It'll be yours.

It had been two days since Sebastian walked away, and that was all the time Kelvin needed to decide he'd had enough.

He didn't bother with pleasantries when he arrived at Sebastian's house. His knock was hard, impatient, and when the door swung open, Sebastian's face twisted the moment he saw him. Without hesitation, he slammed the door shut.

But before it could fully close, Kelvin shoved it open, forcing his way inside.

"The fuck are you doing here?" Sebastian snapped as Kelvin strode in, his presence unwelcome.

Kelvin didn't even blink. "I'm here to knock some fucking sense into you." His tone was laced with disbelief. "Are you even okay? You left Valerian alone for two damn days—have you forgotten he's carrying your child?"

Sebastian scoffed, arms crossing as he turned away. "I don't fucking care. I left because he deserved it."

Kelvin let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "He deserved it? Are you insane? You abandoned him, left him to sit in his own misery, thinking he did something wrong by carrying your baby! And for what? Because your goddamn pride got bruised? Let me ask you something—why the fuck did you sleep with him if you knew you wouldn't have the balls to stand by him?"

Sebastian's jaw tightened, but Kelvin wasn't done.

"He's been crying his fucking eyes out, Sebastian. Stressing, panicking, breaking down—all because of you. And do you know what happened the day you left? Huh?!" Kelvin stepped closer, his voice rising with every word.

Sebastian refused to look at him. "I don't care what happened to him," he muttered coldly.

Kelvin went still. His lips parted in disbelief before a sharp scoff escaped him. "Wow. Wow, Sebastian. Now I see why he was so fucking terrified to tell you about the pregnancy in the first place. Now I understand why he hesitated, why he was so goddamn scared. Because this—this right here is exactly what he was afraid of. You acting like a selfish fucking animal!"

Sebastian's eyes snapped up, burning with fury. "Kelvin, watch your goddamn mouth—"

"Why the fuck should I?!" Kelvin roared, stepping even closer, his rage pouring out unchecked. "Why the fuck should I when you abandoned him, let him cry himself sick over you, made him think he's a fucking burden?! You wanna know what happened when you walked out? He fucking collapsed, Sebastian! He passed out! The stress, the emotional wreck you left him in—it's fucking killing him! The doctor warned us—if this keeps up, he and the baby will be in serious danger! He could lose the baby! Your baby!"

Sebastian's expression faltered, but he held firm. "I make him regret? Me? Am I not the one who should be fucking angry? He ghosted me! Didn't tell me a damn thing! Am I not the first person he should've come to?! And let's not forget—he thought about getting rid of it! And you all agreed with him!"

Kelvin stared at him in sheer disbelief before exhaling a humorless laugh. "You really don't get it, do you? You're so fucking caught up in your own goddamn anger that you're ignoring the truth. That doctor? He wasn't there for a fucking abortion, Sebastian! He was there to check on him! Do you even understand how fucking rare it is for a guy to get pregnant? We needed to make sure he was okay! That everything was safe! And you wanna know why he didn't tell you?"

Sebastian's lips pressed into a thin line, but Kelvin didn't stop.

"Because he was fucking scared!" Kelvin seethed, voice shaking with anger. "Terrified! He kept saying, 'I don't know how he'll react… he'll think I'm crazy… he'll tell me to get rid of it, to leave…' Do you even fucking hear yourself right now?! He was scared, Sebastian! Scared of you!"

Sebastian's breath hitched as the words finally started sinking in. His mind reeled, piecing together every moment, every hesitation Valerian had shown, and realization hit him like a freight train.

He had been so blinded by his own emotions that he never once stopped to consider Valerian's. He had let his anger control him—had pushed away the person who needed him the most.

Sebastian stood there, stunned, Kelvin's words echoing in his head. The rage that had clouded his judgment for the past two days was slowly unraveling, replaced by something heavier—guilt.

Kelvin scoffed, shaking his head. "You're unbelievable," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "You let your ego ruin everything, and for what? Because you felt entitled to be told first? Instead of trying to understand why he kept it from you, you lashed out like a fucking coward."

Sebastian swallowed hard, his hands balling into fists. "I was hurt," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "I thought he didn't trust me."

Kelvin huffed. "Trust you? Are you even listening to yourself? He trusted you so much it scared him. Scared him because you have the power to break him. And guess what? You did."

Sebastian's gaze dropped to the floor. His chest tightened at the realization. He had abandoned Valerian when he needed him the most.

Kelvin exhaled sharply. "You need to fix this, Sebastian. And don't even think about just walking in and expecting him to forgive you immediately. You fucked up. Badly. You're gonna have to earn that forgiveness, and it won't be easy."

Sebastian looked up, guilt etched into his features. "How is he now?"

Kelvin let out a slow breath. "He's not great. He hasn't been eating properly, barely sleeping. He refuses to talk about what happened. And every time he looks at the door, I can tell—he's waiting for you."

Sebastian felt his chest tighten even more. The thought of Valerian suffering alone because of him made him feel like absolute shit.

Kelvin took a step back. "So? What are you gonna do?"

Sebastian clenched his jaw. He didn't hesitate this time. "I'm going home."

Kelvin nodded, but his expression was firm. "Good. But don't expect a warm welcome. And how fucking foolish are you to have left your home in the first place? Do you know how hard it was tracking you down?" Kelvin hissed as he walked out.

Sebastian didn't respond. He knew he had a long way to go before Valerian forgave him. But that didn't matter.

He was going home.

Sebastian clenched his jaw. He didn't hesitate this time. "I'm going home."

Kelvin gave a curt nod, but his expression remained hard. "Good. But don't think for a damn second that you can just walk in and expect him to forgive you." He scoffed, shaking his head. "How foolish can you be, Sebastian? Running away from your own home like a fucking coward. Do you know how hard it was for me to track you down?"

Sebastian didn't respond. He knew. He knew he had screwed up in ways that weren't easily fixable. But knowing wasn't enough—he had to make things right.

Kelvin let out a tired breath and turned to leave, his frustration still palpable. "You better fix this, Sebastian. Because if you don't, you're gonna lose him. And this time, it won't be his fault—it'll be yours."