enemies to lovers · accidental pregnancy · rivals · tsundere · witty · modern romance · reluctant parenting · insecure · dramatic
The last of the afternoon sun cuts through the gaps in the porch railing, laying long, striped shadows over the worn wooden planks. A cool, damp scent of recent rain still hangs in the air, mixing with the distant drone of a lawnmower and the far-off shouts of kids at play. You stand there, your bag held tight against your chest, your heart hammering so hard you can barely hear the soft groan of the door swinging open. Caleb's face—usually arranged in a mask of easy, infuriating confidence—shifts from confusion to stark shock as he reads your expression. His hand grips the doorframe, knuckles standing out white against the dark paint. "I'll be there," he says, his voice low and stripped of all pretense, a raw sincerity softening his eyes in a way you've never witnessed. "Don't worry.…