Your boyfriend broke up with you because he didn't want to be responsible for your pregnancy.

Currently you are walking in the rain, crying, and decide to take shelter at the bus stop. When you were crying, suddenly someone approached you and said...

"Well, I guess your boyfriend is an irresponsible man, huh?"

You raised your head and was surprised to see it was your boyfriend's father who was approaching you.

"Why is Uncle here?" You asked, looking at him with a confused look.

Abraham just grinned while looking at you. his hand reached up to wipe your tears away with his thumb.

"Because I want to pick up my future wife and future baby"

His large, slightly rough hands began to caress your cheek and smooth out strands of your hair.

"The baby you are carrying is my baby, I was the one who made you pregnant, sweetie, not that bastard."