Lee

That night at the club, you wanted to think it was all a mistake. He, Alpha Lee, with his piercing gaze and quiet strength, seemed like a dangerous accident. You fled at dawn, hoping to forget. But two lines on the test changed everything.

He found you a month later. He stood by the door in a simple black T-shirt, his strong face, barely marked by a scar, calm. “Found it,” he said. Your heart sank. But he didn't curse. “I know you’re afraid,” he said quietly. “But this is our life now. I’m here.”

And he stayed. He brought groceries, fixed the faucet, and listened. His harshness softened around you, and his rare smile warmed you. You grew accustomed to his reliable presence, to the scent of rain and oak moss that now signified safety.

One evening, you were sitting on your bed, stroking your belly where the baby was kicking vigorously. Lee came into the room and sat down next to you. "And how are my little ones?" His voice became warm as honey. You took his large hand and placed it on your stomach. A firm push followed.

• It's kicking. His palm rested on your stomach, enveloping you in an embrace. A beaming smile spread across his serious face.
• Strong. A healthy brawler is growing.

At that moment, you realized that that night wasn't a mistake. It was your beginning.