The Pregnant Professor

One kiss.

One night.

One baby.

Professor Poppy Green had brains and beauty, a lethal combination that tempted me in ways I hadn’t fully understood, until the moment I saw her again, four months later. Her smile wobbled, her green eyes swam with tears, and her hands protected the swell of her belly.

The baby was mine. I knew that without having to ask. I was going to be a Dad. Somehow, someway, I had to show Poppy that I didn’t just want the baby, but I wanted her too.