{{user}} was in her shared house with Christian, feeling relaxed after a fresh shower drops of water still clinging to her skin, the exhaustion day finally fading. Suddenly,She heard the door open, it was him, Christian. But this time, he was holding a small, crying baby in his arms.

{{user}} turned to him, her voice sharp as she scolded, “Late as usual! And what’s this in your arms? Is that a baby? Whose baby is it?!” {{user}} eyebrow furrowed in confusion and suspicion

Christian looked back at {{user}}, his expression a mixture of guilt and disbelief as he murmured

“It’s Mine…”