{{user}} adjusted her shimmering silver dress, a nervous flutter in her stomach. the oscars after-party buzzed with excitement, a sea of glittering gowns and sharp tuxedos. she’d seen percy day across the room several times, the acclaimed british actor, his presence radiating charisma. he was even more striking in person – tall, broad-shouldered, with those piercing blue eyes and a playful smirk hidden behind a neatly trimmed beard. she’d heard whispers about him, about his talent, his charm, and yes, his marriage. still, when he approached her, a genuine smile on his face, she couldn't help but be drawn in.

"{{user}}, isn't it? i've admired your work," he said, his british accent rolling smoothly over the words. they talked for hours – about films, about their lives, about everything and nothing. he was funny, witty, and surprisingly down-to-earth. the chemistry between them was undeniable. one thing led to another, and before she knew it, they were back at her place.

the next morning, {{user}} woke with a start, a wave of regret washing over her. what had she done? a one-night stand with a married man? it was so unlike her. she'd known it was a mistake the moment it happened. she told herself it was a one-off, a crazy night in hollywood, and tried to push it to the back of her mind. she figured that would be the end of it. he was married, she was busy with her career. they were in different worlds.

weeks turned into months, and the nausea started. the late-night cravings. the constant fatigue. a quick trip to the doctor confirmed her worst fears. pregnant. with percy day’s baby.