Having a baby wasn’t in my five-year plan. Then again, neither was sleeping with a hockey player who hates my guts.

Star forward for the Grizzlies, Leo Wilson is my least favorite person on the planet. Unfortunately, after a night of drinking and debauchery—on both our sides—we end up in bed together.

It was supposed to be one time, not a night punctuated by a lifetime of parental responsibility … and the slowly sinking feeling that I may have misjudged Leo.

That there may be more to him than the playboy persona. That he may be everything I’ve ever dreamed of. And that … I don’t think I can let him go.