Solara’s pov “I’m pregnant.”The words had barely finished echoing in the space between us when the silence changed. It wasn’t the angry silence we had grown used to over the past few weeks — the kind filled with pride, accusations, and unsaid apologies. This silence was fragile. Heavy. Breathing.Damon just stood there in my room upstairs, staring at me like I had shifted the entire ground beneath his feet.My bedroom suddenly felt smaller. The soft cream curtains fluttered from the evening breeze drifting in through the open window. The faint hum of traffic outside felt distant compared to the thunder of my own heartbeat.He ran a hand through his hair.“Pregnant?” he repeated softly. There was no anger in his eyes. No resentment. Just shock, yes — but also something softer. Something protective.I nodded. My fingers twisted together in front of me. I hated how small I felt in that moment — vulnerable in a way I had never allowed myself to be with him before. We had nearly ended th
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