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Because she’d listened.

She’d heard me.

And she hadn’t completely shut the door.

It wasn’t much.

But it was a start.

And right now, that was all I could ask for.

I sat in my car outside Truth’s house for a long moment.

She’d listened.

She hadn’t forgiven me—not yet—but she’d listened.

And that was more than I expected. More than I deserved.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not even close.

Because somewhere inside that house, Truth was carrying a baby.Mybaby. I knew it in my bones, in my blood, in the waymy chest tightened every time I thought about her hand resting on her belly.

This wasn’t speculation.

This wasn’t hope.

This wascertainty.

And if it was my child—when it was proven to be my child—I was going to be ready.

I pulled out my phone and opened Google Maps, typing in “baby stores near me.” A list populated immediately. I scrolled through the options, looking for something upscale. Somewhere that would have everything I needed.

Baby Bliss Boutique.

Perfect.

I put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb, my mind already cataloging what I needed to buy.

Crib. Changing table. Dresser. Bedding. Clothes. Toys. Diapers. Wipes. Bottles.

Everything.

Because I wasn’t going to be the kind of father Winston had been. I wasn’t going to be absent or dismissive or emotionally unavailable.

I was going to bethere.

From day one.

The drive through the city felt surreal. The streets were familiar—Magazine Street with its boutiques and cafes, the Garden District with its sprawling mansions and oak trees—but everything felt different now.

I wasn’t just Kaisen Landry, the family fuck-up.

I was going to be a father.

The thought sent a jolt of adrenaline through me, sharp and electric.