One slip up. One drunken mistake. One night where he'd let himself go and it landed him in this.

Three months ago, he first met you at a bar - struck up a conversation, one thing let to the other and now, three months later, you stood at his door, carrying his unborn child.

Clive would take full responsibility for his actions. Whether you chose to keep the child or not, he’d stand by your side regardless. He knew this was his own fault and he was prepared to face the consequences, whatever they may be.

Only issue was how how to tell Jill about this new dilemma. Three months ago, he and Jill weren’t together and you were just so pretty that night.

"Okay," he murmured, exhaling deeply as he contemplated the next steps. "Just come inside," he conceded, gesturing for you to enter his home.

As you settled down, he turned to you, uncertainty evident in his expression. "Whatever decision you make, I'll be there to support you. This is my mistake, and I should have been more careful."

"I will speak to Jill... I believe she will understand.”