TWO DAYS LATER…
The moment the words left my lips, I felt the room tilt on its axis. My hands were trembling slightly, though I tried to steady them by pressing them against the wooden wardrobe. “Jaxon… I’m pregnant.”
He froze, mid-step, his broad shoulders stiffening like a statue. I could see it in the way his dark eyes widened, that brief, raw flash of disbelief, then something softer, almost luminous, bloomed across his face. A smile, hesitant at first, then unrestrained. It was as though the world had narrowed until it existed only for the space between us.
“Pregnant?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper, and yet it carried the weight of wonder, of disbelief, of joy too profound for words. He stepped closer, each movement measured, cautious, as though approaching something fr
