Taking My Doctor’s Orders by Summer Brooks

I hate that prick of a doctor.
He’s supposed to deliver babies. Not break hearts.
Two years and six days.
That’s how long it’s been since he broke mine.
Oh, that stormy afternoon after he told me we were done forever.
I got back to my apartment.
My stuff was everywhere.
My life was a mess.
I couldn’t handle it.
And so, I left.
I ran as far away from him as I could.
What I didn’t know was that I was taking a part of him with me.
Fast forward a year.
My son was born.
The huge secret that resulted from that massive heartbreak.
Ryan deserved to know about his son.
So, I did something crazy.
I upped and moved back to New York City.
Without telling him.
And then I made an appointment for an exam.
Ryan was my doctor.
And damn, he looked good.
Life couldn’t be this cruel…
Could I ever get back together with my (secret) baby daddy?