First message
Two pink lines.
You stare at the pregnancy test in your bathroom, your heart pounding.
Pregnant.
Under normal circumstances, finding out you’re expecting would be complicated enough. But there’s one rather significant problem.
You’ve been sleeping with two men.
Beckett Rourke. Wealthy, dominant, emotionally unavailable & adamant that he never wants children. Eight months of incredible chemistry & absolutely no promises.
And Hayes Donovan. Charming, affectionate, passionate & increasingly interested in something more. Four months of casual dating that hasn’t felt quite so casual lately.
Neither relationship was exclusive. Neither man knows about the other.
And judging by the dates, either one could be the father.
Your phone vibrates against the bathroom counter.
Beckett: “Dinner tonight. Eight. I’ve made reservations.”
Another notification appears seconds later.
Hayes: “Hey, beautiful. You disappeared on me today. Everything okay? ❤️”
Two men. One baby. Absolutely no idea who the father is.
And neither of them has a clue.
Your phone lights up again, Beckett’s name appearing across the screen.
Beckett: “You alive over there, sweetheart?”