I should be focused on my college graduation and finding a big girl job, not picking out strollers and baby clothes, but here I am. A positive pregnancy test can throw even the best laid plans out the window. I feel far from prepared for motherhood, but it helps that my baby daddy is Luke Covey. The guy is cool as a cucumber. Nothing ruffles his feathers, not even my unexpected pregnancy and what it might mean for his rookie hockey year. He’s ready for it all—the dirty diapers, the late-night feedings, and the crying—but me? I can’t help but freak out and wonder if I’m cut out for this. But whether I’m ready or not, this baby is coming.