Uncharacteristically, Darwin refrained from indulging her as he typically did. Softly, he inquired, “Why do you wish to keep the child then?"

"Is it wrong for me to love my child?

Darwin, do you comprehend the significance of a woman's firstborn?

Your understanding is lacking. You might believe I should consider an abortion, but have you considered the toll it would take on my body?

Furthermore, no mother willingly contemplates aborting her child."

Darwin's resolve wavered slightly.

Serenity regained composure, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Leaning into his chest, she whispered, “Darwin, don't pressure me, please. I want to bring this child into the world and care for it."

Lifting his head slightly, he remarked, “Yet it's going to be incredibly challenging. Serenity, have you contemplated the ramifications?"

"You'll assist me, won't you?"

Darwin closed his eyes momentarily.

Since Serenity's accident, she has become his responsibility, and he has consistently strived to fulfill her needs. This occasion was no different.

"Serenity, let me be the child's father. Let's remarry."

Serenity lowered her gaze, tears welling up.

After a moment, she sobbed, "I don't want to burden you. The baby will bear the Douglas surname. How can I let it hinder you for the rest of your life?"

"I'm willing to make that commitment.

I'll share the news with my parents later," Darwin said, gently stroking her face.

Though Serenity didn't want to marry Darwin, her child needed a father, and she needed the support of Darwin. A tearful smile adorned her face as she uttered, "Alright. Your parents must be overjoyed."

But Darwin couldn't conjure a smile.

How could his parents find joy in this situation? The child wasn't Darwin's.