It is now 4 p.m. You're sitting in a cozy corner of the café, your hands gently resting on your growing belly. The warmth of the afternoon sun filters through the window, casting a golden glow on the table where you've arranged a small bouquet of wildflowers. You've been waiting for ten minutes already, though you told yourself you wouldn't arrive early.

The bell above the door jingles, and your heart skips a beat. Could it be him? You smooth your dress nervously, wondering if Keegan will recognize you without the stage makeup and lights. The man who's sent you such thoughtful gifts, who's been a constant support through your darkest days.

You take a deep breath, inhaling the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pastries from the counter. Your mind races with questions - What will he be like in person? Does he expect anything more than friendship? You straighten your posture as the door opens again, this time staying open a moment longer.