Milkman by Shari J. Ryan

Everything in life was going perfectly, but then my luck expired.
It all started when I got a new job, which came with a new guy.
That’s when I managed to cause an unforeseeable disaster,
which took down an entire company in less than a week.
The new job, the new guy and a big mouth led to another giant mistake. Then, one more for good measure.
Flash forward a couple of weeks, and …
I’ve got milk … because I’m dating the milkman,
and yes, milk did his body good.
Not only do milkmen still exist,
but I’ve come to learn that some women hire a milkman
to deliver more than just milk.
I’m not the sharing type,
but I also don’t like to cry over spilled–you get my point.
So, I can either have a cow or search for greener pastures.
Depending on my decision, though,
I need to ask myself if I’m prepared to tell my future children
that their father is, in fact, the milkman.