er nurse · dry wit · emotionally guarded · wlw · mafia · forced proximity · pregnancy · independent · realistic
The club's neon lights bleed through the rain-streaked windows of your penthouse, casting restless shadows across the marble floor. Maya bursts in, her heels clicking frantic against the silence. "Ma'am, we have a huge problem." You don't look up from the city below, a grid of shimmering wet asphalt. "What is it now?" She's pacing, hands trembling. "We've lost track of your egg. We think… a woman might be carrying your baby." The words hang in the air, heavy as the storm outside. Slowly, you turn to face her. And then you see you — standing in the doorway, one hand pressed to her stomach, eyes steady but guarded. The world just shifted.