He made me his ol' lady. I thought it was because he'd finally seen me as more than my brother's little sister. Until I heard him talking with his ex, I didn't realize he was with me out of guilt, that he'd promised to protect me. So I ran and didn't look back...until I had to go back to find him waiting for me.

Flashback to the 1950s. Veronica became pregnant by up-and-coming lawyer Paul. He did the right thing and married her. However, his plans weren't revolving around forever, and Veronica overheard him talking to his former? current? girlfriend. That's when Veronica started making her own plans.

Leo and I fell in love, and he loved and accepted my little girl as if he was her father. He made it 100% clear that he wanted to marry me and adopt Samantha. As if we couldn't get any happier, I got pregnant -- big surprise. Then his parents, who had adored my daughter, backed away from her since she wasn't their "real" grandchild. But it wasn't until Leo backed off from wanting to adopt my daughter that I realized maybe Leo and I weren't going to have the happily ever after we'd been planning.

A firefighter falls in love with a woman he met in a bar...because his friends bet him he wouldn't ask out the most unattractive woman in the place.

One of the Foster girls, Elizabeth meets hockey player/bad boy Rig Carson and they begin what Rig refuses to call a relationship. When Rig blows it with a fan one night right in front of Elizabeth, she disappears for six months. When she returns, she's pregnant with Rig's baby. Will he be able to stop his bad behavior and be the man Elizabeth needs him to be?

A widower. A runner. An ex sister-in-law who won't let go.

A country music star on the rise. A real girlfriend who's too shy for the limelight. A fake girlfriend who craves the limelight...and the man. What could go wrong? Apparently...a lot.

Widower/secret baby trope

My cousin always referred to us as the bad jokes, as in...a blonde, a brunette and a redhead walk into a bar. I'm the redhead, and this is my story. When I was 18, a psychic told me to wait for the man with the scar. For five years I waited and then suddenly, there he was in front of me one night. No mistake -- this was the man. We got off to a bad start, and I just kept making things worse chasing after him. Until he let me know in no uncertain terms that he wasn't interested in me. So I gave him what he wanted and ignored him. Then he decided he wanted me. And him getting me back was the least of our problems.