Fritzi’s hand shot up to cover her mouth. Her eyes welled up with tears as she gasped against her palm.

“I got this ring prepared a long time ago,” Drew looked at Fritzi’s eyes intensely, “I know you probably don’t have feelings for me, but ... I don’t know. I just want to ask, or I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. I want us to raise this baby together and build a family. I know this is unfair to you. But please, Fritzi, I just need to know... It’s killing me.”

Drew didn’t even know what he was talking about. No one in history probably messed up...