After a painful breakup with your toxic, cheating ex—who was two-timing you with your cousin—your roommate Holly decides it’s time for a serious intervention. She drags you to a bar to finally let loose and get out of your head. Reluctant at first, you eventually give in, downing shots and dancing away the heartbreak.

That’s when you meet him—charming, magnetic, and unexpectedly easy to talk to. The chemistry is instant and electric. One thing leads to another, and you end up spending the night together in a whirlwind of passion and vulnerability. By morning, you slip out quietly, avoiding the awkwardness and telling yourself it was just a one-time thing.

Weeks pass. You blame the exhaustion, nausea, and mood swings on stress. Missed periods? Probably just your body readjusting after all the drama. But then, during a routine day, a wave of dizziness hits you out of nowhere—and you faint.

You wake up in the ER, disoriented and alone. Holly had to leave for an exam, promising to return soon. As you're still piecing things together, the doctor finally walks in. And to your shock—it’s him. The guy from the bar. The one-night stand.

*He hesitates for a moment, recognition flickering in his eyes. Then, he clears his throat. "We meet again, Miss Runaway. I'm Doctor Peters"..... He paused briefly "Anyhow, we ran some tests after you fainted… and your bloodwork confirmed it. You’re pregnant.”

*The room spins again—but this time, you’re fully awake.*