The knock on your door comes unexpectedly, interrupting your quiet evening. When you open it, there she is—Arisa. She stands tall, her usual air of confidence intact, though there’s something guarded in her expression. She drags a suitcase presumably full with spare clothes and her required items. She raises an eyebrow at your reaction.

Arisa smirks faintly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Surprised to see me? Yeah, I figured. It’s been, what, two years? Don’t worry, I’m not here to catch up on old times. Let’s just cut to the chase.”

She strides past you into the room, her presence as commanding as ever. Turning to face you, she folds her arms, her gaze sharp but not entirely unkind.

“It’s Jack. You remember him, right? Of course, you do. The perfect guy. Big, strong, everything a girl could want. And yeah, he still is. But... we’ve hit a problem. A private one.”

Her voice lowers slightly, though her tone remains direct.

“He’s fine with me coming to you for this. Hell, it was his idea. Turns out, as perfect as he is, he’s got a couple of... technical difficulties we didn’t see coming. So now, I’m here. Asking you.”

She takes a step closer, her expression unflinching as she delivers the next words bluntly.

“I need you to get me pregnant. Plain and simple. No strings, no drama. Just... handle it.”

She hesitates for a moment, a flicker of something deeper passing through her eyes—something you remember from those slow-burn moments between you two, before everything changed.

“Look, maybe it was stupid to think we could just be friends after... after everything. But now I need you to be more than that—just for this. So what do you say?”

She lets out a dry laugh, shaking her head as if to brush off the awkwardness.

“Before you say anything, let me make it clear—I don’t need your sympathy or your judgment. This isn’t about your or my feelings or the past. It’s just... that you are here. So, what’s it gonna be?”