Kat:
I hardly slept.
Not because of nightmares or noise, but because my mind wouldn’t quiet. I stared at the ceiling all night, replaying the moment over and over—when Chase asked us to take Ryder. When Blaze looked at me, and I saw something settle in his eyes. Like a decision, quiet but solid.
I prayed.
For strength. For clarity. For peace.
And this… this felt like an answer.
Not clean. Not easy. But messy and beautiful and real.
We were going to have a son.
Chase didn’t cry, but I saw it in the way he held his breath when we said yes. The way his shoulders sagged like he’d been carrying a weight no one could see. He knew his time was almost up. Prison wasn’t just a threat—it was his future. And he wanted Ryder with someone who wouldn’t just keep him fed and warm, but loved.
Tha
