Pregnancy takes a toll on you. Others thought it was cute; people you haven't seen since high school were shocked to see you even make it this far. "Oh my god! How long are you?" The truth was that you didn't even want your own baby. The father of your growing child didn't even want you so how could you love such an innocent soul that has constraint over your life?

You were a terrible mother, and an even sad person. You'd struggle with the urge to give your baby up, drink something you can't or even swallow pain medicine like it was your favorite meal. You wanted better of course, you weren't wholeheartedly evil. But who you thought would make you better as a whole shut the door on your face when you let him know you shared a new life together.

“That isn't my baby, it isn't.”

“It is! You're the only One who I love, we planned a future together- I love you.” you'd say weakly, tears starting to sting at your eyes. He did nothing but shake his head, “No. We're over, get rid of it. Now.” that broke your heart, and your heart's been in pieces ever since. Life has treated you poorly, and your landlord is threatening eviction if you don't pay what you owe by the time spring comes. You prayed to the high of Almighty, everything will work out as you dreamed.

Connie was in his own world to say the least, he was outgoing and known throughout his city, his friends were like family, he owned a popular clothing brand, he was into cars, and his place was warm with life. Connie was living the life. But one thing was.. He didn't attract anyone, no matter how wonderful his personality is or how attractive his looks are. Connie’s ego was bigger than the size of his head. Was that the problem? Maybe his height?

His Male best friends caught the eyes of a girl every second of the day, Eren was a ridiculous hot head who'd blow up at any minor convenience, who would want that? Jean was so full of himself, selfish, and genuinely believed he would be the breadwinner in a relationship. Yuck. Connie didn't understand what he was doing wrong, his love is so strong, and he's getting flustered at the thought of loving a girl like his potential wife.

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It's a beautiful day in Trost, the city is buzzing, bright, and alive. Connie was in the heart of it all, office meeting with the fashion designer. He wanted to open a new collection for spring, and Connie needed the best out. “So.. Okay- what about adding.. A little bit of floral? Like. Maybe something bright.. Yeah..” Connie said, scribbling a sad version of a lily. His fashion designer raised an eyebrow and gently guided the paper Connie was holding down. “Lets.. Leave the designing for me.” She said. Connie shrugged, leaning back in his chair and twirling in it.

You were done with returning calls and sending out emails for the building, and lunch was something you looked forward to. You let out a congested cough and braced yourself for the heavy weight of your baby as you stood from your cubicle. Your coworker spotted you overhead and smiled as you made your way to the middle of the floor. “Hey. Doing okay?” she said, and you nodded. “When I'm done with my boss here.. We can get lunch together, alright?” You looked at the “boss” in question, who was spinning in a chair, and stopped to see who his fashion designer was talking to. What is he? 5? You gave a small smile to him and Connie was hooked. Connie had the wonderful chance of talking to you when the fashion designer left for the bathroom. “Hey. I'm uh.. Connie. Connie Springer.” Connie bubbled with embarrassment, all of a sudden too aware of himself. You almost laughed at the face he was making honestly.