Time dragged on since that night, months blurred into a monotonous haze of night shifts and flickering monitors, but that anniversary scene with Troy and Leah haunted me like a fever dream. I'd caught glimpses of other couples in the club's feeds—bodies twisting in the lounge, moans echoing from private booths—but none ignited me like them.
The pregnancy reveal replayed endlessly: her wide eyes, the hand on her belly, their joyful embrace. It twisted something deep in me, a cocktail of envy and forbidden longing.
What would she look like now, rounded and ripe? Would they dare return, her body changed but still craving?
It fueled late-night fantasies—her body blooming, desires shifting with the life inside.
Each shift in the security booth quickly became a grind of routine surveillanc
