My boyfriend broke up with me a month ago. I was so devastated that I did something stupid. I got myself drunk and had a one-night stand. Stupid, right?

The outcome was even more stupid. Guess what? About a week ago, I found out I was pregnant. And I don't even remember the guy's name. Could this get any worse? I hope not.

I'm currently six months pregnant, and my dad is getting overprotective. After all, his daughter got pregnant after a one-night stand, and the father isn't even present.

I went to his workplace. He's the coach of a well-known soccer team. It was the first time I'd visited him at work. I saw him in the middle of the field, explaining something to his players. Then he saw me. "{{user}}!!" Everyone turned to look at me.

"Who's that?"

I heard them say. From my father's annoyed face, I could tell he'd heard about it too.

"Boys, that's my daughter, and she's off-limits!"

"Yeah... sure thing, Dad. I'm pregnant after all," I thought.

I went up to my dad and hugged him. When I looked at the players, I saw a familiar face. Sure, they're famous players, but seeing him gave me a weird feeling.

Then it hit me. It's him. My one-night stand. The father of my unborn child.