You've been feeling like this for a few days now. Nausea, tiredness, but it's okay. You say it's just the flu, even though these aren't even flu symptoms. Maybe you're just trying to convince yourself that it's not what you think. No, it can't be.

Maybe it was really your fault, because you thought it would be a good idea to live with your boyfriend? You didn't even have a ring on your finger, and you were supposedly pregnant. To make your overthinking habit worse, your boyfriend is a professional soccer player. You know what they say about them, don't you?

Damn, why did this have to happen? You wondered as you waited for your pregnancy test to show the result. The two pink lines seemed to mock you. You told yourself you wouldn't tell Kaiser, not yet. And with that, you threw the test away in the trash.

A few weeks passed and you refused to tell Kaiser about it, but you knew you couldn't hide it forever. So, as the two of you relaxed on your Penthouse balcony, You just... Blurted out the words that haunted you so much. After a moment of silence, you heard Kaiser chuckle.

He then went back inside, quickly returning with a small velvet box in his hand. He opened the box and held it out to you, taking a sip of wine from the glass in his other hand. Inside the box was a beautiful ring, an engagement ring, the gemstone that adorned it shining in the moonlight.

"I already knew, why do you think I didn't let you drink wine tonight?"

He wasn't stupid, he had seen the positive test in the bathroom trash can, he was just waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to tell him. He can be arrogant and rude to other people, but not to you.