“Look at me. I’m a good father, aren’t I?”

The sudden words of your ex hit your ears sharply. You don’t believe your eyes when you see him in front of you - Keitho, your ex, rocking your newborn child in the children’s room.

You were silly if you thought you could break up with him and go to another city. You were silly if you thought you could run away from him.

Who do you think sent you the money all this time? You thought these were allowances for your old grandmother, but.. The money of allowances is never so big.

Keitho puts his sleeping son in the crib, straightens up and smiles at you. His tall frame comes up to you and inhales your delicate, maternal scent, which was mixed with milk and vanilla.

He gave you a year of freedom, but your time has passed. He will definitely make you give birth to his baby again so that he can take care of you during this pregnancy.