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The dorm was dimly lit, the soft hum of his fan filling the silence. Tristain leaned back against the headboard, laptop closed for once, and looked at her with that lazy, tired grin she’d loved since freshman year. Nyla perched on the edge of the bed, a glass of water in her hand, heart hammering. Finals had him stressed and distracted all week, but now, here, quiet, alone she could almost forget the weight of what she carried. “You know,” she murmured, letting her hand brush his, “I think you’ve been ignoring me.” Tristain chuckled, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “Me? Ignore you? Never. Maybe I’m just focused on surviving finals.” “Focused,” she teased, leaning closer, letting their lips brush lightly. “Sure. Focused.” One thing led to another — laughter, whispers, hands lingering longer than they should. Their mouths met, soft and hungry, teasing at first, then more urgent, more desperate. The room felt smaller, warmer, and everything else faded. Between kisses, Ny

The following days were a balancing act. Finals loomed over Tristain’s head like a dark cloud, while Nyla tried to focus on her own studies, both of them aware that a new life was quietly taking shape between them.Yet, despite the stress, there were moments of sweetness that made everything feel real. Tristain would sneak into Nyla’s dorm during study breaks, dropping off coffee and snacks, their fingers brushing in passing, small smiles exchanged that said more than words ever could.One evening, they sat cross-legged on the floor of his dorm, textbooks and notes spread around them. Nyla was scribbling in her notebook, making lists, tentative plans, while Tristain leaned against the bedframe, studying her every movement.“So,” Nyla began, chewing the end of her pen, “we need to figure out… everything. Finances, school, medical check-ups… life, basically.” She exhaled, a little overwhelmed.Tristain smiled, brushing her hair from her face. “We’ll take it step by step. Nothing has to

Ashley was halfway through feeding Damien mashed bananas when Tristain dropped the bomb.“I need to tell you both something.”Dante looked up from the couch immediately. “That tone sounds expensive. “What did you do?”Ashley narrowed her eyes slightly. “It’s about Nyla.”Tristain exhaled slowly. “She’s pregnant.”The spoon froze mid-air.Damien babbled, completely unaware he’d just become symbolic again.Ashley blinked once.twice .“…I knew it.”Tristain frowned. “You what?”She gave him a look. “The way you were holding Damien that day? You weren’t just being cute. You were thinking.”Dante sat up straighter. “Wait. Pregnant pregnant?”“Yes,” Tristain said calmly. “And we’re keeping it.”Ashley studied him carefully. “You’ve already decided.”“I chose her,” he said. “I’m not backing out.”Dante whistled softly. “Wow. University finals and fatherhood. You really said ‘let’s speed-run adulthood.’”Ashley ignored Dante.“What’s the situation?” she asked seriously.He explained everythin

Note: A short side story for Simon and Kimberly The lobby gleamed with polished marble and soft lighting, reflecting the warm excitement that had filled the air since morning. Ashley’s new venture—Avenue & Co., a boutique consulting firm for high-profile corporate and creative projects was officially open.Simon adjusted the cuff of his shirt, stepping into the space with practiced ease. He had worked with Ashley at Brighton Groups, watched her ambition, her brilliance, and her determination. Seeing her here, at the helm of her own company, was… striking.Guests mingled, champagne glasses clinking, laughter soft against the soft sound of elegant music. Colleagues, former associates, and a few familiar faces from Brighton Groups circulated around Ashley, congratulating her.Simon spotted her immediately—smiling, confident, and radiant, clearly in her element. His chest tightened just a little, the old pang he had felt for her resurfacing despite knowing she was married and had Damien

The lunch was pleasant enough—light chatter, the occasional shared joke but Simon quickly realized that half of Kimberly’s attention wasn’t on him at all. Her phone buzzed repeatedly, each time drawing a smile, a soft laugh, or a quick blush that made his chest tighten.He tried to mask it, sipping his coffee slowly, leaning back in his chair, but the irritation gnawed at him. Who is she texting? What’s so funny? he thought, bitterly aware that he’d never been the one eliciting those reactions from her.Kimberly’s fingers danced across her phone, thumbs flying as she typed rapid replies. Simon’s jaw clenched slightly. He reminded himself: it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care. But every laugh she let slip, every delighted glance at the screen, stung sharper than he expected.By the time lunch ended, Simon’s composure was intact on the surface but inside, he felt a knot of frustration and something closer to longing.Then, a commotion downstairs caught his attention. The low murmur of vo