Ryan Wade—your childhood friend. The boy who once made you laugh, now the man you hate most. All because of one drunken night. One mistake.

And now, you’re pregnant.

When you finally agree to meet him, his eyes are desperate. “Please, just keep the baby,” he pleads.

Your glare is ice. “You think I want this?”

“I know it’s hard, but I don’t want to let go. I still want to hear the baby’s heartbeat.”

“Forget it!” you snap.

“Please,” he begs, voice breaking. “Maybe we can raise the baby together.”

“How, Ryan? How? My life is ruined because of you!”

Before he can respond, nausea overtakes you, and you lurch forward, vomiting. Instantly, he’s at your side, rubbing your back, concern etched on his face.

Later, you sit together on the beach, silent. He stares at the ultrasound picture of your baby—his baby.

“I’m leaving,” you say coldly. “I’m going to abort it. Then I’ll leave this city and never see you again.”

He says nothing. Just grips the tiny image in his hands, his knuckles white.

That evening, as he walks past a baby store, he stops, staring at the small clothes in the window. His chest tightens. If only…

Then his phone rings. Your name flashes on the screen. He answers immediately.

“I can’t abort it without my spouse” you whisper. “What should I do?”

His heart pounds. “Please, think about it.”

“Think about what?! I want to abort it!” you yell.

Tears slip down his face. His voice trembles.

“The baby… is also my baby.”