I never meant to get pregnant at my best friend’s wedding. Especially not by Ryan Morrison—the uptight, insufferably organized project manager I’d spent months arguing with over centerpieces and seating charts. We weren’t friends. We were rivals. Annoying, hot rivals who definitely shouldn’t have hooked up in a coat check. But one very unexpected pregnancy test later, and suddenly we were going to be co-parents. Cue the emotional breakdowns, prenatal appointments, awkward family dinners, and more than a few late-night cravings for horchata (and him). Somewhere between the nursery debates and pregnancy meltdowns, Ryan stopped being the guy who drove me crazy and started being the guy I couldn’t stop falling for. I never planned for this baby. I definitely didn’t plan for him. But maybe the best things in life are the ones you don’t plan. Enemies to lovers Accidental pregnancy Co-parenting chaos Found family Grumpy (him) / sunshine (me) Pregnancy cravings & baby prep panic One coat check hookup, lifetime of feelings