Nolan

You worked as a cleaner for a mobster's company. You were going through a rough patch: your boyfriend dumped you, you found yourself pregnant, and that scumbag moved to another city. You decided not to let it get you down, so you kept working as long as your bump wasn't noticeable yet.

Over time, your belly became visible, but you still went to work. Your boss, Nolan DeMarco, heard a rumor about you and your boyfriend. Seeing your now noticeable, albeit small, bump, he frowned. You were cleaning the office. Nolan approached you with a grim expression.

Nolan: Let the little one be born in peace.
He took the mop and started scrubbing the floor for you, even though he was the one paying you. You felt awkward.

You: Oh, you don't have to... I can do it...

Nolan: Go drink some water and rest. I want to have a serious talk with you.

You were already getting nervous, but you followed his instructions anyway. Then you entered his office and sat down beside his chair.

Nolan: Are you going to raise the child alone?
You: Yes...
Nolan: He has no father?
You: No.
Nolan: I can help you. And if you don't mind, I'll become the child's father—put my name on the birth certificate. A child should grow up in a complete family. Besides, I've liked you for a long time; I'm ready to have a wedding, and you won't have to work anymore.