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In the midst of the storm’s relentless fury, the air was thick with tension, not only from the weather outside but from the battle brewing within their home. The old house groaned with the force of the wind battering its walls, as if protesting the weight of the world pressing in from every side. Yet, it was nothing compared to the weight on Dom Toretto's weary shoulders.

Eight months pregnant, Dom was feeling every bit the storm that raged beyond those thin, rattling windows. The discomfort had settled deep in his bones, the nausea refusing to release its grip, leaving him snapping at those around him like a cornered animal. Inside the small sanctuary of his bedroom, he had surrounded himself with pillows and blankets, as if they could ward off the tumult swirling in his mind.

“Dom, please,” came Mia’s gentle plea from beyond the cracked door. Her voice, usually so soothing, only grated on Dom's frayed nerves now. The concern in her tone was a knife twisting deeper into the guilt he felt for pushing everyone away.

“I don’t need any help!” Dom’s voice was a hoarse roar, cutting through the air like a whip. Vince stood awkwardly in the hallway, casting helpless glances between Mia and Letty, who shared his worried look. They knew better than to press him when he was like this, but how could they not try?

“Just a sip of water, Dom,” Vince tried again, his voice steady, the patience of a man used to being barked at by his best friend. But even his earnestness was met with another growl from Dom, who clutched his swollen belly as if trying to fend off the pain alone.

“Can’t you all just leave me be?” Dom spat out, his voice cracking with exhaustion. He turned away from them, pressing his face into the pillows as if that could muffle the storm both outside and inside his soul. He wanted to be left alone, yes, but what he truly longed for was the comforting presence of his husband. The one person who knew how to pull him out of this spiraling darkness: Brian O’Conner.

Yet Brian was nowhere to be found, stuck at the police station, tied up in the endless chaos of his shift. As another wave of nausea hit, Dom barely made it to the wastebasket before he was heaving, his whole body shaking from the effort. The burn in his throat was nothing compared to the burn of loneliness gnawing at his heart.

“Brian should’ve been here,” Letty whispered to Mia, her voice thick with worry. The two women exchanged another look, torn between giving Dom the space he demanded and the help he so desperately needed.

Meanwhile, Brian could barely keep his hands steady as he fumbled with his phone. Mia’s call had come like a lightning bolt through the storm, jolting him with the urgency in her voice. Dom was not okay, and the thought of his partner suffering alone sent Brian’s heart into a frantic rhythm.

“I’ll be there soon,” he promised, barely hearing Mia’s hurried explanation before hanging up. The drive home was a blur of headlights and pounding rain, his thoughts solely on Dom. The roads were slick, the storm an almost malevolent force trying to keep him away, but Brian’s grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled, his mind a single mantra: Get to Dom.

When he finally burst through the door of their home, it felt like he was stepping into another world. The warmth hit him first, followed by the anxious faces of Mia and Letty. But Brian had no time for questions; he only had one destination in mind.

“Dom?” he called out as he reached their bedroom. The smell hit him before anything else—the sour tang of bile, the stale scent of sweat. His heart twisted painfully when he found Dom, hunched over and pale, clutching his swollen belly with one hand, the other pressed against the wall for support.

“Go away,” Dom croaked, his voice breaking, but there was no force behind it. It was the plea of a man at the end of his rope, too proud to admit he needed help.

Brian didn’t listen. He closed the distance between them in three long strides, kneeling beside Dom with the urgency of a man afraid of losing everything he held dear. “Hey, hey, look at me,” Brian whispered, his hands coming up to cradle Dom’s face, wiping away the cold sweat that beaded on his partner’s brow.

Dom’s eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment, he just leaned into Brian’s touch, too tired to keep up the façade of strength. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” Dom admitted, his voice cracking under the weight of unspoken fears. “I’m so tired, Bri. I can’t… I can’t keep anything down.”

Brian’s heart broke a little more with each word. “Shhh, it’s okay,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Dom’s temple. “I’m here now. We’re going to get through this.”

Gently, Brian helped Dom settle back into the bed, arranging the pillows to support him better. He pressed a cold cloth to Dom’s flushed cheeks, feeling the tension slowly drain from the other man’s body as he let himself relax, just for a moment, into the comfort of his partner’s care.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Brian said softly, his fingers brushing through Dom’s dark hair. “I know it’s hard, but we’re all here for you. Let us help, yeah?”

Dom let out a shaky breath, tears welling up despite his best efforts to hold them back. “I’m just… scared,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Brian’s heart clenched, but he kept his voice steady. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, Dom. You’ve got a whole family here to catch you when you fall.”

Outside, the storm continued to rage, but inside, a quiet calm began to settle over them. Brian stayed by Dom’s side, his presence a steady anchor against the turmoil. Letty, Mia, and Vince watched from the doorway, relief softening their anxious faces as they saw Dom finally, reluctantly, letting someone in.

Together, they would weather the storm, because in this family, no one was left to face the darkness alone.

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In the dimly lit bedroom, Dom lay stretched out on their bed, appearing smaller and more fragile than his broad, strong frame usually suggested. His large hands rested gently over his growing belly, fingers tracing slow circles where he could feel their baby kick—each nudge a bittersweet reminder of the life they had created together. But tonight, those tiny movements only seemed to heighten his worry, deepening the weariness etched into his features.

The soft creak of the bedroom door broke through the haze of his thoughts, and he instinctively turned toward it, relief flickering in his eyes as he saw Brian step into the room.

“Brian…” Dom’s voice was almost a whisper, tinged with an exhaustion that tugged at Brian’s heart. “Will you come lay with me?” The raw vulnerability in his tone was rare, and it pulled Brian forward, his usual confident stride softer, more tender.

Brian paused for a moment in the doorway, taking in the sight of the man he loved—the man who carried both their future and their past within him. Dom, usually so stoic and strong, was letting down his guard, his walls crumbling just enough to let Brian in. “Of course, love,” Brian said gently, crossing the room to the bed. “I’m here.”

Dom reached for him almost immediately, pressing his forehead into Brian’s solid chest with a sigh that sounded like it had been held in for far too long. He melted into Brian’s arms, his body relaxing bit by bit as Brian’s familiar scent enveloped him. “I’m so tired,” Dom murmured, his voice muffled against Brian’s shirt. “And… I’m hungry, but…”

Brian stroked a soothing hand along Dom’s back, feeling the tension coiled beneath his touch. He knew where the hesitation was coming from. That terrible night—the betrayal that had nearly cost them everything—still haunted Dom. The poisoning, the faces of those they once called friends turned traitors… it was a wound that hadn’t fully healed, even as they tried to build a new life, a new family.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Brian murmured, his lips brushing against Dom’s hair. “I’ll make you something myself. No one else will touch it, I promise.” His voice was firm, but there was a gentleness there, a promise that went beyond mere words. “You’re safe here with me.”

Dom lifted his gaze to meet Brian’s, still clouded with old fears. “You made it, right? Just you?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper, the uncertainty breaking Brian’s heart all over again.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Brian assured him, cupping Dom’s cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing over the faint stubble there. “I made it. Just for you. You don’t have to worry.” His touch was steady, his eyes filled with the kind of love that had weathered countless storms. “I’d never let anything happen to you.”

Dom’s eyes closed, a shaky breath leaving him as he leaned further into Brian’s touch. The steady rhythm of Brian’s heartbeat under his ear was a comfort he desperately needed. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice tinged with something close to surrender. “I trust you.”

Brian lingered a moment longer, pressing a soft kiss to Dom’s temple before gently untangling himself. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, his voice lighter, trying to lift the mood even a little. “Don’t you dare move an inch.”

As Brian headed to the kitchen, he couldn’t help but glance back to make sure Dom was alright. The years had been hard on them, but they’d made it this far—together. Now, with their little one on the way, the stakes were even higher. He knew Dom needed to feel secure, especially now when he was at his most vulnerable.

In the kitchen, Brian moved with purpose, warming a pot of broth and adding a handful of herbs he knew would help settle Dom’s nerves. He needed to make something simple yet nourishing, something that would sit well in Dom’s anxious stomach. Once the broth was ready, he carefully carried it back to their room.

Dom’s eyes were half-closed, but they fluttered open at the sound of Brian’s footsteps. Relief softened the lines of worry on his face as Brian sat beside him, placing the bowl on the nightstand. “It’s just broth,” Brian said softly, handing Dom a spoon. “Something light, but it’ll help.”

Dom stared at the bowl for a moment, memories of betrayal flickering in his eyes before he forced himself to take the spoon. “You made this?” he asked again, his voice softer, almost ashamed at needing the reassurance.

“Yes, love,” Brian said patiently, his fingers resting over Dom’s where they gripped the spoon. “I made it. No one else was even in the kitchen.” He squeezed Dom’s hand gently. “You’re safe. I promise.”

Dom took a shaky breath and finally brought the spoon to his lips. The warm, simple flavors were comforting, a quiet testament to the love and care Brian had poured into it. Each sip seemed to melt away the tightness in Dom’s shoulders, easing the knot of fear that had been building all evening.

Brian stayed close, his hand rubbing gentle circles on Dom’s back, his presence a steady anchor. “That’s it,” he encouraged softly. “Just take it slow. I’m right here.”

A tiny smile touched Dom’s lips, gratitude mingling with something like hope. “I don’t know how you do it,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Brian’s hand came up to cradle Dom’s cheek, his touch tender yet unwavering. “You’ll never have to find out,” he promised. “I’m here. For you, for our little one. Always.”

Dom’s eyes shone, and as he finished the last of the broth, a sense of peace finally settled over him. He leaned into Brian’s embrace, letting his alpha’s warmth surround him, the fear slowly dissipating. “Will you stay with me?” Dom asked quietly, his voice so small it almost broke Brian’s heart again.

“Always,” Brian whispered, pulling the blankets up around them both as he settled in beside Dom. The wind howled outside, but within the safety of their home, with Brian’s arms wrapped securely around him, Dom finally felt like he could rest. Together, they listened to the comforting sound of the storm fading into the distance, knowing they had found their way through one more night—together.

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The night had settled in deep, with a soft, steady rain tapping against the windows—a soothing rhythm that contrasted sharply with the tension Dom was feeling. He shifted in bed, trying to get comfortable, but every few minutes, a dull ache would creep up his back, spreading lower and pulling him into discomfort. He couldn’t help but press a hand to the sore spot, hoping to ease the pressure himself.

Finally, with a quiet sigh, Dom turned toward Brian, his voice soft but heavy with fatigue. “Brian…” he murmured, a hint of weariness in his tone. “My back is just... aching. Feels like this baby’s decided my spine is a better bed than my stomach.”

The concern in Brian’s eyes was immediate. In their years together, he’d grown to understand Dom’s signals even before he spoke. Without a moment’s hesitation, Brian was by his side, his brows furrowed as he gently placed a hand on Dom’s back. “Here, let me see if I can help,” he offered, his voice filled with that steady, grounding warmth Dom had come to depend on.

As Dom shifted to face away, leaning into Brian’s touch, he let out a long, slow breath. Brian’s hands worked their magic, strong yet gentle, pressing into the tight muscles with practiced care. “Oh, that’s good,” Dom sighed, finally letting his shoulders drop. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

Brian smiled to himself, focusing on easing the tension he could feel beneath his fingers. “I’ve got you, love,” he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. “Just relax and breathe.”

For a while, Dom allowed himself to drift, simply soaking in Brian’s presence. But then, a sudden, sharp cramp tightened low in his belly, wrapping around him like a band that pulled tighter with every second. His breath hitched, and he instinctively gripped the sheets, his face tightening in discomfort. Brian’s hands paused immediately.

“Hey, hey,” Brian said softly, concern deepening. “What’s going on?”

Dom let out a shaky breath, one hand moving to his belly, trying to brace against the cramp that refused to let up. “I don’t know… it’s like this tight squeezing,” he managed, his voice a little breathless. “Wasn’t expecting it to be this intense.”

Brian stayed close, his hand gently rubbing Dom’s back in slow circles. “Could be Braxton Hicks,” he said in that steady, calming tone Dom had grown to cherish. “Practice contractions, remember? Your body’s just getting ready. Nothing to worry about.”

Dom nodded slowly, trying to focus on his breathing, just like they’d practiced. “Yeah… I remember,” he whispered, his shoulders finally beginning to relax as the cramping started to fade. The tension left him feeling drained, but the soft circles Brian drew on his back grounded him, reminding him he wasn’t alone.

“Good job,” Brian murmured, squeezing Dom’s shoulder gently. “Just breathe through it. You’re doing great.”

Dom took a few deep breaths, letting Brian’s calm voice guide him. But no sooner had he found his rhythm than another, stronger wave hit, causing him to double over with a quiet gasp. His hand clutched Brian’s, his knuckles turning white as he tried to ride out the pain.

“It’s happening again,” he whispered, his voice tinged with worry. “It’s stronger this time… feels like it’s not letting up.” His eyes searched Brian’s face for reassurance, the trust there mingled with a hint of fear.

Brian’s eyes softened, and he leaned in closer, his touch never faltering. “I’m right here,” he whispered, rubbing slow, soothing circles on Dom’s back. “Remember to breathe. Just focus on me.”

Dom nodded, gripping Brian’s hand as if it were a lifeline. The pressure in his belly gradually began to ease, leaving him feeling shaky and exhausted. He leaned heavily into Brian’s embrace, the relief nearly bringing tears to his eyes. “That was… more than I expected,” he admitted quietly, rubbing his belly as if to comfort both himself and the little life growing inside.

Brian pressed a soft kiss to Dom’s forehead, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. “You’re doing beautifully,” he assured, brushing a few strands of hair from Dom’s damp forehead. “We’re almost there, love. Just a little more, one step at a time.”

Dom looked up at him, his eyes tired but filled with gratitude. “I don’t know how I’d do this without you,” he whispered, resting his head against Brian’s shoulder, finding comfort in the steady, familiar heartbeat beneath his ear.

Brian’s chuckle was soft and warm, the kind of sound that Dom had fallen in love with years ago. “You’ll never have to find out,” he replied, his arm tightening protectively around Dom’s shoulders. “We’re in this together—always.”

In the cozy glow of their bedroom, the rain outside continued to fall softly, a distant lullaby. With Brian’s arms wrapped around him, Dom finally began to relax, exhaustion giving way to a deep, quiet contentment. He let his eyes drift shut, focusing on the gentle rhythm of Brian’s breathing, the warmth of his touch.

As he settled deeper into Brian’s embrace, Dom felt a little nudge from within—a reminder of the life they were preparing to welcome. It was a small, precious moment that seemed to capture everything they were working toward: a family built on love, trust, and the promise of facing whatever came their way, side by side.

“Thank you,” Dom whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, but carrying all the love and gratitude he felt. “For everything.”

Brian’s hold tightened just a bit, pressing one last, soft kiss to Dom’s temple. “Always,” he murmured, his voice steady as the rain outside. “Now, rest, love. We’ve got a big adventure ahead of us.”

And in that quiet, peaceful space, surrounded by the love and warmth they had built, they both drifted off, wrapped in the promise of tomorrow.

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As the days passed, Dom couldn't shake the feeling that time had slowed to a crawl, each day dragging on like a never-ending stretch of road. With his due date fast approaching, everything around him seemed to carry on as normal—sunshine pouring through the windows, the world bustling outside. But inside, Dom was exhausted in a way that went beyond physical tiredness. His body ached, his breaths came slower, and the simple act of getting comfortable was becoming an impossible feat. Yet, through it all, Brian remained a constant presence—a reassuring strength that kept him grounded when everything felt overwhelming.

The house was warm tonight, filled with the smell of home-cooked food that seemed to linger in the air, wrapping the dining room in a cozy embrace. Everyone was gathered around the table—their pack, their family. The familiar sounds of laughter, the clinking of dishes, the soft hum of conversations—it was the kind of scene that reminded Dom why he loved these moments, even when everything felt so overwhelming.

Brian sat beside him, his hand resting gently on Dom’s knee, a quiet but steady reminder that he was there. Vince and Leon, the ever-loud alphas, were deep in a friendly debate that had them practically roaring with laughter. Letty, sharp-eyed and fierce, leaned against Leon, always keeping a watchful eye on everything. Jesse and Mia, both omegas, chatted quietly between themselves, occasionally throwing worried glances Dom’s way, offering silent support.

As Dom looked around the table, he couldn’t help but feel both comforted and unnerved. The love of his pack was like a warm quilt wrapped around his frayed nerves, but tonight, everything seemed to buzz with an electric tension he couldn’t quite shake. His body was heavy, restless—every little sound, touch, and glance made him hyper-aware of just how close he was to the finish line.

“Everything alright?” Brian murmured, leaning in close enough that only Dom could hear. The concern in his voice was like a balm, easing the tightness in Dom’s chest just a little.

“Yeah… just tired,” Dom admitted, offering a small, tight smile. He rubbed slow circles over his swollen belly, trying to ease the weight pressing down on him. The baby had dropped in the last few days, and every movement felt more pronounced, like a drumbeat heralding something big on the horizon.

Vince, ever the boisterous big brother, leaned in with a grin. “You know we’ve got you, Dom. Whatever you need,” he said, his tone gruff but full of warmth.

Dom nodded, appreciating the sentiment even if his patience was stretched thin. “Thanks, Vince. Honestly, just ready for this to be over,” he replied, shifting in his chair, trying in vain to find a comfortable spot as another wave of discomfort washed over him.

Mia reached across the table, her soft touch a steady presence on his arm. “You’re so close, Dom. You’ve been amazing this whole time,” she said, her voice a gentle, encouraging murmur. “Just hang on a little longer.”

Letty, ever the practical one, was watching Dom closely. “I’ve got a tea blend that might help you relax, or we could take a slow walk,” she suggested, her voice soft but firm, offering solutions like she always did.

Dom managed a chuckle, though it was strained. “I think I’ll pass on the walk,” he said with a tired smile. “Feels like I’m already carrying a whole person in here,” he added, rubbing at his aching lower back.

As always, Brian was right there, his hand moving to rest on Dom’s shoulder, rubbing soothing circles. “We’re almost there,” he reminded gently, his voice a low rumble that Dom could feel vibrating through him. “Let’s just get through tonight.”

Jesse, ever the joker, tried to lighten the mood with a teasing grin. “Hey, Dom, maybe you’re just stalling so you can have a little more of this attention. Can’t blame you, though,” he quipped, earning a round of laughter from around the table.

Dom rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the slight curve of his lips. “Yeah, right, because swollen ankles and constant bathroom trips are so worth the spotlight,” he shot back, the laughter around the table helping to ease the tension in his shoulders, if only for a moment.

But just as the laughter settled, Dom’s breath hitched, a sharp, deep pressure low in his belly. It was different this time—not the fleeting discomfort of Braxton Hicks, but something heavier, more intense. He stiffened, his eyes closing as he focused on breathing through the sudden wave.

Brian’s hand tightened on his shoulder, concern deepening in his blue eyes. “Dom?” he asked, his voice steady but tinged with worry.

Dom swallowed, nodding slowly. “Yeah, I think… it’s different this time,” he admitted, his voice shaky but determined. The whole table quieted, everyone’s attention shifting as they picked up on the subtle change in the room’s atmosphere.

Letty and Mia exchanged a glance, both of them moving closer. Letty’s protective instincts kicked in. “Let’s get you upstairs, Dom,” she suggested calmly. “We’ll make sure you’re comfortable.”

Dom nodded, grateful for the offer but also keenly aware of how hard it was to get up without wincing. Brian was already at his side, helping him to his feet with a gentle but firm grip. “Take it slow,” he murmured, his voice the steady presence Dom needed to keep his nerves in check.

As they made their way to the bedroom, Dom leaned heavily against Brian, letting his alpha’s warmth seep into him, chasing away the chill of anxiety that had settled in his bones. Once they reached the room, Dom sank gratefully onto the bed, his hands instinctively moving to cradle his belly.

“Think this is it?” Dom asked, looking up at Brian with wide eyes, a mix of fear and excitement swirling in their depths.

Brian crouched beside him, taking his hand in both of his own, his touch warm and reassuring. “Yeah, love, I think it’s time,” he said softly, his voice a gentle promise that everything would be alright. “And we’ve got this. You’re not alone.”

Dom let out a shaky breath, a relieved smile breaking through the exhaustion etched into his features. “Couldn’t do this without you,” he whispered, squeezing Brian’s hand.

Brian leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Dom’s forehead. “And you’ll never have to,” he replied, his voice a steady anchor in the storm that was brewing within Dom.

The road ahead was daunting, but surrounded by family—his true family, in every sense of the word—Dom knew that whatever came next, he would face it with the strength they all gave him.

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As the night deepened, the house settled into a familiar, peaceful hush, like the embrace of a soft quilt on a chilly evening. The gentle murmur of rain tapping against the windows was a soothing backdrop as Dom lay beside Brian, trying to find a moment of calm amidst the turmoil churning within him. The rest of the pack was downstairs, their laughter and quiet conversations now just a faint echo in the otherwise still house. But here, in the quiet of their room, Dom found himself unable to relax, his mind swirling with thoughts.

Careful not to wake Brian, who was sleeping soundly next to him, Dom shifted slowly onto his side. There was something comforting about the warmth of Brian's body pressed against him. It was a feeling of safety that Dom cherished, especially now when every tightening in his belly seemed to grow stronger and more insistent. What started as a dull ache had slowly transformed into something sharper, more rhythmic, and he couldn’t quite ignore it anymore.

Dom closed his eyes, focusing on the gentle rise and fall of Brian’s chest as he slept. He didn’t want to disturb him—not yet. Brian had been working long hours, and he deserved a good night’s sleep. But as Dom felt another wave of pressure wash over him, it became harder to stay quiet. The sensation was like a band slowly tightening around his midsection, pressing harder with each passing moment.

He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the rhythm of the rain. He had read about labor, about how contractions would start mild and then build up. He tried to convince himself that this might just be a false alarm, maybe just Braxton Hicks contractions. But deep down, there was a voice whispering that this was something more.

Rolling carefully onto his back, Dom winced as another wave of pain tightened around him, sharper this time. He let out a quiet breath, willing himself to stay calm. “Just breathe through it,” he whispered softly to himself, echoing the advice he’d read in all those baby books. The mantra seemed to help, but only a little. He was gripping the sheets now, trying to find some sort of anchor as the discomfort continued to grow.

Dom glanced over at Brian, his heart swelling with affection as he watched his partner sleep so peacefully. There was a part of him that wanted to wake him, to ask for comfort, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not yet. Brian had always been his rock, and Dom wanted to give him just a little more time to rest before everything changed.

But the baby had other plans. Dom’s breath hitched as a particularly intense contraction hit, leaving him no choice but to grab the side of the bed for support. “Alright, little one,” he murmured through gritted teeth, his hand instinctively rubbing circles over his belly. “I hear you.”

When the pain subsided, Dom found himself blinking back a few tears, feeling both overwhelmed and excited. This was it—there was no denying it now. The baby was coming. His heart pounded with a mix of anxiety and joy, but he knew he couldn’t do this alone.

Swallowing back his nerves, Dom turned to Brian, reaching out to gently shake his shoulder. “Brian,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. But it came out more like a plea, betraying the fear bubbling up inside him.

Brian stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he turned to look at Dom. In an instant, his drowsiness melted away, replaced by concern as he took in Dom’s expression. “Dom? What’s wrong?” His voice was soft, filled with that deep, reassuring warmth that always managed to ground Dom.

“I… I think it’s time,” Dom said, his voice quivering just a bit. “The contractions… they’re getting stronger. I didn’t want to wake you, but…”

Brian’s face softened, and he was immediately fully awake, his focus zeroing in on Dom. “Hey, hey, it’s alright,” he said, shifting to sit up and run a comforting hand through Dom’s hair. “How long have they been coming?”

“Not too long,” Dom replied, though the truth was, he’d lost track. Time had become a blur between the waves of tightening and the moments of desperate breaths. “They’re getting closer together now, though.”

Brian nodded, slipping into a calm, steady mode that always amazed Dom. “Okay. Let’s start timing them, alright? We’ll get through this together.” He leaned over to grab his phone from the bedside table, quickly opening the timer app. His other hand never left Dom’s, squeezing it gently, a silent reassurance that he was right here.

As another contraction hit, Dom squeezed his eyes shut, gripping Brian’s hand like a lifeline. “Breathe, sweetheart,” Brian coached, his voice low and soothing. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. We’ve got this.”

Dom focused on Brian’s words, letting them guide him through the wave of pain. It was still overwhelming, but knowing that Brian was with him, that they were in this together, made it a little easier to bear. “I’m trying,” Dom whispered, his voice breaking slightly as the contraction slowly ebbed.

Brian smiled at him, brushing a kiss against Dom’s forehead. “You’re doing great,” he murmured. “We’re going to get through this, one breath at a time.”

As they continued to time the contractions, Dom felt a little more in control, even as the pain grew stronger and more relentless. The house around them remained quiet, the rain a steady lullaby as they worked through each contraction together. Brian stayed by Dom’s side, rubbing his back, whispering words of encouragement, and keeping him grounded through each wave of discomfort.

Eventually, as the contractions came faster, there was no more doubt—this was it. They were about to become parents, and there was no turning back now. Dom looked up at Brian, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and hope. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he said softly, squeezing Brian’s hand.

“Always,” Brian replied, his voice full of unwavering love. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re going to welcome our little one together.”

And with that, as the storm outside raged on, they prepared for the incredible journey ahead, their hearts beating as one.

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Dominic felt another intense wave of pain sweep through him, causing his breath to hitch. He couldn’t help but double over, clutching his stomach as if holding himself together could somehow ease the pain. “Brian,” he gasped, barely able to get the word out, his voice thick with desperation. “It’s— it’s getting worse.”

Brian was instantly by his side, his strong presence both a comfort and an anchor. He reached for Dom’s hand, squeezing it with a reassuring firmness. “I’m right here, Dom,” Brian said, his tone calm and steady, the way you might comfort a frightened child in the middle of a thunderstorm. “We’re going to get through this. You’re not alone.”

Dom’s heart squeezed at those words. There was something about the way Brian looked at him, the confidence in his eyes, that gave him the strength to breathe through the pain. But it was hard. The pain was so raw and real, it made his knees feel weak. “I need... the pack,” he murmured, his eyes filling with tears as he thought of the people who were as close as family to him.

Brian nodded without hesitation. “I’ll get them,” he promised, pressing a kiss to Dom’s forehead—a touch so tender, it was like a balm to Dom’s frazzled nerves. Brian darted out of the room, calling out, “Everyone, now! Dom needs us!”

Within moments, the room was filled with the familiar faces of Mia, Letty, Vince, Leon, and Jesse. Each of them carried an expression of love and concern that warmed Dom’s heart. This was his family—not bound by blood, but by the loyalty and love they shared.

Mia rushed over, her eyes wide with worry as she knelt by Dom’s side. “Dom, sweetheart, how long has it been like this?” she asked, gently brushing a damp lock of hair from his forehead.

“Not long,” Dom managed, gritting his teeth as another contraction ripped through him. “But it’s getting worse.”

Letty took a seat beside him, reaching for his other hand. “Hey, listen to me,” she said, her voice a gentle command. “You’ve got this, Dom. You’re one of the strongest people I know. Just breathe through it.”

Dom nodded, letting out a shaky breath as he tried to focus on her words. He closed his eyes, the presence of his pack grounding him. They were his safe space, his rock, and right now, he needed them more than ever.

Another wave hit, and Dom couldn’t help the small cry that escaped him. The pain was so intense, it left him feeling raw and exposed. “I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “What if... something goes wrong?”

Brian was there again, his hands warm and steady on Dom’s shoulders. “Nothing’s going to go wrong,” he said firmly, his voice filled with the kind of confidence that could move mountains. “We’re all here with you, Dom. We’ve got you.”

Jesse chimed in, his voice calm but firm, like a big brother teaching you how to ride a bike. “Focus on your breathing. Remember? Just like we practiced. You’re in control, Dom.”

The room seemed to pulse with love and support, and Dom drew strength from it. He was surrounded by the people who had always had his back. The ones who never judged him, never abandoned him. This was his family, and they were going to see him through this.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he said, his voice thick with emotion as he looked around at the faces he cherished so deeply. “I’m really about to become a dad.”

Leon chuckled softly, a proud smile on his face. “Yeah, you are. And you’re going to be amazing at it, Dom. You’ve already got more love in your heart than most people ever know.”

With those words echoing in his mind, Dom felt a renewed sense of strength. Yes, it was terrifying and painful, but he could do this. For his baby, for Brian, and for the family they had built together. As another contraction came, he breathed through it, focusing on the love in the room rather than the pain.

Brian squeezed his hand again, his eyes never leaving Dom’s. “You’ve got this, Dom. Just a little longer. We’re all here for you.”

And that was all Dom needed. He leaned into the next wave, letting the pain wash over him as he focused on the love that surrounded him. No matter what happened next, he knew he wasn’t alone. And that made all the difference.

“I love you, Brian,” Dom said softly, his voice steady despite the tears in his eyes.

“I love you too,” Brian replied, his voice filled with a fierce tenderness. “Always.”

In that moment, surrounded by the people he loved, Dom knew he was ready. No matter what came next, they would face it together—because that’s what family was for.

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The evening light filtered gently through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow as Dom lay in bed, trying to focus on the comfort of the blankets and the steady presence of Brian beside him. It was supposed to be a quiet moment, a chance to relax, but suddenly, Dom’s face tightened as a new and unfamiliar sensation washed over him. His eyes widened as a strange pressure began building, deep and insistent.

“What’s going on?” Dom asked, his voice tinged with both confusion and concern. He reached out to Brian, who was instantly alert, his warm, steadying hand already on Dom’s shoulder. Before either could fully process the change, Dom gasped as a sudden rush of warmth spread beneath him. His breath hitched. “Oh my God, Brian… I think my water just broke.”

Brian’s eyes met Dom’s, filled with determination yet softened with love. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re going to get through this,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. “Just focus on me, all right? Breathe.” As Dom’s breathing grew more ragged, Brian rubbed his back in gentle circles, a simple yet powerful gesture that spoke of years of trust and unspoken support.

Without wasting a moment, Brian called out to the rest of their pack. “Mia! Letty! We need some help in here!” His voice was clear, not panicked, signaling the beginning of what would be an all-hands-on-deck situation.

Mia rushed into the room first, her usual calm demeanor firmly in place. “Dom, honey, let’s get you cleaned up,” she said, grabbing fresh linens from a nearby drawer. There was something comforting in the way she moved—efficient, sure, and steady, like she had been through countless family crises and knew exactly how to handle this one.

Jesse followed right behind her, towel in hand, ready to assist. “Don’t worry, Dom. We’ve got this under control,” he said, offering a reassuring smile as he knelt by the bed, helping Mia switch out the damp sheets. The pack always knew how to come together, each member instinctively falling into their role, like the close-knit family they had become over the years.

As they worked, Dom’s heart swelled with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice wavering slightly as another contraction gripped him. The pain was sharp and sudden, causing him to curl inward. He clutched Brian’s hand, squeezing tight as he tried to steady his breathing.

“You’re doing great, Dom,” Letty said softly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, her eyes filled with that no-nonsense love she was known for. “We’re all right here with you, every step of the way.”

Dom took a shaky breath, nodding even as he winced with the next contraction. The pressure was growing, like a wave he had to ride out, yet knowing his pack was there, surrounding him with love, made it just a little bit easier to bear. “It hurts,” he managed to say, his voice breaking, tears pooling in his eyes.

“I know, baby, I know,” Brian murmured, his forehead resting gently against Dom’s. “But you’re so strong. Just keep breathing through it. We’ve got you.” The love in Brian’s voice was like a lifeline, grounding Dom even as his body trembled with pain.

Leon, Vince, and the rest of the pack hung back slightly, giving Dom space while still being close enough to help at a moment’s notice. They exchanged quiet, supportive looks, their silent presence a testament to the unbreakable bonds they had forged together. It was moments like these that reminded them all what it meant to be a family—not just by blood, but by choice, by shared experiences, and by a love that went deeper than words.

As Mia finished with the bed, she gave Dom’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re doing so well, Dom. Just focus on what’s coming—the beautiful baby that’s on the way,” she said, her eyes twinkling with pride.

Dom swallowed hard, his gaze flicking between the familiar faces around him. “Is this really happening?” he asked, his voice soft and uncertain, almost as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

“Yes, it is,” Brian confirmed, his eyes filled with that same unwavering love that had seen them through so much already. “You’re about to meet our little one, Dom. You’ve got this. We’re all here with you.”

A fresh wave of determination filled Dom as he nodded, clutching Brian’s hand even tighter. There was something profoundly reassuring in knowing that his pack was right there beside him, ready to help him welcome this new life into the world. As another contraction hit, Dom leaned into the pain, letting it wash over him, his breath coming in deep, controlled bursts.

“You’re doing amazing,” Jesse encouraged, standing by with a towel, ready to assist wherever needed. “We’re so proud of you, Dom.”

“I’m proud of you too,” Brian whispered, pressing a kiss to Dom’s temple, his touch warm and steady. “You’re bringing our baby into the world, and there’s nothing more beautiful than that.”

With those words echoing in his mind, Dom felt a renewed strength. He could do this—not just for himself, but for Brian, for their pack, and for the precious little life that was about to join their family. Surrounded by the people he loved most, he knew he wasn’t alone.

“Okay,” Dom said, breathing deeply, his voice more confident now. “I’m ready.”

And with that, the room seemed to fill with a quiet yet powerful energy—a mix of love, hope, and the promise of new beginnings. This was their family, standing strong together, ready to welcome whatever came next.

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Dom lay in bed, feeling the energy in the room shift as he readied himself for what was coming. The evening light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow that felt like a comforting hug. But beneath that calm, Dom’s body was stirring, gearing up for the moment he knew would change his life forever.

“Brian,” he whispered, his breath catching as a powerful sensation rippled through him. The pressure in his abdomen was building, a force as steady as the tide. “I need to push,” he admitted, his voice shaky but resolute.

Brian immediately focused on him, his expression a blend of fierce determination and unwavering love. “Alright, Dom,” he said gently, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “Take a deep breath, honey. When you feel the next wave, push as hard as you can. You’re so strong, you can do this.”

Dom nodded, feeling the familiar comfort of Brian’s presence steadying him. But as another contraction crashed through him, all he could do was clutch the sheets and ride it out. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt—a mix of pain, urgency, and an overpowering need to bring his baby into the world.

“It hurts so much, Brian,” Dom whimpered, tears welling up as the intensity overwhelmed him. He had always considered himself strong, but this was a whole new level of challenge. Yet, in the midst of his pain, Brian’s hand on his back, gently rubbing circles, reminded him he wasn’t alone.

“Just breathe, Dom,” Brian coached, his voice that calm, steady rock Dom desperately needed. “In through your nose, out through your mouth. We’re almost there.”

The pack members, who had become his family in every way that counted, hovered nearby with concern etched into their faces. Mia was right there, holding clean towels and ready to assist, her eyes brimming with a supportive, sisterly warmth. “Dom, you’ve got this,” she encouraged, her voice a soothing balm. “We’re all here with you.”

Jesse, Letty, Leon, and Vince were in the background, their normally boisterous energy tempered by the seriousness of the moment. Each of them knew how much this meant, not just to Dom, but to the entire family they had built together. They were his safety net, a circle of love and strength, and Dom could feel their energy bolstering him even as he felt like he was being split in two.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Dom gasped, his voice breaking as the next contraction hit. The pain was all-consuming, a relentless wave that threatened to pull him under.

But Brian leaned in closer, their foreheads almost touching. “Yes, you can,” he whispered, his eyes filled with nothing but love and certainty. “You’re already doing it. You’re incredible, Dom. Just one more push.”

Dom took a deep breath, drawing on the love he felt from his family around him. He could see the concern in Mia’s eyes, hear the soft encouragement from Jesse, and feel Brian’s unwavering faith. He knew he couldn’t let them—or himself—down.

As the next contraction took hold, Dom bore down with every ounce of strength he had left, letting out a cry that came from deep within. It felt like the world around him blurred into a single, focused point—just him, Brian, and the life they were bringing into the world.

Then, suddenly, there was a rush of relief, a release that was both physical and emotional. The room seemed to fill with a new kind of energy as the sound of a baby’s first cry filled the air.

“You did it, Dom!” Brian’s voice was thick with emotion, tears shining in his eyes as he held their tiny, squirming baby in his arms. “You were amazing.”

Exhausted and trembling, Dom slumped back against the pillows, his heart swelling with a love so profound it nearly took his breath away. He could hardly believe it—they had done it. Together.

Mia gently brought the baby over, swaddled in a soft blanket, and placed the precious bundle into Dom’s waiting arms. As Dom gazed down at his child, he felt a warmth blossom in his chest that erased every ounce of pain, every moment of fear. This was his family, and they had created something beautiful together.

“Welcome to the world, little one,” he whispered, his voice soft and filled with awe. The baby blinked up at him, and in that moment, surrounded by the people he loved most, Dom knew his life had changed forever.

They had all been through so much, but this moment was a testament to the strength of their bond. No matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them as a family—together.

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As the soft glow of the morning sun crept into their bedroom, casting a warm light on the events that had unfolded throughout the long night, Brian felt an overwhelming sense of peace. The tiny, sweet little bundle wrapped in a pink blanket was finally here—everything they had been waiting for and more. The rush of emotions was almost too much to bear, as he looked down at their beautiful daughter, her delicate face still pink from her entry into the world. A feeling of pure joy surged through him, mingled with pride for his beloved partner, Dom.

“Brian, our baby girl is finally here,” Dom whispered, his voice raspy and tired but filled with an unmistakable joy that only a new parent could understand. He looked up at Brian, his eyes shining with tears, a mixture of relief and happiness.

“You were incredible, Dom. I’m so proud of you,” Brian replied, his voice thick with emotion. He gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Dom’s forehead. “You’ve done something truly amazing today.”

Dom gave a weak but grateful smile, the exhaustion written all over his face, yet there was a peaceful glow about him—a quiet joy that spoke of a job well done. “I couldn’t have done it without you, love,” he said, reaching out to caress their daughter’s tiny head. “She’s perfect.”

Brian turned to the room’s chaos, still littered with remnants from the birth—a testament to the stormy but beautiful night they had just endured. “Letty, Vince, would you mind helping clean up a bit while I get Dom freshened up?” he asked, slipping back into the practical, caring role that came so naturally to him.

“Of course,” Vince replied, already moving with that steady determination of his. Letty joined him, giving Dom a reassuring smile as she started folding up towels and gathering supplies.

With the cleanup in capable hands, Brian turned his full attention back to Dom, who was still laying in bed, looking a little worse for wear but no less beautiful. He reached out, helping him to sit up slowly. “Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?” he said softly, concern lacing his tone.

Dom nodded, a bit unsteady on his feet but trusting Brian completely. “I could really use that shower,” he murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Brian guided him to the bathroom, turning on the water until it was just the right temperature, warm enough to soothe but not overwhelm. As steam began to fill the small room, he glanced over at Dom, whose breathing was starting to ease. “Take it slow, love,” he said, his hands steadying Dom as he stepped under the spray.

Dom let out a sigh of relief as the water cascaded over him, washing away the exhaustion and tension. “I still can’t believe she’s really here,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Daisy Lyn O’Connor...”

“It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” Brian agreed, his eyes never leaving Dom. “And you did it. You brought her into the world.”

Dom turned to Brian, a soft smile on his lips. “We did it together,” he said, a new kind of strength in his voice. The worst was behind them, and now, they were entering a new chapter—a beautiful journey that they would take side by side.

Once they were both dried off and dressed, they made their way back to the bedroom. Mia, ever the doting auntie, was sitting in a rocking chair, cradling Daisy with the gentleness of someone who truly adored babies. “She’s perfect, you two,” Mia beamed as she looked up, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Dom’s heart melted at the sight of his sister holding their daughter. “Can I?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of nerves and excitement.

“Of course,” Mia said softly, handing Daisy over with the utmost care. The moment Dom held her, everything seemed to fall into place. All the pain, all the exhaustion, it was all worth it. “Hello, little one,” Dom whispered, his voice catching as tears filled his eyes. “I’m your papa.”

Standing close behind them, Brian watched with a full heart, his hand resting on Dom’s shoulder. The love and pride in his eyes were unmistakable. In that moment, surrounded by family, the world outside didn’t matter. The storms could rage, the world could turn upside down, but they had their own little piece of heaven right here.

“Daisy Lyn,” Dom repeated, trying the name again as if to truly make it real. “Welcome to our family, sweetheart.”

Brian leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Dom’s temple. “She’s perfect, just like you,” he murmured, the bond between them only growing stronger in this precious moment.

They settled back into bed, Dom cradling Daisy close, her tiny coos filling the room. The chaos of the night had passed, leaving only the gentle sounds of their newborn and the comforting presence of family all around them. As the sun climbed higher, bathing the room in a golden light, they knew this was just the beginning.

Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together—stronger, braver, and more united than ever before. Because that’s what family was for: to weather the storms, to hold each other close, and to find joy in every new beginning.

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As the soft glow of the evening lamp bathed the nursery in a warm light, Dom couldn't help but feel his heart swell with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He leaned back into the cushions, watching Brian sitting in the old rocking chair, their precious baby girl cradled gently in his arms. Daisy Lyn O’Connor. The name sounded like the sweetest melody, filling the room with a warmth that Dom would forever cherish.

“Thank you, Brian,” Dom whispered, his voice thick with emotion, still processing the miracle of it all. “For everything… for making this happen.”

Brian looked up, eyes shining with that familiar tenderness, his love for Dom evident in every glance. “I should be thanking you,” he replied softly, a smile spreading across his face. “You brought our little girl into the world. I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect family.”

As Brian rocked their tiny bundle back and forth, Daisy’s delicate fingers curled instinctively around his thumb. It was such a small gesture, yet it brought tears to Dom’s eyes. How could something so tiny hold so much love? The moment felt sacred, a gentle pause in the whirlwind of new parenthood.

Dom reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he touched Daisy’s soft, rosy cheek. “She’s perfect,” he murmured, his voice a breathy whisper filled with awe. It still felt surreal that they had created this precious little life together. All the worries and sleepless nights leading up to her arrival had melted away, leaving only pure, boundless joy.

“Perfect, indeed,” Brian agreed, his voice a soft hum as he gazed down at their daughter. “Look at her—she’s already stealing hearts. I think we’re in for a handful,” he added with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling.

Dom couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and joyful. “You think she’ll have us wrapped around her little finger?” he teased, knowing full well the answer was yes. He watched Brian lean down to kiss Daisy’s forehead, the gesture so gentle it made Dom’s heart ache with happiness.

“She’s already got me,” Brian admitted with a soft sigh, his expression turning serious for a moment as he looked up at Dom. “But you… you’ve always had me, Dom. You and Daisy, you’re my world.”

Dom’s eyes filled with tears again, the kind that came from a place deep within—a place where love and gratitude lived. “I’m just so glad she has you,” Dom whispered, his voice breaking slightly. “You’re going to be the best dad.”

Brian smiled, reaching out to take Dom’s hand in his. “And so are you. We’ll figure this out together, just like we always do.”

The quiet comfort of the nursery wrapped around them like a blanket, the soft creaks of the rocking chair and the gentle coos of their daughter creating a peaceful symphony. Dom leaned back, finally allowing himself to relax, feeling the weight of the world lift from his shoulders. It had been such a whirlwind, but now, here in this moment, everything felt just right.

Brian’s eyes met Dom’s across the room, a silent understanding passing between them. “What’s on your mind?” Brian asked softly, always in tune with Dom’s thoughts.

“Just thinking how lucky we are,” Dom confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I never thought I could feel so full… so complete.” He took a deep breath, letting the contentment of the moment settle in. “Being a parent is scary, but… holding her, it feels like this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.”

“Exactly,” Brian nodded, squeezing Dom’s hand gently. “We’ve got each other, Dom, and now we’ve got Daisy. Whatever comes our way, we’ll handle it together.”

Dom let out a soft sigh, leaning his head back against the headboard. “One day at a time,” he echoed, his heart brimming with love for the little family they had built.

As the night wore on, the house grew quieter, and it felt like the world had shrunk down to just the three of them in that cozy nursery. Brian continued to hum softly, the lullaby filling the room as he rocked Daisy to sleep. Dom couldn’t remember feeling this content in his entire life.

Finally, Brian stood up, walking over to where Dom sat. He leaned down and kissed Dom gently on the forehead. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with the kind of promise that only years of shared hopes and dreams could create.

“I love you too,” Dom replied, his eyes drifting to their baby girl, now sleeping peacefully. “Thank you for this, for everything. For our family.”

Brian smiled, a look of pride in his eyes as he gazed at Dom and Daisy. “We did this together, Dom. And we’ll keep doing it, one day at a time.”

In that quiet, serene moment, Dom knew he had everything he had ever wanted. The journey ahead might not always be easy, but with Brian by his side and little Daisy in their arms, he knew they could face anything. Together, they had built a life filled with love, laughter, and family—a life that was theirs to cherish, now and forever.