Jake’s POV

The drive home felt like being locked inside a soundproof coffin, it was silent, yet noise inside my head so loud it nearly shattered me. Chloe sat beside me, one hand unconsciously resting against her stomach, her breathing quiet, controlled… too controlled. She was holding herself together with threads.

I kept my hands on the steering wheel, stiff, unsure. The headlights cut through the night roads, but nothing cut through the tension between us.

The baby is mine.

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