𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂 - 𝓞𝓷𝓮

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⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙

I woke up early, the faint glow of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting soft streaks of light across the room. Turning my head, I found Rosaline beside me, her lips slightly parted as she slept soundly, her hair spread messily over the pillow. Peaceful, beautiful, and completely mine. I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead, my lips lingering there for a moment before I moved my hand to her stomach. I rubbed small circles, letting the warmth beneath my touch sink in. The thought of her carrying my child still felt surreal, but it stirred a sense of pride and calm I hadn't known I could feel.

Sliding out of bed, I made sure not to wake her. She stirred briefly, her brows furrowing before she relaxed again, and I smirked. She'd probably complain if I told her how cute she looked in moments like this. After getting dressed—a brown hoodie, black sweatpants, and my Yankees cap—I left a note on the nightstand beside her:

Hey, baby. I'm going out, but I'll be back after I'm done with work. Tonight, we're going to our parents' house, so get ready. Let me know if you want to announce your pregnancy to everyone tonight—or if you want to wait longer. Text me once you're ready, or better yet, call me. I'd love to hear your sexy voice. Love you.

I kissed her cheek softly, lingering just long enough to see the faintest smile ghost over her lips as she slept. With a smirk, I grabbed my keys and headed out.

The drive to the mall was uneventful, the early morning quiet giving me time to think. I wanted to get her something meaningful, something to show her how much this—she—meant to me. My first stop was the florist, where vibrant tulips caught my eye. Roses were too predictable. Tulips were colorful, elegant, and perfect. "Fresh ones," I told the florist. "I'll pick them up before I leave."

Next, I headed to Tiffany & Co. I browsed through the glass cases until I saw it—a heart-shaped pendant in yellow gold, simple and timeless. It reminded me of her. I asked for three: one for her, one for me, and one for the baby. The thought made me smile as I signed the receipt.

As I left the store, my phone buzzed, her name lighting up the screen. Perfect timing. I answered, her sweet, teasing voice immediately making me smirk. "Hi, grumpy," she said, her tone playful.

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