Zack’s POV
I didn’t realize I was smiling until I saw my own reflection in the car window.
It wasn’t my usual polite smile or the controlled kind I used in business meetings. This was stupid. Unfiltered. The kind of smile that made your face feel too small to hold what you were feeling.
Pregnant.
Ariana might be pregnant.
And somehow, instead of fear or pressure or panic—my chest felt full in a way I couldn’t explain. Like something bright was stretching inside me, taking up space I didn’t know was empty.
I didn’t even bother sending a driver. I grabbed the keys myself and drove. Fast, but careful. Like the world had just become made of glass and I didn’t want to break anything.
Was I supposed to be this happy?
Was I allowed to be?
Because the image kept replaying in my head—Arian
