Fics like your mess is mine

"You planning to white-knight your way into fatherhood? Start prepping formula just in case?” Joe raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t bring a diaper bag, if that’s what you’re asking.” She huffed. “Then what are you doing here, Joe?” He didn’t hesitate. “You told me you feel like yourself around me.” That landed. Hard. Joe’s voice stayed calm. Measured. “I’m not here to fix anything. Or prove anything. You don’t need another man orbiting around your chaos and calling it devotion.” She stared at him, caught — not in fear, but in the fact that he saw her so clearly. “I’m not here to win some moral high ground by staying,” he added. “I’m not even here because I think you want me here.” “Then why?” Her voice cracked more than she meant it to. He took one step closer — not enough to crowd her, just enough that he was there. Still there. “Because I know you won’t ask,” he said. “And I don’t think you should have to.” Or that one-shot series following Georgia through her pregnancy and connected drama

Fics like your mess is mine

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