Knocked Up by Mr. Wrong: A Miracle Baby Romance

What do you get when you mix a woman who can’t have a baby with a billionaire playboy who has never wanted one? Twins, apparently.

Meadow
What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever said to a man? For me, it was when I went up to a tall, dark, and delicious stranger and whispered “Busy, busy, buzzing bees” into his ear.

See, I thought he was a guy I’d hired to knock me up. A guy known for getting infertile women pregnant. The bee thing was his codeword.

Unless—oops—he’s not actually the knock-you-up guy. He’s a billionaire playboy named Finley St. James, and he had “no bloody clue what I was talking about” when I dropped the codeword. He said he was too busy looking down my shirt to hear exactly what I was saying about busy bees.

The best part? Finley had a vasectomy years ago.

But against all odds, he did knock me up. And now Mr. Wrong is ready to settle down.

Finley
Easy there. Nobody said anything about settling down. I just like it when you call me Daddy.