My best friend was never supposed to find my list of potential baby daddies. Now he’s begging me to add one more name to my list… His.

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After my divorce, I was done with love. No more dating. No more relationships.

But I still want a baby.

IVF? Way too expensive.

That leaves one option. Finding someone with good genes, no strings, and no complications.

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Simple, right?

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Until my best friend and hotshot firefighter, Finn Lawrence, stumbles across my list of potential donors and suggests I add one more name…

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His.

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It makes sense. We trust each other. We have history. And there’s no chance of heartbreak.

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So we make a deal. No romance. No expectations. And when it’s over, we go back to the way things were.

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Except now, Finn looks at me like I’m something more.

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His touch lingers.

His kisses don’t feel awkward.

And when I fall asleep in his arms, I start to wonder if Finn Lawrence was never meant to be just my best friend.

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Maybe he was meant to be my everything.