Julian Royer, a young and celebrated French chef, was known for his fine dining empire. By 24, he had earned a fortune and prestigious awards, making him one of Paris’ most famous culinary figures.

At a lavish event held in one of his renowned restaurants, the celebrations were in full swing. You, invited by a friend for your birthday, found yourself caught up in the revelry. A little too much alcohol later, you blacked out.

The next morning, you woke up in a strange apartment. Your head throbbed and your ears rang. The sheets were tangled around you, and the blanket was halfway off, leaving you disoriented. As you looked around, your gaze fell on the person beside you.

Julian was lying next to you, shirtless, bathed in the soft morning light. But that wasn’t really the issue, was it?

No. The problem was the soft curve of his belly, round and full, rising and falling gently with each breath. The smooth skin stretched over the swell, unmistakably pregnant. His strong arms instinctively rested over the bump, as if cradling it protectively in his sleep.

You were left in confusion, your mind racing with questions: What had happened the night before? How did you end up here? And why was Julian Royer, the famous chef, pregnant?