A Really Bad Idea
Everyone has a best friend. Mine just happens to be Dr. Christian
Gallagher— the gorgeous, green-eyed heart surgeon who wants to have a
baby with me.
Yes, you read that correctly.
When my
mother approached me on my thirty-third birthday with a brochure for
egg freezing, it was a glaring reminder that my biological clock is
ticking toward its expiration date. I’ve always dreamed of being a mom
and had a plan — one that was destroyed when I caught my professional
hockey player husband in bed with another woman.
Despite my
broken heart I still believe in love. I want the happily ever after, but
I also want a child desperately and won't settle in order to make it
happen.
That’s why when I decided to take my mother’s advice, Christian came up with his own plan: Let’s have a baby together.
It’s a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. And yet...I can’t stop thinking about how great it could be.
There’s
just one condition. Before we have sex (oh, yes, we’re doing this the
old fashioned way!) Christian is adamant we go on three dates.
Sounds
easy, but it's not.I thought sex would be the hard part, but the dates
are only making me fall for the man I’ve known almost my entire life.
Whoever said sex doesn't change things never went to bed with their best friend.
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