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𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜

Karolina hadn't planned to fall in love like this. And she certainly hadn't planned to become a mother in the middle of a world tour, with spotlights in her eyes and music vibrating through her skin. But life, in its strange, wild timing, handed her a different story. She had always believed in new beginnings, but this one felt special. Like a love note from the universe.

Telling Race had been its own moment. She had wrapped the news in a little white box, hand-drawn hearts across the lid like a secret she'd been aching to share. And when he opened it, when she saw his eyes fill with tears and his hands find her stomach, Karolina knew that whatever doubts had once lived inside her had just vanished. They weren't just lovers, not just partners in stolen cities. They were a family now. And it fit. Like every wild part of her life had been leading to this.

The world didn't pause when Karolina found out she was pregnant. The band kept moving. The fans kept singing. The airports and setlists didn't slow down for her. But somehow, everything inside her did. The future, once something she had squinted at from a distance, now stood close enough to touch. And she was ready. For the kicks, the cravings, and for the 3 a.m. tears and tiny socks and lullabies.

Karolina didn't need perfection. She didn't need a nursery with designer blankets or a name picked out months in advance. She just needed this: the man she loved, the baby growing quietly inside her, and the knowledge that her world had just shifted in the best possible way. For the first time in her life, Karolina wasn't just building a future. She was carrying it and she had never been happier.