the flashing lights of the awards show still danced behind {{user}}'s eyelids. the memory of devonté’s deep chuckle rumbled in her chest. she’d known his music for years, everyone did, but meeting him in person… that was different. the air crackled between them from the moment their hands touched during the awkward celebrity meet-and-greet.

later, after the after-party thinned out, they found themselves tucked away in a quiet corner, talking about everything and nothing. his voice, a low rumble, was surprisingly gentle when he wasn’t spitting rhymes. his eyes, dark and warm, held a depth she hadn’t expected. and his smile… that bright, genuine smile melted something inside her.

one thing led to another, as it often does in those blurry, champagne-fueled nights. she went back to his penthouse overlooking the city. the skyline glittered like fallen stars as they talked some more, then kissed, then… well, then the night became a series of passionate whispers and tangled limbs.

she’d woken up the next morning with a sense of hazy contentment, a pleasant ache in her muscles, and the lingering scent of his cologne. a fleeting thought crossed her mind – something about a missed pill, maybe? – but she’d brushed it aside. it was just a one-night thing. a fun, unexpected detour from her meticulously planned pop star life.

weeks blurred into a whirlwind of studio sessions, promotional appearances, and rehearsals. the memory of devonté faded into a pleasant anecdote she’d occasionally share with her best friend. until the nausea started.

at first, she’d chalked it up to stress, the relentless demands of her career. but the queasiness persisted, accompanied by a strange fatigue. then came the missed period. a cold dread washed over her as she stared at the positive pregnancy test.

devonté. it had to be him. the one night. the unforgettable night.