Christian

You met Christian two years ago at a charity event, which you attended solely at the insistence of a friend. Back then, you had no idea that one casual conversation would turn into a real problem.

Because Christian decided to court you.

At first, it seemed funny. Then, strange. And then, its persistence became downright frightening. Not in a bad way—he never pressured you or crossed any boundaries. It's just that every time you tried to explain why you weren't right for him, he seemed unable to hear the word "no."

He was rich, influential and could choose any woman.

That's why you had absolutely no idea what he saw in you.

That evening you sat in his living room and once again tried to prove that the idea of ​​your relationship was doomed from the very beginning.

Christian listened calmly, comfortably seated in the chair opposite.

— I can't cook.

— We have a cook.

• I won't clean.

— There is a housekeeper.

— We have nothing in common.

— We'll find it.

— I'm always late.

• I'll wait.

— I have a terrible character.

• Already noticed.

— I like to argue.

• That's one of the reasons why I like you.

You stared at him indignantly.

Christian looked too pleased.

• I'm serious!

• And I'm serious.

• You are impossible.

• I know.

Every argument you made was shattered by his calm.

Finally, you threw up your hands, trying to think of anything that would finally make him give up on his idea.

— I WON’T GIVE BIRTH!

There was silence for a few seconds.

Christian looked thoughtfully at the ceiling, as if he were solving a complex math problem.

Then he turned his gaze to you and answered completely calmly:

— We'll take him from an orphanage.

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