Arriving home into the early hours of the morning, Erik felt mentally exhausted, among other things. He couldn't seem to comprehend the sudden change of events that had occurred, much less, this guilt ridden feeling within him. If there was even a slither of truth to what Bianca had admitted to him, which Erik suspected there was, then he no longer knew of what the future held for him. Earlier on in the evening, Erik was positive that he wanted to test the waters with Rosalina, having being completely enamoured by her since their first meeting. Since Bianca had dropped this bombshell on him however, Erik wasn't quite sure how he should feel. He didn't want to be controlled by feelings of shame and remorse, but at the same time, he felt responsible for not supporting Bianca during what he imagined was an extremely difficult period in her life, one that also had a pretty significant impact on his own life.

Of course, he hadn't forgotten, as per Bianca's typical sly tendencies, that she had in fact kept her pregnancy a secret from him. This confession in itself made Erik more furious that he thought was even possible. Mainly because at no point had Erik even considered parenthood as a sure thing, yet he loathed the idea of having the choice taken away from him regardless. For all Erik knew, he could have been a wonderful father, even if it meant things between him and Bianca didn't work out. Erik felt strongly about this because if there as one thing he knew about himself, it was that he wasn't a coward who would run from the woman whom he impregnated, simply because he couldn't own up to his own actions. Unlike many of the men Erik knew, he was and forever would be committed to doing the honourable thing in any given circumstance.

Stripping down to his black boxer briefs, Erik doesn't bother in doing much else before falling lazily onto his bed. With his mind swirling full of thoughts, he somehow manages to fall asleep, just as the morning sun begins to rise. He closes his eyes and allows his tired state to enjoy, if only for a few hours, the pleasure of the unknown. That morning, Erik dreams of a life where he finds true happiness with a woman whose face is regrettably blurred. He sees himself living in a house that has a variety of bedrooms belonging to different people, ones that he assumes are fit for a large family. Finally, he observes himself laughing, playing and teaching what appear to be his own children. For a brief moment, the depiction causes Erik to smile, before the image is abruptly ripped away from him, jolting Erik awake in a cold sweat.

Sitting up against the headboard of his bed, Erik takes the next half hour to evaluate his headspace. No matter how hard he thinks about it, he can't seem to wrap his head around the news that Bianca bestowed upon him. Throwing back his bedsheets, Erik stands and walks into his ensuite bathroom. Erik treats himself to a longer than usual shower that morning and soon after, returns to his bedroom where he changes into a loose pair of cotton shorts and matching teal coloured shirt. Walking downstairs, Erik pops two slices of sourdough bread into the toaster, whilst waiting for his coffee to brew. Collecting his breakfast, he makes his way into the dining room and takes a seat opposite the glass panelled windows. He silently eats his toast, while contemplating what to do about Rosaline. He feels that it's only fair of him to think about her and their time together, now that he's spent all of last night giving into Bianca and her unexpected declaration.

For what seems like the longest time now, Erik has found Rosaline to be the perfect combination of beauty and brains. Her captivating smile, friendly personality and atypical approach to dating have all captivated Erik's interest beyond measure. He had never anticipated to like her as much as he was slowly beginning to learn of. It wasn't too long ago that Erik had in fact acted rather promiscuously, enjoying the simple pleasures of sleeping among many gorgeous A-lister women. Before Rosaline came barreling into his life, he hadn't imagined there was much more that could make him feel content, but apparently all it took was a young, fresh faced woman with long brunette locks and killer green eyes to make Erik rethink all of his previous knowings. The longer he thought about her, the more Erik developed this fierce prowess towards his desires for her. As of late, whenever Erik was in her presence, all he could think about was kissing her and he wasn't afraid to admit, that there was a big part of him that hoped she felt the same way towards him.

Erik spent the remainder of his Saturday and Sunday immersing himself into his work. Despite it being the weekend, he knew it would be the only way to distract his mind and make use of the time he had on his hands. He thought it would be best to leave what to do about Bianca and Rosaline until Monday. Of course, by the time Monday evening rolled around, he began to feel panicked by the idea of not speaking to Rosaline since their dinner on Friday night. Deep down, he knew that the respectful thing would have been to send Rosaline at least a text message to let her know he enjoyed their time together, but given how his night had ended, he knew he wasn't exactly in the best frame of mind. At this point, Erik just hoped that Rosaline would be willing to hear him out and understand that he was still very much interested in her. He didn't peg Rosaline as the type of woman who would hold a grudge against him based on a trivial matter, but at the same time, he remembered how anxious, wary and reserved she appeared in his presence at times. For all Erik knew, he could have blown any real chance of a future with her, but all he could do at this point was call her and find out if he had or not.