DAX POV
Two months had passed since the Final Four. Time had blurred together in a way I didn’t expect—like the world had sped up and I was caught in the aftershock. But today, today was different. Today was a marker, a line drawn in the sand between everything we’d known and everything that was to come. The future felt weighty, but in the best way possible. And it wasn’t just because of the graduation ceremony or the life-altering news that Maria was carrying our child. No, it was all of it—the whole damn journey that had brought us here.
My girl was glowing as she zipped up her dress in the bathroom, her hands gently resting on the curve of her stomach. Five months. Five months, and she was still as beautiful as the day I met her. There was an undeniable softness to her now—physically,
