Well Suited: A Surprise Baby Romantic Comedy

About Well Suited: A Surprise Baby Romantic Comedy

Science is my love language. There’s no magic to falling in love. A shot of dopamine, a dash of serotonin, and a sprinkle of oxytocin—and bam.

You’re in. And when egg meets sperm, you’re pregnant. Staring down at the little blue plus sign.

I know exactly when and how, and with whom it happened. When: approximately five weeks ago. Who: one night stand.

How: prophylactic malfunction. Genetically, he’s the cream of the crop. His musculature is a study in symmetry and strength, his height imposing, dominant.

He is a man who thrives on control and command, a man who survives on intelligence and resourcefulness. A perfect male specimen. And the whole package is wrapped up in a flawlessly tailored suit.

I’m having the baby, and he insists we’re well-suited to have it together. And what’s worse? He wants more, in the way of love and marriage.

But love isn’t real. It’s just a product of chemistry.