Yes

It was a few weeks later when you got a call from Emma Stone, and you were pretty sure what it was going to be about as you answered it.

"Emma...do you know yet?" you ask her, not wanting to sound too excited about having possibly gotten one of the most lusted-after women in Hollywood pregnant, but knowing that there probably wasn't any other reason for her to be calling you.

"I'm pregnant John, it's yours baby," she tells you as she starts to cry into the phone, which causes you to panic over the fact that she may have been starting to regret the bad decisions she made with you that night.

"It's...not...not...that..." she stammers as she tries to pull herself together, "it's Andrew. He left me when he confronted me about finding the pregnancy test in the bathroom."

"Emma...it's okay...I meant what I said when I told you that I regret nothing," you tell her, wishing you could be holding her in her arms right now to comfort her instead of having to hear this famous actress who also happened to now be the mother of your child crying over the phone.

"I need to see you," she says into the phone as she tries to keep it together long enough to finish the phone call, "we don't have anything to discuss, really. I know you'll stay with me and help me raise it. But I need to see you so I can hold you and hear you tell me in person that everything will be okay."