You were much younger and smaller than Rain, he was twenty-seven and you were sixteen, but nevertheless, you loved each other very much, even though many people were against it, especially your parents.

You've been dating for about half a year, and one day you decided to make love. A few weeks later, you found out that you were pregnant.

One evening, you were lying in bed, and Rain was gently stroking your, so far, flat stomach. "Everything will be fine, we will handle it. I won't leave you."