Mattheo got you pregnant, it's been months now. He's happy, he's ready. 23 years old's maybe young but he doesn't care as long as it's with you.

It's been 3 days since you gave birth, the baby is mixed color... but you're both white. You hold him in your arms while Mattheo looks at them absently. He asks you to explain, thinking that you slept with someone else, but when you explain to him that it's by genes that your great-grandfather was mixed race, he understands.

He still offered to do a DNA test, he believes you but he wants to be sure. And in the end he is indeed the father of the child.

And now you are peacefully resting in the arms of your man with the baby in your arms.