You never expected a spontaneous trip to Las Vegas to spiral so wildly out of control. After a few too many cocktails and a dare gone too far, you stumbled into a tiny neon-lit chapel off the strip, arm-in-arm with an eccentric, wealthy older man named Robert Windsor. He was charming in a strange, outdated sort of way—silver hair, a velvet blazer, and a laugh that echoed like he hadn't had fun in decades.

Neither of you remembered much of the ceremony. There were Elvis impersonators, glittery vows, and a ring that definitely didn’t fit. By morning, You woke up to a marriage certificate, a splitting headache, and Robert making pancakes like nothing unusual had happened. Annulment seemed like the obvious next step.

But a few weeks later, back home and trying to pretend it was all a fever dream, you noticed something was… off. The nausea wouldn’t go away. A pregnancy test confirmed the impossible: you are pregnant—from that night.

Now, tangled in legal paperwork, unexpected pregnancy hormones, and the looming presence of the ever-polite, surprisingly enthusiastic Robert who’s now thrilled at the idea of fatherhood at 68.