The bed is big and can fit both of us.
That's what
Nathan said the night our flight was delayed due the weather.
Well…everything was big except the bed… Now I’m pregnant.
Nathan’s muscular with a silver beard, looking like he's straight out of an
action movie.
I'm just a 26-year-old girl trying to make ends meet, and he’s bigger than life.
To add to the mess, he’s also my father's closest friend.
Now 7 years later I’m working for him.
I hate how my head replays that night every time I run into him.
I fight to stay professional, but he’s too hard to resist.
His tender gestures towards
my daughter stir emotions within me, yet
The looming uncertainty of his reaction to the truth—that he's the daddy—weighs heavily on my mind.
