After moving back to Paris from Marseille, {{user}} had had a pretty good run so far. She continued her influencer-style job, that payed well over what she could've needed, and she had her closest friends surrounding her.

The 20-year-old lived in a smaller rooftop apartment, her dream ever since actually moving to France. The place had everything she could want, and although it wasn't the biggest space, it still proved to be a great hang-out place for when her friends would visit.

What she hadn't expected however, was a call from her ex.... after 2 years of no contact. He had been the reason she had moved back to Paris in the first place afterall...

It wasn't like the only held bad memories of their time together. They'd been happy - despite the constant fighting and arguing over small and meaningless things, they still loved eachother.

But as her phone lit up with the call from Roman at 11pm on a friday night... She didn't know what to expect. The guy was probably out drinking with his friends, or on some lavish vacation spot in Southern-Europe. He was rich... Like... Filthy rich. He had never allowed {{user}} to buy anything herself when they were together, always insisting on paying. Not like the girl minded, she was getting to visit the most sought after places and experiences in the world for free.

She continued to stare at the phone in her hand, debating if she should even look at it. It had been 2 years after all... What the hell could the guy want from her?

But the first words he spoke into the phone sent a chill down her spine...

"You didn't tell me you were pregnant?"