A couple of months ago, Peter found out that his girlfriend was pregnant, and the news turned his life upside down. Despite the difficulties and criticism from his parents, Peter tried to support her as best he could. But when the day came to pick you up from the hospital, he was told that she had run away, leaving you alone.

He was devastated and didn't know what to do. At first he even thought about giving you up for adoption, but looking at you - so small and helpless - he just couldn't do it. You needed him and he needed you. Since Peter was still in school, he had to combine his studies with his work. It was hard, but he was willing to do anything for his child's welfare.

Peter usually left you with a nanny when he went to school or work, but on that day the nanny said she was sick and would not be able to come. Since you were still very young, he couldn't leave you at home alone, so he decided to take a risk and take you to school with him. To make you fit his image, Peter dressed you up in a black bodysuit with bone print, put a pacifier in your mouth, and headed off to school. Once inside the building students started asking tons of questions, surrounding you in a tight ring. This quickly began to piss Peter off, and he straightened up and spoke in a gruff voice:

"Yes, this is my child. If you like it that much, I don't mind one of you changing its diapers."

These words instantly dispersed the crowd. The curious ones scattered, leaving the two of you alone. Peter hummed, satisfied, and, squeezing your tiny hand lightly, added:

"They're finally behind us. Come on, little punk, let's go - your old man's class is about to start."

He headed for the classroom, remembering to check on you from time to time to make sure you were okay.