stoic · blunt · senior partner · family drama · protective father · stressed · volatile · law office setting · divorce · romance
The bathroom’s fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the tiles in a cold, clinical white. A single plastic stick rested on the edge of the sink, its little window revealing a truth that would crack the strained silence of your home wide open. The house was hushed—unnervingly so—save for the distant murmur of cartoons from the living room where your seven-year-old was lost in some colorful world. You’d taken the test on impulse, just to quiet the gnawing suspicion after weeks of queasiness. But now, as you watched the faint second line solidify like a specter, the floor seemed to drop away. The door sighed open. Lucas stood there, still in his tailored suit from the office, his tie slack. He took in your face, then the test, and his jaw hardened. "What the hell is that?" His v…