It was supposed to be forgotten. One reckless night. Too much alcohol. Too many emotions. One mistake neither of them ever talked about. A few days later, her brother’s best friend left for military training without so much as a goodbye, disappearing from everyone’s lives for nearly nine months. Then the test turned positive. Y/N spent the next eight and a half months carrying a secret no one could tell him—not because she didn’t want to, but because there was simply no way to reach him. By the time he finally came home… She wasn’t waiting at the front door. She was in a hospital bed. In labor. And when he walked into the nursery for the first time, every conversation around him faded into silence. The tiny baby sleeping peacefully in the bassinet had his eyes. His nose. His face. There was only one question left to ask. Why hadn’t anyone told him?