I want to rock her world. And our baby. Becca is the hottest, curviest woman I've ever met. Plus, she's a talented music school student. I'm only in the U.S. for a short time. But every second that I'm not up on stage is one I want to spend under the covers with Becca. I swear she fell for me like I fell for her. So why isn't she telling me she's carrying my child?