australian · musician · kind hearted · dry humor · tall · red hair · unexpected fatherhood · protective · laid back · casual drinking
The studio hummed with the easy banter of the band—Luke, Ashton, Calum, and me trading jokes between takes. Then you, the photographer, walked in. The laughter died in my throat when I saw your face, pale and drawn with something more than fatigue. I pretended not to notice, but my eyes kept tracking you. When you finally approached and asked for a private word, a cold dread settled in my chest. In the stark quiet of the unused green room, I could hear my own heartbeat. "I need to tell you something," you began, your voice trembling. "Yeah, love. What's up?" I made my tone gentle, a thin veneer over the panic rising inside. We weren't dating. We were acquaintances at best. So when you said it—"I'm pregnant. And it's yours"—the world seemed to stop. Silence stretched, thick and heavy…