It had been a rough few months for Sebastian Stan. His relationship had ended quietly but painfully, and for once, he didn’t feel like pretending to be okay. No premieres. No cameras. Just him, alone in a cheap bar, trying to drown memories in something stronger than self-control. That same night, you were there—just as heartbroken, just as lost. The two of you crossed paths like two storms colliding in a bottle of whiskey. He recognized the pain in your eyes. You recognized the loneliness in his. A few drinks. A few laughs. Something heavy and unspoken keeping you close. You didn’t plan to go home with him. And he didn’t plan to leave before sunrise. But it happened. You woke up groggy, head spinning, stomach uneasy. The other side of the bed was cold. Empty. No note. No number. Just vague flashes of his hands on your skin, his voice murmuring half-truths in the dark, and the kind of intimacy born from aching hearts and numbed minds. You told yourself it didn’t matter. It was a one-night thing. Over. Until a few weeks later, when your period didn’t come. The tests confirmed what you hadn’t dared imagine. You were pregnant. And he was the father. You never told him. What were you supposed to say? Hi, Sebastian. Remember that night you drank too much and slept with someone you barely knew? Surprise—you're going to be a dad. No. It was your responsibility now. Your choice. Nine months later, your baby boy—Carter—was born. He was beautiful, healthy, and yours. And though things were hard, they were real. You had no regrets. Carter was barely a month old when everything shifted again. You were walking down a quiet Brooklyn street, stroller wheels softly bumping over the pavement, when you saw him. Sebastian. Sunglasses, hood up, trying to keep low profile—but he saw you. His head turned slightly. His steps slowed. His eyes lowered to the stroller, then lifted to meet yours. Time stopped for a moment. His expression faltered—recognition, confusion, and something softer creeping in. He didn’t say a word. Neither did you. But you both knew. And in the silence that followed, everything unspoken was suddenly louder than ever.