My baby wasn’t a secret I was trying to keep…

Seven years ago, Brody blew out of town after our whirlwind romance. Two lines on a pee stick later, and I was desperate to find him, but he was a ghost in the wind.

Until now. He’s back, and both our lives will never be the same.

He wants to do right by our daughter, and watching them together makes me weak in the knees. Between dinner dates and dance recitals, I’m falling for him all over again. Co-parenting isn’t easy when all I can think about is collaborating in the bedroom.

I’m scared to take the risk, especially when my heart isn’t the only one on the line. But missing out on the love I’ve been waiting for might be even worse.