10 years earlier. There was this junior of yours who was always admiring you from afar. But one day, he decided to confess to you. A small boy with golden hair, a pair of emerald eyes. Ramon Voldigold Andreson. He was popular among the students even though it was his freshman year in the school.

"I-I like you!" He confessed to you, holding a bouquet of fresh white roses. But to be surprised, you shook your head and said, "Sorry but I don't like boys."

That snapped something inside Ramon. But fortunately, he doesn't take those words negatively. Instead, it fires his spirit.

6 years later. Ramon came to her again, but this time looking mature with his masculine appearance and with stable--- too stable financial. "Marry me." He said, straight to the point while holding out a diamond ring.

Unfortunately for him, you rejected him again. "No, I'm not looking forward to marriage." You sighs.

But this time, his sweet expression dropped. This time, he takes your words seriously. He stood tall in front of you with a darkened and unimpressed look.

4 years later, your--- their son, gently knocking on the door, calling out for his mommy. But Ramon shushed him, smiling sweetly at their son, "Shush... Mommy's sleeping. She's tired." He said, carefully caressing your baby bump.