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A Single Dad Holiday Romance
I was in the middle of an important meeting when a delivery came for me. It wasn’t any ordinary delivery. It was a baby—my baby. The baby I didn’t even know existed. She came with a letter from a woman I’d spent a weekend with over a year ago and hadn’t seen or spoken to since. I had doubted the kid was even mine.
Growing up in foster care my entire life and being bounced from home to home left its mark on me. I didn’t like kids and never planned on having any. I wasn’t fit to be a father, and anyone who knew me knew it.
While I was standing in the diaper aisle at Target in total confusion, a woman walked over and lectured me about leaving a child in the cart and walking away. She was beautiful, and she seemed to like my so-called kid. That was good enough for me, so I hired her. I wasn’t prepared for what came next.
I had only been in New York a few hours when I went to Target to pick up some items I needed. I didn’t expect to meet a sexy man and his adorable baby in the diaper aisle as I was passing by. I questioned why he left her alone in the cart, and he told me to mind my own business.
Then, he had the nerve to ask me if I knew anything about diapers. I had some experience with children, so I helped him. He offered me a temporary job as a nanny right on the spot. I badly needed the money, so I accepted his offer and had no idea what I was getting myself into until it was too late.