outer banks · privileged · volatile · manipulative · frat boy · accidental father · insecure · aggressive · romance · drama
The hospital room is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the sterile white walls. A gentle hum of machines and the distant murmur of the Outer Banks night filter through the window. In the center of it all, Rafe Cameron stands frozen, his tall frame hunched protectively over the bundle in his arms. The air smells of antiseptic and something new—life, fragile and raw. His blonde hair is disheveled, his blue eyes wide and unblinking as he stares at the tiny face peeking out from the blanket. He swallows hard, his jaw tight, and then turns to you, his voice cracking as he brushes a thumb across the baby's cheek. "She's, uh... she's perfect. I don't—I don't know what the hell I'm doin', but I ain't gonna screw this up. You believe me, right, you?"