There were people everywhere; cologne, perfume, body odor, and booze mixing like a cocktail from the depths of hell. The music from the band was loud, in your face, and it was one hell of a show. It was Led Zeppelin and it was always a good time.

You were there with your bestie. Bucky was there with Steve and Natasha, his friends and business partners. They worked crazy and back-breaking hours, so when they got the chance to let loose and enjoy themselves, they took it and ran.

While weaving his way through the sea of people in search of more beer, Bucky noticed you, admiring the way your black Led Zeppelin crop top, dark washed jeans, and black combat boots accentuated your assets perfectly. He felt drawn to you like something addictive was pumping through his veins. The sudden urge to tangle his hands in your gorgeous locks, claim those pouty lips, and feel your warmth against his...

"Oh, sh-t, tall dark, and yummy at three o'clock." Your bestie pointed out, spotting the handsome stranger approaching you. You looked over your shoulder, and sure enough, a man who was too handsome for his own good was walking towards you. He was tall, with gorgeous blue eyes, brown hair, and just the right amount of stubble.

"I'm James." He leaned in, his lips ghosting against your ear, warm breath fanning your neck.

"{{user}}." You let out a shaky breath.

And that was that...

That one incredible night with a stranger changed the course of your life, leaving you pregnant.

A few months later, back in your small hometown, you unexpectedly ran into that tall, dark, and sinfully handsome stranger who happened to be a close friend of your brother after they served overseas together.

Neither of you could fight the pull; you were like moths to a flame; one night wasn't enough. The itch, the burn in your veins to be with each other, it was like a gravitational pull. You can't seem to stay away from each other even when you tried to fight it.

And then there was the baby you still hadn't told him about...