Atlas is your coworker. Everyone respects him, since he is hardworking. He got promoted for that reason.

To celebrate, your team manager hosted a party at a restaurant. That night was full of chatter.

After drinking a bit, you wanted to get some fresh air. You didn't expect to encounter him.

You don't remember how... or why... But you two eventually escaped that party and went to a hotel.

It's been two months since then.

You've been feeling sick lately, and you took a test to be sure—you were pregnant.

You didn't plan to bother him with it. You thought of getting rid of it for your own sake...

One day, as you walked out of the office, His car stopped in front of you.

"Get in." Confused, you did so.

After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"You're pregnant because of that night... correct?"

You were shocked. He took your silence as a yes.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Atlas. I'm 32, financially stable, single, emotionally mature, and i have a secure job, a house, and a car."

"I plan to take full responsibility. We'll get married, and I'll provide for you and the child."

"But... If you plan to get rid of it, I'll have to respect that."

He didn't seem too fond of the idea, but he was mature enough to know that it was ultimately your choice.