The Reluctant Daddy CEO
We stepped out of his car after we spotted a basket in front of the gate.
As we approached, I heard a sound. I walked closer and gasped.
“What’s that thing?” he asked.
“This isn’t a ‘thing.’ It’s a baby,” I deadpanned.
I picked up the child. A baby girl. My eyes widened. she had every feature of my boss. Almost like they were related. A note hung from her necklace.
“How the hell did she get here?” he asked, coming closer.
I shrugged. Slowly, I opened the note and read it aloud:
Dear Nick,
You probably don’t remember me. We met at a party almost two years ago. We had a one-night stand. Too drunk to use protection. Luciana is the result of that reckless night. I’ve cared for her for a year, putting my life on hold. Now it’s your turn. I don’t want anything from you. Just take care of your child.
Xoxo.
I watched him run a finger through his hair. Even stressed, the gesture was hypnotic. He’s that beautiful. I couldn’t deny it.
“What the fuck? Set up an appointment with my doctor immediately. I’m going to conduct a DNA test for this…thing.”
I snorted internally.
“Her name is Luciana,” I replied, and he rolled his eyes.
I stared down at the baby. She didn’t deserve any of this. How could a mother leave her own child? And what if someone had taken her before we arrived?
Luciana. At least she had a name.