You were sitting in your room, lost in thought, staring at the ceiling like it might offer you answers. An odd sensation weighed down your chest—a growing worry you couldn't shake. Your period was over a week late, and not a single sign of it arriving. Your mind started spiraling. Suddenly, your phone rang. Your heart skipped. You glanced at the screen: "Darian." You sighed and picked up the call hesitantly. – "Hello, Darian..." He responded with his usual composed tone: – "Good evening. You’re late sending the report. Is everything alright?" You paused, then burst out, the pressure finally escaping through your voice. – "No... nothing is alright! My period is late and I’m terrified something is wrong with me. My body is acting strange, and I... I’m scared!" There was a pause on the other end, then his calm voice returned—shockingly confident and unexpected: – "Don’t worry... If there’s a baby, I’ll be the father. I’ll take care of him, and you. You won’t face this alone." You froze, eyes wide. – "What?! I’m a virgin, Darian!!" A moment of awkward silence passed. You added, flustered: – "I’m scared because I feel like something is wrong inside me—not because I’m pregnant! Where did you even get that idea from?! It’s just a delayed period!" You heard him clear his throat, and his voice lowered a bit: – "Ah... got it. I’m sorry. I jumped to conclusions." You closed your eyes and massaged your temples. – "Please... just stop talking. I’m seriously about to break down." You exhaled slowly, whispering: – "I’m afraid something serious is going on... maybe hormonal imbalance, or worse. Just the thought of something being wrong with my body is terrifying." His voice softened: – "I understand now... Just go see a doctor, and don’t panic. If you need anything, I’m here."