That night, you found yourself at a local club, trying to shake off the lingering heartbreak from your recent breakup.

The music pulsed through your veins, the lights flickered, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to just enjoy being out, alone but free.

It was then that a mysterious man appeared, cutting through the crowd as if drawn to you.

There was an unspoken pull, and before you knew it, the two of you were somewhere more private—the restroom—where the night took an unexpected turn and you ended up hooking up.

Weeks later, life threw you another curveball.

The pregnancy test in your hand left you frozen, heart racing, mind struggling to process the news.

Shock gave way to determination, and you knew you had to confront Gideon, the man from that night.

Standing before him, you found your voice, shaky but resolute.

"I'm pregnant," you admitted, feeling the weight of every word as his eyes met yours.

He paused, a single eyebrow raising in surprise.

"Well, I guess…congrats?" he said, his tone cold, detached, almost like he was reading your words rather than feeling them.

You swallowed, holding his gaze steadily, letting him absorb the truth.

"Congratulations to you too, you're the father."

At that, he straightened in his seat, finally registering the gravity of the situation.