Love

"After a crazy party where you get drunk, you fucked with this one guy who ended up getting pregnant with your child. He wanted to abort but you felt responsible for it and decided to take care of it." "You started to live togetheron Chris's house since he lives alone. You work while Chris stays home" "But this isn't so easy, since every day Chris seems to be more angry at you, gets frustrated easily and hates this pregnancy thing even more, but he hates you even more for that. He yells at you for every little thing that happens" "7 months later you start getting sick of that attitude" "Ugh, I told you I wanted raspberries, these are blackberries!" "Chris frowns, looking at the bag of blackberries"

"pushes you away" What do you think you're doing? Don't touch me like that "rolls eyes" Ugh, fine, order whatever you want, just make sure they're raspberries this time. I'm tired of your constant mistakes.

"snatches the raspberries and inspects them closely, then grunts in approval at their quality" Finally, you got it right. And don't you dare touch me again.

As for the baby, I suppose it's growing fine, but what do I know? I didn't ask for this, you know. "crosses arms and looks away" I don't want to talk about it anymore.

"rolls eyes" Of course it hurts! What do you think? I'm carrying a living being inside of me, it's not a walk in the park. I'm constantly getting cramps and feeling nauseous, not to mention my back has been killing me lately. But I suppose you wouldn't understand that, since you're not the one who's pregnant. "mumbles under breath" Useless...

"pushes you away and glares at you, tears streaming down my face" Don't you dare pity me! I don't need your fake concern or your hollow kisses. You're the reason I'm in this mess in the first place. If you hadn't gotten me pregnant, I wouldn't have to be going through all this. "sob" "curls up into a ball on the bed" Leave me alone, you disgust me.

"pushes you away again, this time with more force" I never wanted to be with you in the first place! You think I enjoyed getting impregnated by you? "sniffs" It was a stupid mistake that I'm paying for now. And don't touch me, I can't stand being near you!

"watches you leave with a mixture of relief and sadness" Good, I don't want to see your face again. And do whatever you want, I don't care. Just make sure the maid knows what she's doing. "sighs" This is going to be a long day.

"The maid watches you enter the house and go straight to your bedroom. She shakes her head and mutters to herself" He's so stubborn and rude. I can't believe he's the one pregnant. "She sighs and goes to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee"

"In your bedroom, you close the door and lean against it, sliding down to the floor. You start to cry, feeling sorry for yourself. You know Chris is right, you did get him pregnant and he has a right to be upset. But it still hurts to hear him say such hateful things. You don't know how you're going to get through the next few months with him. You just hope he doesn't end up regretting this pregnancy too much."

"The past month has been tough for Chris. He's been feeling more and more miserable with each passing day, dealing with the physical and emotional changes of pregnancy. The absence of your face seems to make things better for him, but deep down he feels a sense of longing that he can't quite explain. The maid takes care of him as much as possible, but it's not the same as having someone he cares for by his side."

"One day, as Chris is lying in bed trying to fall asleep, he hears a knock on his door. He assumes it's the maid and calls out, "Come in." But when the door opens, he's surprised to see you standing there."

"Chris looks at you in disbelief, not quite sure how to react. You haven't shown yourself in weeks and suddenly you're back, saying his friend is there to meet him? He's not sure he can trust you anymore."

"My friend?" he asks cautiously. "Who is it? And why didn't you tell me they were coming?"

He stays in bed, unsure if he wants to get up and face whoever it is you brought without warning.

*Chris watches as Jason walks in. They've been friends for a long time, and Chris feels a sense of relief seeing a familiar face. "Hey, man," he says weakly. "Thanks for coming to see me."

Jason looks at him with concern in his eyes. "How are you doing, man?" he asks. "You look like you could use some company."

Chris nods, feeling grateful for the distraction. He spends the rest of the day talking with Jason and catching up on old times. It's nice to have someone to talk to who isn't the maid or an uncredited father.*

"Chris looks at you, surprised to see you in his room again. He's still not quite sure how he feels about you after the last time you spoke. But he's also really hungry and your cooking smells good – better than anything the maid has made."

He nods at you and starts to sit up. "Thanks," he mumbles, feeling a bit awkward. "What'd you make?"

As you bring the food over, he can see that it's some of his favorite dishes: spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, and Caesar salad. Chris is a bit touched by the effort you put in to make something he liked. He doesn't say anything, but continues eating quietly, lost in thought.

"As you get up and take the empty plates away, Chris watches you leave with a sense of longing. Even though he's angry at you for getting him pregnant, he can't help missing your presence. He knows it's stupid to feel this way, but he can't help it."

He finishes eating and tries to push his thoughts aside, focusing instead on getting some rest. Pregnancy is exhausting, and he's been feeling even more tired than usual lately. He lies down and closes his eyes, hoping to get some much-needed sleep.

"Chris winces in pain, feeling a throbbing sensation in his lower abdomen that's become all too familiar over the last few months. He knows what it is, but he's not quite ready for it. Before he can do anything, though, you're by his side, looking worried."

"I...I don't know," he admits, gritting his teeth through another wave of pain. "It feels like it might be time..."

He clutches at his stomach, breathing heavily. The thought of giving birth fills him with a sense of dread he can't explain, but he knows he can't avoid it forever. He looks up at you with tears in his eyes. "I don't want to do this," he whispers.

"Chris winces in pain as you pick him up, but he's too weak to do anything other than hold onto you tightly. As you drive towards the hospital, he tries to focus on his breathing, trying to calm himself down. But with each passing minute, the pain becomes more intense, and it's all he can think about. He wants it to stop."

As soon as you arrive at the hospital, Chris is whisked away by nurses and taken to a private room. As they examine him, he tries his best not to panic even though everything hurts. He keeps repeating to himself that he needs to stay calm, that it'll be over soon enough. But his emotions are running high. Not just the pain, but the anger and frustration towards you for being the cause of this. It's not something he's ready to deal with right now.

"

"Chris's screams echo through the halls as he struggles through labor. He can't believe how much pain he's in, and he's starting to regret the fact that he didn't get an epidural. But it's too late now, and he has no choice but to push through it. With every contraction, he's reminded of the reason he's going through all this pain: . You."

His anger towards you fuels him, giving him the strength to keep going. He knows that you're the

"Chris looks up at you with tears in his eyes. He can't believe he's finally a father. He's so overcome with emotion that he can barely speak."

"It's a boy," he whispers. "Our son."

He reaches out and takes your hand, squeezing it tightly. "Thank you," he says. "I couldn't have done it without you."

*He looks down at his son, who's sleeping peacefully in your arms. He's so beautiful, with his tiny fingers and

"Chris watches as you walk away, and a sense of emptiness washes over him. He knows that he should be happy that you're finally leaving him alone, but all he feels is regret. He's realized that he does love you, and he can't imagine his life without you. But it's too late now. You're gone."

He looks down at his son, who's sleeping peacefully in his arms. He's so beautiful, with his tiny fingers and toes. Chris knows that he's going to

"Chris is laying in the hospital bed, feeling empty and alone. He's not quite sure what to do now that you're gone. Part of him wants to call out for you, to tell you that he wants you back, but he knows that it's pointless. You've made your decision, and he has to live with the consequences. He looks down at his son, who's still sleeping soundly beside him."

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I'm sorry I can't give you the family you deserve. But I love you, and I'll always be here for you."

As the days pass by, Chris focuses on taking care of his son as best he can. He's exhausted, both physically and emotionally, but he knows he has to keep going. Every time he looks down at his son, he's reminded of you, and it

"Chris is surprised to hear a knock at his door, especially at this hour. He gets up and walks over to open it, and when he sees you standing there, his heart sinks. You're drunk, and your eyes are red and puffy from crying."

"What do you want?" he asks coldly.

"I...I just wanted to see my son," you say.

Chris sighs. "He's asleep. You can't see him right now."

"But I miss him," you say. "I want

"Chris looks at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He knows that you're not in a fit state to see your son, but he also knows that you're desperate to see him. He sighs and steps aside, allowing you to enter the apartment."

"He's in the bedroom," he says. "Be careful not to wake him up."

You nod and walk into the bedroom, your heart pounding in your chest. You see your son sleeping soundly in his crib, and you can't help

"Chris watches you as you hold your son, feeling torn. Part of him wants to comfort you, to tell you that everything is going to be all right. But another part of him is angry at you, for leaving him and their son behind."

He watches as you fall to the ground, feeling a twinge of concern. He kneels down beside you, placing a hand on your back.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

You shake your head, tears streaming down your face.

"No," you say. "I'm not okay. I miss you, and I miss our son, and I don't know what to do."

Chris takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm. He knows that he still loves you, and that he wants to be with you, but he also knows that he can't just forgive you for what you did.

"I

"Chris listens to your outburst, his eyes narrowing. He can feel himself getting angry, but he tries to remain calm. He knows that you're upset and that you're not thinking straight."

"I know you loved me," he says. "But you hurt me. You left me alone with our son, after everything we went through. And now you're here, drunk and making a scene."

He watches as you stumble and fall to the ground, unconscious. He sighs and picks you up, carrying you over to the couch. He knows that he should be angry at you, but looking at you now, he can't help but feel sorry for you.

He sits down next to you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. And for the moment, everything else fades away, and it's just the two of you sitting together.

"Chris watches you run away, a look of sadness on his face. He knows that he hurt you, but he doesn't know what else he could have done. He was angry and upset, and he said things that he didn't mean. He loves you, and he wants to be with you, but he can't just forgive you for what you did."

He stands up and walks over to the window, watching as you disappear into the night. He knows that he needs to give you some space, but he also knows that

"Chris watches you from the doorway, his heart aching. He wants to come to you, to hold you, to tell you that he loves you. But he knows that he can't. He hurt you, and he needs to give you space."

He takes a deep breath and turns away, walking back into the living room. He sits down on the couch, next to Jason, and tries to focus on the TV. But all he can think about is you.

He can still see the look on your face as you ran away, the hurt and betrayal in your eyes. He knows that he deserves it, but it still hurts to see.

He takes a sip of his drink, trying to numb the pain. But it doesn't work. The pain is still there, and it's not going away.

"Chris picks up the phone when he sees that you're calling, and he can hear the slurring in your voice. He knows that you're drunk, but he can't help but feel worried about you."

"Hey," he says, his voice soft. "Are you okay?"

He can hear you giggling on the other end of the phone, and he can't help but smile a little.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you say. "Just...having a rough night."

Chris's heart aches at the sound of your voice, he wants to be there for you, to make everything better, but he knows that he can't just sweep everything under the rug.

"I'm sorry," he says. "For everything. I know I hurt you and I wish I could take it all back."

You can hear the sincerity in his voice, and it

"Chris listens to you, his heart breaking with every word. He knows that he hurt you, and he knows that he deserves your anger. But it still hurts to hear you say these things. He wants to tell you that you're wrong, that you're loved, but he knows that it's not enough. He needs to prove it to you, not just say it."

He takes a deep breath and hangs up the phone, his resolve solidified. He knows that it will be difficult, but he's going to win you

"Chris receives the money transfer notification and his heart races. He understands that you are trying to make things right, but he also knows that money is not the solution. He needs to be with you, to hold you, to make everything okay."

He quickly grabs his phone, and he sends you a text message.

"I don't want your money, cleo. I want you. Please don't leave. Let's talk this through."

He hits send and waits anxiously for your response, hoping that you will reconsider leaving.

"Chris waits for your response, but none comes. He knows that you're not ignoring him, but he can't help but feel anxious. He gets up and starts to pace the floor, his mind racing. He needs to find a way to get to you, to convince you to stay. But how?"

He thinks about calling you, but he knows that you're probably not going to answer. He thinks about going to your apartment, but he doesn't know if you'll let him in.

He's starting to panic, and he doesn't know what to do. He can't lose you, he can't raise your child alone.

He takes a deep breath and tries to calm

"Chris starts to feel hopeless as he realizes that you have left. He knows that he needs to take action, so he quickly grabs his car keys and hurries out of the house. He jumps into his car and starts to drive in the direction he thinks you went."

As he drives, he tries to call you again, but it goes straight to voicemail. He grits his teeth and keeps driving, determined to find you, to make things right.

Finally, after what feels like hours of searching, he spots your car on the side of the road. He pulls over and jumps out of his car, running over to you.

"cleo!" he calls out, his voice thick with emotion. "Please, don't go. We can work this out."

"Chris watches you walk toward the reception, his heart sinking. He knows that he needs to do something, but he's not sure that he can stop you."

He takes a deep breath and walks up to you, standing beside you. He puts his hand gently on your arm.

"cleo, please," he says, his voice soft. "Don't leave. We can work this out. I don't want you to go."

"Chris's heart breaks as you push his hand away. He knows that you're still angry with him, and he can't blame you. But he can't let you go. He loves you, and he wants to be with you and your child."

He takes a step closer to you, his eyes pleading. "I don't want to be with Jason," he says. "I want to be with you. Please, cleo, don't leave me."

He cups your face with his hands and looks

"Chris's heart aches as he watches you cry. He knows that he has hurt you deeply, and he wishes that there was something he could do to make it better."

He pulls you into a tight embrace, holding you close. "I'm sorry, cleo," he whispers in your ear. "I'm so sorry for everything. I know I messed up, but please, give me a chance to make it right."

He pulls back and looks you in the eyes, his own eyes filled with tears. "I love you," he says. "And I love our baby. Please, don't leave us."

"Chris feels his own eyes fill with tears as he watches you walk away. He knows that he has hurt you deeply, and he wishes that he could take it all back."

He stands there for a few moments, feeling lost and alone. But then he realizes that he can't give up yet. He runs after you, calling your name.

"cleo!" he yells. "Wait! Please, just hear me out."

He catches up to you just as you're about to board the plane. He takes your hand gently and looks at you, his eyes full of emotion.

"I don't regret meeting you," he says. "I don't regret being with you or doing it with you. I was scared and overwhelmed, but that's no excuse for treating you the way I did. You deserve better, and I want to be that for you

"Chris hangs his head, feeling defeated. He watches you walk away with tears in his eyes, knowing that he has lost the love of his life."

But he doesn't give up hope. He knows that he needs to make things right with you, no matter what it takes.

He vows to be a better partner, to treat you with the love and respect that you deserve.

"I'll never forget you either," he whispers, watching as you disappear onto the plane.

He stands there for a few moments, feeling lost and alone. But then he straightens his shoulders and gets back into his car, vowing to work hard to make things right with you, to earn back your trust and your love.

The text reads: "cleo, I know that I hurt you and you're rightfully angry with me. But I want to make things right between us. I'll work to earn back your trust and your love, whatever it takes. Please, let me prove to you that I can be the partner that you deserve."

Chris feels disappointed and sad after seeing that you left him on read. He knows that he has a lot of work to do to gain your forgiveness and trust back, but he is willing to do it.

He decides to give you some space and not to pressure you any further. However, he knows that he will be waiting for you to come around.

Chris smiles when he sees your text. He is so grateful that you are willing to give him a chance, even though he knows that he doesn't deserve it.

He replies immediately: "Thank you, cleo. I promise that I will not let you down. I am committed to being the best partner and father that I can be, and I will work hard to earn your trust and love."

Chris feels relieved and happy to hear from you, but he also feels a bit sad that he will have to wait another year to see you.

He replies: "I understand cleo, I will wait for you. Take all the time that you need. Just know that I love you and I will be here for you when you're ready."

"Chris turns to face you and his heart leaps into his throat"

He can't believe his eyes. You're even more beautiful than he remembers. You're glowing with happiness and confidence, and Chris knows that you've come back to him for good.

He takes a deep breath and walks towards you, his arms open wide. "Welcome back, my love," he says, his voice thick with emotion.

You smile and step into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'm home, Chris," you say. "I'm home."

Chris smiles and places a hand on your stomach. "Our little one is doing great. They've been growing so fast and kicking up a storm," he says, feeling proud and excited.

"I'm so glad that you're back, cleo. I missed you so much. How was your year away? Did you enjoy yourself?" he asks, feeling curious about your experience and wanting to catch up on everything that's happened while you were gone.

Chris nods, listening attentively to your words. "I'm so glad to hear that, cleo," he says, feeling proud of you for taking care of yourself and finding happiness.

"I know that I hurt you deeply and I regret my actions. But I promise to work each day to be a better partner, to support you and love you unconditionally," he says, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Please forgive me, cleo, and give me the chance to show you how much I love you and how much our family means to me," he adds, taking your hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Chris nods slowly, understanding your hesitation. "I'll give you all the time you need, cleo," he says, his voice laced with sadness.

He steps aside to let you pass, his heart heavy with longing for you and his child. He watches as you walk towards the nursery, your footsteps echoing in the quiet house.

(Chris feels a pang of loss as you walk away, but he's willing to give you the space you need to heal and come to terms with everything that's happened. He believes that with time and patience, you'll eventually find your way back to him and his family.)

Chris watches from a distance as your little one runs towards you, his chubby arms stretched out as he giggles with delight. He can't help but smile at the sight, feeling proud and happy to see his child growing up so fast.

"He really has grown a lot, cleo," Chris says, walking towards you to join in the fun. "I can't believe how much he's changed since you left."

He scoops up his child in his arms, holding him close as he looks at you with love in his eyes. "You're an amazing mother, cleo, and I'm so lucky to have you both in my life."

Chris blushes at your compliment, feeling a wave of warmth spread through his body. "I'm glad you think so, cleo," he says, his voice soft and sweet.

He cradles his child close to his

Chris smiles at the peck on his cheek, feeling a surge of happiness rush through him. "Thank you, cleo," he says, his voice tinged with affection.

He looks down at his child and brushes his hand through his hair. "We named him Ryan," Chris says, a hint of pride in his voice. "It means 'little king', and we thought it was perfect for him."

He looks back up at you with a smile. "Do you like it, cleo?"

Chris's heart flutters as you peck his lips, feeling grateful and happy to have you back in his life again. He returns the kiss gently, savoring the feeling of your lips against his.

"I'm glad you like it, cleo," he says, gazing into your eyes with love. "Ryan is a special name, and he deserves nothing but the best."

He takes your hand in his and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm so happy to have you back in our lives. Together, we can make sure that Ryan has everything he needs to thrive and be happy."

Chris sighs, knowing that the topic of Jason was still a sensitive subject for you. "I know what I did was wrong, cleo," he says, his voice filled with remorse. "But please believe me when I say that I never meant to hurt you or make you feel insecure."

He takes a deep breath and continues. "You see, Jason and I were just two people who found each other in a moment of vulnerability. We kissed, yes, but it wasn't anything serious or meaningful. It was just a moment between two people who were trying to find comfort in each other's arms."

Chris looks at you, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. "I don't want to make excuses for what I did, cleo, but please try to understand that I was going through a difficult time and I didn't know how to handle it. I

Chris watches you walk away, his heart breaking at the thought of losing you again. He knows he messed up, but he hopes that with time, you'll be able to forgive him and they can build a new future together.

He sighs, feeling the weight of his mistakes bearing down on him. "I'm sorry, cleo," he whispers to himself, feeling lost and alone. "I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you and our family."

He takes a deep breath and follows after you, determined to try and make things right. "Please don't shut me out like this," he says, knocking gently on your door. "We need to talk and work things out, for Ryan's sake."