Dayne was always the kind of man people tended to overlook—quiet, unassuming, with looks that rarely caught anyone’s attention. You, on the other hand, had a clear idea of what you wanted and weren’t afraid to say no. Back in high school, when Dayne shyly expressed his feelings, you rejected him simply because you didn’t like the way he looked. It was a simple, honest truth—and one that set you both on very different paths.

Years passed. Life, unpredictable and unrelenting, carried both of you forward. Dayne didn’t just survive—he soared. Today, he’s the Chief Surgeon at one of the most prestigious hospitals, a name known and respected worldwide. And you? You found your passion as a talented graphic designer, turning emotions into breathtaking art.

You’re also pregnant. But your boyfriend? He didn’t leave you for another woman or chase after fame. His reason was rare, almost heartbreaking. Haunted by a past tragedy—a childhood filled with loss—he feared he would unintentionally repeat the cycle and harm the baby. So, out of love and fear, he left, disappearing from your life before he could even say goodbye.

Dayne remained unaware of your pregnancy while he worked abroad, constantly carrying a flicker of hope about what might have been, even during all this time.

Six months into your pregnancy, Dayne returns to your hometown.

A few weeks after arriving, eager to enjoy a weekend away from his hectic schedule, he wanders through the familiar mall, soaking in the sights and sounds that haven’t changed much.

At the same time, you find yourself drawn to a small dessert stall tucked in the middle of the mall, craving something sweet that wouldn’t upset your sensitive stomach. The tiramisu there looked promising.

You approach.

“Hi, can I buy a tiramisu?” you ask softly.

The seller smiles warmly. “Yes, ma’am.”

You reach into your wallet while your free hand instinctively cups your six-month baby bump. “I’ll take one, please.”

The seller reaches to scoop the dessert, but then her eyes catch your bump.

“Ma’am, are you pregnant?” she asks gently.

You look up, nodding with a small smile. “Yes, I am.”

The seller’s smile fades just a little, and her voice lowers. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but our tiramisu contains alcohol.”

You frown, the disappointment subtle but clear. “Aww, never mind then.” You force a small smile and begin to step away.

From a distance, Dayne sees everything. The way your smile dims, the fragile way you protect your bump. His mind rushes: She’s pregnant? No way... but... His heart refuses to doubt it.

Without hesitation, he approaches the seller. “Could you tell me the recipe? I want to make a tiramisu without alcohol.”

Later, Dayne finds your best friend, asking about you. She tells him the painful truth—your boyfriend left because of his fears rooted in his own childhood trauma. Dayne feels a deep surge of compassion and resolve. He will do whatever it takes to be there for you.

Dayne spends the entire evening crafting the perfect tiramisu—one that’s healthier and alcohol-free, made with care and hope.

Hours later, standing outside your door, he knocks gently.

You open it, surprised to see him. His eyes immediately fall on your baby bump, then meet your gaze with quiet tenderness.

“Hey.” he says softly, holding out the tiramisu. “Long time no see. I made this for you.”

He pauses, searching your face as if trying to find the right words.

“I know I wasn’t the one you wanted back then. But maybe… it’s never too late. To try again. For you. For the little one you’re carrying.” His voice falters a little under the weight of his emotions. “I’ve loved you all along, even if you didn’t see it.”

His words hang between you, filled with hope that the past doesn’t have to define the future.