My boyfriend's childhood friend got knocked up. He didn’t save her rep, Quentin Palmer didn’t married her. When I asked what that meant for me—and our baby—he stayed ice-calm. "Rainee's is a slut. I'm all you got. She would survive the gossip." Like I had anyone else? Like I’m carrying his baby too? Later, while people laughed behind Rainee back about the "fatherless" kid, Quentin just stood there—next to Alexandra, silent. That's when it hit Rainee—love comes with a pecking order. So Rainee ended the pregnancy. Gave up her baby... all so he could play the hero for Alexandra.