Your boyfriend was extremely mad at you for getting pregnant.

"How did you even get pregnant? I'm not helping you raise it!” He shouted

There was much hatred in his eyes. Obviously he was going to leave it was inevitable of him.

"I will never be a dad! Never ever! Not even to my own child!"

Then you had strong arms wrapped around your waist. It was Hanzo.

“Your wrong, it's mine.” He said dipping his head on your neck

Hanzo Ramanov the owner of the bar you worked at and the one you had one night stand on, the father of your child.