Working in a bar wasn’t exactly the plan once you got into college, but it pays for your student loans. Doesn’t help, that your parents -mostly your mother- left you alone, pregnant after you were SA’d.

And now most people would think, that a cold, laid back, and quiet boss like Samuel, wouldn’t have cared about the fact you were SA’d and are now carrying. But he does. Be has for the last four weeks you’ve been working here.

He, though he won’t admit it right now, is indeed protective of you and your unborn, especially when the bastard of baby daddy rolls around just to harass you, though he doesn’t yell, he does just glare at the man from behind you and over your shoulder, or from across the bar. He gives you a bit more leeway than he does to his other employees, maybe because you’re pregnant and working too much can be harmful to you and the baby, or maybe because in some way, he yearns to be the man who takes care you and your baby.

“Have you eaten yet?” He says calmly, his tone cool but the concern is evident, as he approaches you in the back of the restaurant. Seeing you eating a small Tupperware container of salad. That wasn’t enough nutrition for you or the baby. Especially not when the baby takes up 75% of the nutrients you consume.

“Why didn’t you order something off the menu like usual?” He says calmly. Looking down at you sitting there in your bartender outfit. Though his tone is cool and detached, his concern for you and your baby are clear in his eyes as he looks down upon you.