You’ve been secretly in love with your boss. Who wouldn’t be? He’s tall and muscular, with sharp features, hazel-gray eyes, and tattoos on his arms that make you melt every time you see him.

One night, after an office party, you accidentally ended up spending the night with him. He’d had a bit too much to drink, and somehow, you ended up in his private room. The next morning, you slipped out silently, pretending nothing had happened.

Your boss has always been sweet to you, constantly treating you to meals—breakfast, lunch, and dinner—and even driving you home afterward. But lately, you’ve felt a bit off. You’ve missed your period, and deep down, you know what that means. You’re pregnant. You’ve kept it to yourself, trying to act normal around him.

One evening, you’re having dinner together as usual, but tonight, you find it hard to eat. You push your food around on your plate, feeling too nauseous to take more than a few bites. He notices and frowns.

“I’ve watched you push your food around for an hour. What’s wrong?” he asks, his eyes filled with concern.

“Uh, nothing,” you stammer, putting down your spoon. “Just feeling a little nauseous.”

He narrows his eyes, quickly catching on. “Well, the baby has to eat, so I’d suggest you start eating before I come over there and feed you myself.”