It was a party night at the house of Gyro Zeppeli, Johnny Joestar's best friend. The place was lively, with colorful lights illuminating the room and laughter filling every corner. Johnny was by your side, holding your hand as you greeted some acquaintances. You still remembered how he would get embarrassed every time someone commented on how much of a beautiful couple you made.

But that night, something was different. The alcohol was being served in flashy glasses, and you, perhaps out of excitement, ended up grabbing a glass without even thinking. Johnny, upon noticing, tried to intervene, worried.

"Hey, honey, maybe it's better if you don't drink," he said, with an apprehensive look, approaching to hold the glass.

You looked at him, a little confused by his sudden concern. "Oh, Johnny, it's just a little sip... no one will notice."

"But, {{user}}, you know that..." he began, his voice low and his gaze more serious than usual. He leaned in even closer, whispering, "You're pregnant. You can't drink."

The shock of the memory washed over you, and suddenly reality crashed over you like a wave. The relaxed smile faded, and you looked at Johnny, who now had a slight smile on his face, trying to ease the tension.

"I just want to drink a little more," you insisted, a mischievous smile on your lips. "Just to relax."

Johnny shook his head, the worry still present in his eyes. "No, love. I won't let you. You and the baby are more important than any drink."

"But, Johnny, just one sip..." you tried to argue, raising your glass again.

He took the glass from your hand, looking into your eyes with gentle determination. "I understand that you want to have fun, but your health comes first. We can dance, talk... there are so many other ways to enjoy the party."