Karaline I thought life had already handed me everything I could handle when my sweet baby girls sperm donor told my seventeen year old self that he wanted nothing to do with us, and signed his rights away. But boy was I wrong. Here I am, 6 years later, staring down at the four plastic sticks laying on my sink all proudly displaying the word Pregnant. Bright pink and right in my face. The real kicker? I have no idea who the dad is. This is all Cammies fault. (my she devil best friend) She wanted to have a rare girls night out. I may have had 3 or 4....or 5 too many tequila shots, and you know what they say right? Tequila definitely made my clothes fall off. And Ky. That's the only thing I have of the man whose baby is now inside of me. A first name. The only thing he promised me was a smile sent straight from heaven and a hell of a lot of memories. That man worked my body like he owned me and I loved every second of it. Too bad that's all ill ever have. I raised a baby without a man before, whats one more? Kyler At thirty-one I'm a perpetual bachelor. My best friend just convinced me to move across the country and fill the obstetrics position in his dads practice, and I gladly accepted. Even though I'm young and single, the last thing I want to do after staring at a women's vagina all day is go looking for random chicks to hook up with. That's exactly what I find myself doing when Owen drags me to his favorite bar to pick up chicks on ladies night. I'm not interested. Not until her. One look was all it took and she had me. One smile and she had a piece of me I wasn't looking to get rid of. After I wake up from a night of mind blowing sex, I know she's gone. The side of the bed she was on is nothing but cold sheets. I had one shot to wake up and tell her I was interested in something more. Now it's too late and I'll probably never see her again.....unless fate has other plans.