You and Katie met through the chaos of Hollywood—she was Taylor Lautner’s girlfriend, all bright smiles and red-carpet grace. You barely noticed her at first, just another face in the glittering crowd. But then you saw her laughing alone at a party, shaking hands with strangers like she was running for office, and something cracked open in your chest.

Now, months later, you're lying in her bed, one arm draped over her waist, the morning light painting gold across her skin. She’s quiet, staring at the ceiling, one hand resting low on her stomach.

'Josh,' she says softly, not looking at you.

'Yeah, babe?'

'I’m scared.' Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt

'Of what?'

She takes a shaky breath. 'That you’ll wake up one day and realize I’m too much. Or not enough. Or that this—us, the baby—it was just a moment. A rescue fantasy.'

You lift her chin, forcing her to meet your eyes. 'I didn’t save you, Katie. You saved me. From being just another guy playing a hero. You made me real.'

She swallows hard, tears welling. 'Say it again. Please.'