Page 21 of Fake Wife for Dr. Secret Daddy

I love working at my pace.

“I guess you’re right. It’s always better to look at the bright side of things.” I agree with Austin.

“Yeah, the best way out is to get someone you can trust, someone you can tolerate if love isn’t in the equation yet.”

If it will ever be...

I’m already calculating my list of contacts, trying to determine whether anyone I know would be willing to marry me.

And I end up grimacing at the thought of some of the potential candidates.

If only I had seen something like this coming, I might have taken a lot more time and care in curating my list of acquaintances and lovers.

“I still wonder how in the heavens you got to have your baby. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t even known her for long, and I love her already. But I didn’t even know you had a… baby mama?” Austin asks, unsure of what the correct term to use is.

I’m sure he is trying not to step on my toe.

I snort through my nose.

Baby Mama. That is hilarious.

“No, man. There’s nothing like a baby mama in the picture. Not that I’m aware of.”

I nibble on my bottom lip as I debate on what exactly I can share with my friend.

“Okay, what I’m about to tell you is kind of confidential. At least for now, okay?” I say, wanting to make sure Austin understands the implications before I inform him.

“I got it. Your secrets are always safe with me.”

Austin says, leaning back.

I have never told this story to anyone else before.It’s Luna’s story, not mine.

But… This is Austin.

He will be the first person to know because I do not ever want anyone treating Luna as if she isn’t my real child just because she isn’t biologically mine.

Austin leans forward again, possibly being intrigued by the story I’m about to tell even before I start telling it.

“It was like fate,” I say, thinking about that fateful day, some months ago. It still makes my heart hurt, thinking about how little and vulnerable my sweet girl was.

“What happened?”

“Okay, so I had a couple of shifts at our hospital. I had just had the most rigorous day, and I was exhausted. I just pushed my body forward until I could get home.”

On that fateful day, after having finished my rounds at the pediatric ward in one of the Gate’s Hospitals in New York, where I have been supervising as head pediatrician.

The only thing I can feel is deep-seated weariness and exhaustion as I wave at the last of my young patients and check that everything is ready for the night shift.

“Everything is perfect, boss. You seem dead on your feet.” A kind nurse crinkles her cheeks in a sympathetic smile. I’m sure she sees how weary I look after a full day’s work.

“Okay, I’ll head out now. See you in a couple of hours.” I headed out into the parking lot.

I use the car key fob to locate my car, and I feel instant relief when I notice that it’s not too far from where I’m standing.

A mewling sound reaches my ears, and I frown in concentration. It sounds like it is coming from a car close by.

“Hello? Is there anyone here?” I ask and listen as my voice echoes back to me.

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