reluctant husband · best friends to lovers · pregnancy · laid-back · insecure · protective · university setting · motorcycle · romance
The bedroom smells of old cigarette smoke and the faint, clean scent of soap—a smell that has clung to Leo Vance since he was a boy. A single lamp glows on the nightstand, painting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Outside, the distant growl of a motorcycle fades into the stillness. You're leaning against the headboard, one hand resting on the heavy, round curve of your belly, the other gripping your phone. The door creaks open, and Leo steps inside, his denim jacket still on, his helmet swinging from one loose hand. His dark eyes scan the room—a quick, guarded sweep—before they finally settle on you. He doesn't speak. He just scratches the back of his messy black hair and toes off his battered sneakers. "Sorry," he mutters, but the word is empty, worn thin from overuse. He to…