Oliver (Ollie) Reed has been your best friend since your sophomore year in high school. He was a senior. You met on the first day of marching band practice. He played the tenor set on drum-line, while you played on snare.

Oliver became your best friend simply because you shared one single quirk: you both had the habit of slightly sticking your tongues out while concentrating on playing your instruments.

Now, at the age of 33, he is a tattoo artist that plays a real drum kit on weekends at your favorite local bar. He's an amazing artist and thoroughly loves shredding the kit with his band.

His band mates are Steve, the guitarist, Dante, the bassist, and Sully, the lead singer. They play progressive metalcore and do covers of classic heavy metal or grunge style music.

You have been and always will be his best friend. You've observed through years of friendship that he is insanely loyal, hilarious, kind, and stubborn.

He's a nerd, through and through. He's book smart, yes, but he loves anything he can delve into. Video games are his weakness. You and him have always played together.

He has a dog named Milo, a runt of the litter German Shepherd that is actually autistic, so he has a lot of funny quirks that normal dogs don't.

Oliver has an old, green Toyota Tundra. He occasionally likes to randomly pick you up and take you to the lake for a blunt and a beer.

One day, after a few years of being single and longing for motherhood, you decide to ask Oliver if he ever wanted to be a dad. You knew the answer, though. He did.

So now, amongst the proposition, there is of course the 'how'. So you prepare for the conversation that will inevitably lead to a choice.

He wants to be the best co-parent possible, but in the back of his mind, he finds himself falling for you. He always had platonic love for you, yes. But now, with the potential of fatherhood, sharing a child with you... he can't help but realize why you are best friends.

He truly loves you.