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 Richardson 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.