Krystal’s Point Of View
It had been three days since I took the test.
Three days since the sonogram. Since I saw that flicker on the screen and felt something shift deep in my chest—a new kind of fear, the kind that isn’t sharp or immediate, but slow and wide and impossible to outrun.
Colt had barely left my side since.
He moved differently now. Not slower, but more deliberate. Like every action had a weight to it. When he held my hand, it wasn’t just affection—it was a vow. When he looked at me, I could see the worry hiding behind his gaze, the calculations happening in real-time. A baby changed everything.
And yet… we hadn’t said the word again. Not since that night.
We didn’t need to.
The safehouse remained our cocoon. Elias was still here, still sorting through what remained of
