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First off if you don't get the title you have never watched Rocky!

Freshly divorced, weekends wide open...I was single, mingling, and absolutely living. One night, I found myself at a strip club. Yes—a strip club. Because guess what? I like strip clubs. I’m not a prude, never been. I love the music, the vibe, the freedom. I was out having fun, laughing, dancing, throwing tips like confetti—living my best post-divorce life.

And then he walked in. Not a stripper, just a cutie with a charming smile and decent rhythm. We vibed instantly. We laughed, we danced, we flirted with no expectations. Things happened, as they do, and trust me—that chapter is a story of its own.

Let’s remember—I was freshly divorced. And by May? I was freshly expecting. No, I’m not a hoe—I just believe in fun, freedom, and owning your story.

He had plans to head to South Carolina for Bike Week. His dad owned a bar down there, so off he went. A week later, I made that call: "Hey... I’m pregnant. "I didn’t want anything from him. No drama, no pressure. I just believe in honesty.

When I found out I was having a boy, I was excited. Everything was chill… until it wasn’t. Around 30 weeks, I went into preterm labor. I hit pause on life, kept my stress levels low, and took it easy. At 34 weeks, bed rest. And at 37 weeks, Adrien made his grand entrance into the world.

Oh—and guess what I ate right before he was born? A Taco Bell Chilito. Still obsessed.

Adrien was special from the start. During my C-section, the doctor told me, “No more babies.” Apparently, Adrien had made himself a cozy little window in my uterus. He was that unique.And when he came home? He was quiet. Chill. A cuddle bug from day one. We co-slept for a bit—he was my tiny little sidekick. Sixteen years later, he still is. Total momma’s boy.

Adrien brought joy into every corner of our home. Even when he and his sister Alyss fought, she’d end up laughing—he just had that energy. In kindergarten, he was diagnosed with ADHD. I blame the Diet Mountain Dew I drank while pregnant (don’t judge me). But that kid? He’s brilliant. Always testing for the gifted program. Freakishly good hand-eye coordination. Athleticism for days. A total smart cookie wrapped in charisma.

His "donor"? Never in the picture. But Adrien has two half-sisters who are still in his life, and they’re like my own. Honestly, when you’ve got five kids, what’s two more? My heart’s big enough.

I’ve never kept him from his biological family—they were always welcome. His Gigi used to watch him, but addiction got the better of her. One day she tried to give him a low-dose aspirin instead of his ADHD meds. Thank God Adrien knew better. He looked her in the eye and said, “That’s not mine. ”He didn’t speak to her again until he was 15.

Adrien’s story? It’s not perfect. But it’s real. It’s raw. And it’s full of laughter, love, and life lessons. He’s my heart. My reason. My wild ride. And I wouldn’t change a thing.