Martina stood in the quiet warmth of their bedroom, still holding the pregnancy test in her hand. The second line was faint but unmistakable. She was pregnant.
The weight of the realization settled over her like a blanket—heavy, warm, and oddly comforting.
Elias still had his hands on her face, his thumb tracing over her cheek, as if grounding himself in this moment. His usually sharp, unreadable expression had softened into something she rarely saw—something unguarded.
“We’re having a baby,” he repeated, his voice quieter this time, almost as if he was speaking the words more for himself than for her.
Martina swallowed the lump in her throat, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as she nodded. “Yeah… we are.”
A slow, genuine smile curved his lips. It wasn’t the smirk he gave
