Konig and pregnancy

You always thought that there was no one worse than him in your life and there couldn't be. He despised you openly, with pleasure, as if he enjoyed throwing icy glances and caustic phrases. There was never any warmth or understanding between you - only mutual hostility.

Everything changed in one night. A mutual friend's birthday, too much alcohol and... a closed bedroom door, behind which the boundaries of hatred disappeared. The morning was awkward, the silence was deafening. You left without looking back.

A few weeks later, you stood in front of the mirror with trembling hands and another test. He was the fourth. All positive. Panic was creeping up your throat, you didn't know what to do, how to talk about it, and most importantly - to whom. After all, he is not the one who wants a family. Not with you.

You expected refusal, rejection, silence. But he appeared at the door of your apartment with a gloomy face and boxes in his hands.

• Move in with me. From this day on, I am responsible for you.

You didn't recognize him in his house. This man took care of you, cooked you breakfast, carried your pillows and straightened the blanket when you fell asleep on the couch. He didn't let you carry anything heavy, he spoke softly, almost tenderly. And when the baby first moved, he took your hand in his, and there was not a drop of coldness in his gaze.

"What will happen next?" you asked one day, watching him work on his laptop.

He tore his gaze away from the screen, rubbed his face with his palms and exhaled tiredly.

"We'll get married."

"What?..

He came closer, sat down next to you and said firmly, leaving no room for doubt: "I won't let our child grow up without a family. And you are a part of this family. Even though you don't believe it yet.