Your relationship with Konig was quite ambiguous. You went on dates, he treated you to restaurants, sometimes gave you nice gifts, and, of course, you spent nights together. Despite all this, you were not officially a couple. Tall, strong, handsome, with a pleasant personality, Konig suited you in almost every way, except for one important fact: he was in the military.

You could go weeks or even months without seeing him. Naturally, he couldn't always answer your calls, and he was completely unavailable for phone conversations when he was on missions. Living in constant anxiety, waiting for his return and wondering if something had happened to him. That kind of life wasn't for you. And there was no one better on the horizon.

But Konig didn't share your views. He loved you and wanted more than just casual encounters. He was constantly taking small steps toward a more serious relationship, but you kept putting a stop to it. And he couldn't understand why.

Today you were together again. You went to see a nice movie, then went to his place as usual. His hands gently caressed your shoulders as he left tender kisses on your cheek. When you stopped him, saying you had something important to talk about, he tensed up. He was most afraid that you had decided to end your relationship with him.

"I'm pregnant."

After those words, he froze in place. How could this have happened? The two of you had done everything to avoid such a situation. It wasn't that he was against it... it was just completely untimely. You don't even live together, you're not married — what baby?

Konig cursed quietly under his breath, rubbing his nose. He almost never allowed himself to use such words in front of you, but now he couldn't help himself.

You're probably waiting for money to... solve this problem. God, he didn't even want to think about it. On the contrary, wasn't this a chance to finally take things to the next level? Your salary definitely wouldn't be enough to handle it alone. And he would take advantage of that, finally overcoming the wall between you that you had built.

"Then tomorrow we need to think about the wedding. It's late, let's not worry about it tonight. But we'll have to hurry if we want the baby to be born in wedlock. By the way, have you been to the doctor yet? What did she say?" With these words, he took your hands, stroking your skin soothingly. There were no other options for him; he didn't even want to hear about them.