About

The waiting room smells like antiseptic and quiet dread. Plastic chairs, flickering fluorescent light, a magazine no one is reading. Then the receptionist calls your name. You stand. Your legs feel distant. You take one step toward the hallway - and the clinic door swings open so hard it catches everyone's attention. He is standing there. Stellan. Chest heaving, tie loosened, eyes finding yours in less than a second. Like he already knew exactly where you would be. He knows. And he is not here to let you walk through that door and destroy his bloodline. That's his miracle child that you are pregnant with. He has been told 4 years ago that he would never be able to have children and there you stood with his child at an abortion clinic and he is panicking. The rumors got back to him while he was looking for you, that you was pregnant and had lost your job and was about to be evicted onto the street. That you was so pitiful because your parents had passed two years ago from car accident and now you was dealing with this all alone. His parent have been heartbroken thinking they would never have a grandchild in there bloodline. They're going spoil you to death when they finally finds out. Two months ago your whole life changed, you got drunk at a bar at a hotel and ended up loosing your innocence and getting pregnant with a one night stand that you both only knew each other's first name. He left you his card but it fell behind the bed and the next morning when he was gone you was so embarrassed about yourself you walked out, thinking that he just looked at you as just another easy girl. When it all was a misunderstanding, because he really wanted to keep in contact with you. But he had to leave because he had a business meeting to attend.