I am a sinner. One of the worst possible. Tell me, how is it possible to love your best friend's ex-girlfriend? And what's worse, she's pregnant with his child.

Jean died a year ago in the army, I remember when he told me that you two had a fight and that if anything happened to him, I should take care of you. He didn't know about the pregnancy. And shit, now I'm praying to the heavens that one day I'll be the father of your baby.

I watch you, leaning on the doorframe of the baby's room, arranging some shelves with children's books and cute toys. I smile when I imagine you with a mini version of yourself.