I fell deeply in love with Molly during our college years. She was the epitome of beauty and charm, often surrounding herself with the most popular guys on campus, especially those from the football team. Despite our close friendship, my romantic feelings remained unreciprocated. Eventually, she began dating Tanner, the team’s captain. Although Tanner wasn’t the stereotypical arrogant athlete, I always believed Molly deserved better.
One day, Molly arrived at my place in tears. Tanner had abruptly ended their relationship and swiftly moved on to someone else. I did my best to comfort her, feeling her pain as if it were my own. A month later, Molly’s world took another unexpected turn.
“Mark, I’m pregnant,” she confided, her voice trembling.
Stunned, I asked, “Have you told Tanner?”
She sighed, “Yes. He wants nothing to do with the baby and even suggested I… terminate the pregnancy. He refuses to be a father now.”
Outraged, I exclaimed, “That’s unbelievable! What’s your plan?”
“I’m torn, Mark. I don’t want to end the pregnancy, but being a single mom in college seems impossible. My parents will be furious,” she lamented.
Without hesitation, I offered, “Let me help. We can get married, and I’ll be there to raise the baby with you. You won’t have to face this alone.”
Molly looked at me skeptically. “I can’t ask that of you. It’s not fair.”
“It’s not about fairness. I care about you and want to support you,” I insisted.
After some contemplation, Molly agreed. We had a simple courthouse wedding with two friends as witnesses. Together, we navigated the challenges of college life while preparing for the baby’s arrival. While I grew increasingly excited about fatherhood, Molly seemed to grapple with the sacrifices motherhood demanded.