Knocked Up By Number Ninety

Having a baby wasn't in my five-year plan.

Then again, neither was sleeping with a hockey player who hates my guts.

Star forward for the Grizzlies, Leo Richardson is my least favorite person on the planet.

Unfortunately, after a night of drinking and debauchery—on both our sides—we end up in bed together.

It was supposed to be one time—

Not a night punctuated by a lifetime of parental responsibility…and the slowly sinking feeling that I may have misjudged Leo.

That there may be more to him than the playboy persona.

That he may be everything I've ever dreamed of.

And that…I don't think I can let him go.