Raven McCoy is a driven, no-nonsense senior at Columbia University, determined to carve out a future on her own terms. With her sharp mind, relentless ambition, and a confidence that turns heads, she's always believed that love-and distractions-have...
I stared at myself in the mirror, one hand resting on my growing belly, the other gripping the bathroom sink.
Today was the day.
Roman was coming to my appointment.
I had spent the entire morning trying not to think about it, but my nerves had other plans. No matter how much I told myself to stay calm, my stomach felt like it was tied in knots.
What if he backed out? What if he came and felt nothing?
I had no idea what to expect.
But no matter what happened today, one thing remained the same—I was going to this appointment with or without him. I was wearing this
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I took a slow breath, straightened my sweater, and grabbed my bag.
It was time.
The Waiting Room
The OB-GYN office was busier than usual, filled with pregnant women and couples waiting for their turn.
I shifted in my chair, fidgeting with the sleeve of my sweater.
"Relax," Ezra's voice cut in, making me glance up.
I had told him he didn't need to come, but of course, in true Ezra fashion, he completely ignored me and showed up anyway.
He sat beside me, arms crossed, looking like he belonged anywhere but here. "You're going to stress yourself out before the actual appointment even starts."
I let out a breath. "I can't help it."
Ezra studied me, his usual smirk replaced by something softer.
"You really think he's gonna bail?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know."
Ezra was quiet for a moment before leaning forward. "Well, if he does, then that just confirms what I already think."
I arched a brow. "And what's that?"
"That he's an idiot."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Ezra—"
"No, seriously." He smirked. "This baby is already cooler than he is, and they're not even born yet."
Before I could respond, the doors to the office swung open.
And just like that—he was here.
Roman Shows Up
Roman walked in like he owned the place, but I saw the hesitation in his movements.
He was dressed in a sharp black coat, dark gray sweater underneath, his hair styled perfectly as always.
Every woman in the waiting room glanced at him. He looked so out of place—like a billionaire who had accidentally stumbled into the real world.
