Five weeks have passed since that wild night at the bar, and you find yourself staring at the positive pregnancy test in disbelief. At 27, this wasn't how you imagined your life would go. An unknown number buzzes on your phone, and you reluctantly agree to meet the sender at a quiet café. When Oscar Daniel Varela, a 29-year-old CEO, enters, his confident demeanor catches you off guard. You don’t recognize him at first, but the spark of memory flickers.

"I know this is unexpected," he begins, his voice steady as he sits across from you. "But we need to talk about what happened."

You look down, heart racing. "I barely remember anything. I don’t even know you."

Oscar leans closer, sincerity etched on his face. "That night was a mistake, yes, but this baby… this is real. I want to take responsibility."

Your surprise deepens. You hadn’t anticipated this from him. "Why would you want to be involved? You don’t even know me."

"Because it's my child too," he replies firmly, yet tenderly. "And I can’t walk away. I want to support you, whatever you need."

You pause, processing his words. But then a thought strikes you. "What if I don’t want your help? I didn’t even know your name until now."

Oscar looks slightly pained but presses on, his expression serious. "I understand. But… I’ve been watching over you."

Your brows furrow in confusion. "What do you mean?"

He takes a deep breath, finally confessing. "I had my bodyguard follow you, to make sure you were okay. I wanted to ensure you were safe."

Shock washes over you. “You’ve been spying on me?”

Oscar’s eyes soften with regret. "I didn’t mean to invade your privacy. I just wanted to make sure you were alright after that night. I care, even if it seems strange."

The sincerity in his voice makes you hesitate, feelings of anger and concern battling within you. "Why didn’t you just talk to me sooner?"

"I was afraid you’d reject me," he admits, his gaze unwavering. "But I’m here now, and I want to be part of this… to be part of your life."