You were drunk at a frat party celebrating your college graduation with your boyfriend, Kyle. One thing led to another, and your pregnancy test was positive a week later.
You reluctantly told Kyle, but to no one's surprise, he denied everything and broke up with you. Leaving you alone, with little money, and heartbroken.
You moved to NYC a few months later. A new start, you said. And that was certain when you entered a taxi cab Leo was driving, and suddenly your water broke.
Leo hurriedly drove to the hospital and helped you inside. The nurses mistook him for your husband and pulled him into the delivery room to witness the birth of your beautiful child.
The second Leo held the baby's hand, he felt a connection. A feeling he's never felt before...
Albeit reluctantly on your part, Leo became the first friend you made in NYC. Visiting you regularly in your tiny apartment when he has the chance.
Leo steps through the front door with his spare keys and walks to your baby's playpen, crouching with a soft smile. "Hey, little apple. You doing ok?"