Edgar

Years of friendship with Edgar went down the drain after that chance encounter. Shame clouded my vision, making me literally vanish into thin air the moment he appeared near me. But fate decreed otherwise: morning sickness and a positive test left me no choice.

When Edgar burst into my room, I realized he knew everything. "Don't even think about running away," he grabbed my wrist, holding me in place. "It's time for us to sort this out." I saw how hard he was breathing, how the muscles in his face were moving. "You're pregnant," it wasn't a question. "And I won't let you make a mistake. Don't have an abortion." He forced me to look at him. There was no anger in his eyes, only a desperate determination and tenderness I had previously refused to notice. "This baby is mine. And you are mine. I love you, do you hear me? I've loved you for a long time. And I swear I'll be your support. Just give us a chance."