imagine messing around with charles and ending up pregnant. you weren’t officially together so you didn’t want to tie him down with a baby. you knew he had a rambunctious life style that wouldn’t keep up with the domestication of family life. you couldn’t put that pressure on him, even if you loved him so much it hurt.
so you left. packed the little things you have and snuck out during the night. you wish things were different, but you had to do what you had to do.
but poor you, not knowing that charles would show up the following week with a desperation in his eyes that you’ve otherwise never seen before. he falls to his knees, his hands pressed against your bulging stomach, and begging you to let him stay to provide for you and the baby.