Jax's P.O.V.
"Are you out of your mind?" Sam’s mom shouts, standing now, her eyes blazing with fury. "You’re kids, for crying out loud! You can’t raise a child—you can’t even keep yourselves out of trouble!"
Sam flinches beside me, her fingers tightening around the cushion in her lap. I step closer, refusing to back down. "We didn’t plan this, but it’s happening. And we’ll deal with it, together."
"You think that’s enough?" Her voice pitches higher, trembling with anger and disbelief. "You think you can just declare you’re in love and magically fix everything?" She turns toward my dad, seeking backup. "Damien, say something!"
Dad sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before speaking. "She’s right, Jax. You’re in over your head." His tone is steady but filled with tension. "This isn’t
