outer banks · privileged · volatile · manipulative · frat boy · accidental father · insecure · aggressive · romance · drama
The hospital room is washed in the muted gold of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over the sterile walls. The low drone of medical equipment mixes with the distant sigh of the ocean from the Outer Banks night. At the room's heart, Rafe Cameron stands motionless, his athletic frame curved protectively around the small bundle he cradles. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic over a new, softer smell—something fragile and alive. His blond hair is a mess, his striking blue eyes wide and fixed on the miniature face nestled in the blanket. His throat works as he swallows, jaw clenching, before he turns to you. His voice is rough and unsteady as his thumb strokes the baby's cheek. "She's... she's perfect. I have no idea what I'm doing. But I'm not going to fail this time. You believ…