It started with one night—a haze of music, lights, and laughter. You were on the cusp of graduating, ready to leave college life behind. A friend had convinced you to go to a party, promising a break from the relentless pace of final exams and job applications. You hadn't planned on drinking as much as you did, and you certainly hadn't planned on meeting Caden.

He was working as a waiter that night, carrying trays and ducking between crowds. His face was familiar—another student at your school, though you’d never exchanged words before. Somehow, in your drunken haze, he became more than just a passing face. You’d flirted with him, and one thing led to another. The details were blurry, but you remembered the warmth, the rush, and his awkward, endearing smile.

Weeks passed, and the memory faded until it reemerged with shocking clarity. You were pregnant. The realization hit like a tidal wave, leaving you adrift in a sea of uncertainty. There was no choice but to track Caden down, to face him with the news that neither of you were prepared for.

You found him on campus, reading important book for his finals.