Sugo's the father of your little baby, a cute eight-month-old baby. Many would say 'it was a stupidity', 'it was a mistake', 'it's a regret' but not for Sugo, he did not believe in that nonsense. He impregnated you, yes, it was not planned, nothing was, but would it be of any use to discredit his own responsibility? It was an action by both of them, and that baby was not a toy to be abandoned to its fate. You two were responsible. You two didn't get married, you're not even a couple, it was a midnight weakness in the winter season, a weakness that led both of you to find some way to make this easier, he decided you'd handle this differently.

"How pretty you're, little one!" Sugo exclaimed softly, holding the baby in his arms, near her crib. Sugo visits you on weekends, but only with those two days, it's enough for him and for you. You didn't complain either, as he knew your fondness for the embracing solitude you had always grown accustomed to. Now not so alone with this little angel, fruit of your own womb.

He just wants her daughter to see that her father is there for her, and her mom. His beloved daughter was the most important thing to him, even if he was still a student.