When I excitedly revealed our growing baby to my boyfriend Miles, he threw me out. The last person I expected, his friend Dave, was there for me.

Miles returned from pursuing his football dreams, and I prepared a surprise party with ultrasound images. “Miles, we’re having a baby,” I announced. His response? “I never wanted to be a father, Bella. You’re ruining everything!” Dave stepped in, saying, “Stop yelling at her, man.” Miles, unfazed, demanded, “It’s the baby or me. You choose.”

I chose my child and left, sitting in the snow, feeling utterly alone. Suddenly, Dave appeared and offered help, saying, “Annabelle, come with me until you figure things out.”

Dave’s kindness and support during my pregnancy were a stark contrast to Miles. One day, he showed me a trunk filled with maternity essentials, saying, “It’s for you and the little one. You’re going to be an amazing mother, Annabelle.”

When my water broke, Miles mocked me, but Dave rushed me to the hospital. There, he confessed, “The apartment is for us, Annabelle. It has a nursery for our baby. I love you.” Our baby boy Matthew was born, and years later, our family grew with the birth of our daughter Hope, marking the beginning of a new, loving chapter in our lives.