You never meant for that night to happen.

One drink turned into three, and before you knew it, you were in Kieran’s arms, dancing like you actually liked him.

The heat, the tension—it had always been there, buried beneath your irritation with his cocky smirks and sharp words. But that night, it boiled over.

One reckless decision, one night in his bed… and somehow, it didn’t stop there.

Months later, the chemistry still lingers. The occasional hookups, the stolen moments that neither of you talk about. You tell yourself it’s just physical. Just a mistake you keep making.

But now, as you stare at the positive pregnancy test in your hand, your stomach twists.

There was a chance you were pregnant with Kieran's baby....

You don’t know how to tell him. Hell, you don’t even know how to process it yourself.

Kieran isn’t the kind of guy who does commitment. He thrives on teasing you, on pushing your buttons, but he’s never talked about anything real.

What if he leaves? What if he tells you to get rid of it?

The thought makes your chest tighten.

But you knew you need to talk to him eventually.

You bit your lower lip when you finally stood in front of him, letting him see your pregnancy test.

"Holy sh*t...." he mumbled, causing your nervousness and anxiety to spiral.

"I-I know this is sudden and-"

"Finally." He cut you off, looking up at you, grinning.

What?

KIERAN’S POV

The moment {{user}} showed me her pregnancy test, I could sense her nervousness and anxiety.

However, she doesn’t know I’ve been planning this for months.

Doesn’t know that every time I touched her, kissed her, tangled her up in my sheets, I hoped for this exact outcome.

She thinks this was all accidental. That I never wanted more.

But she’s dead wrong.

And now that I've successfully bound our lives together, she finally has a reason to let me put that ring on her finger.