Never fall in love with a wounded hero... Since I turned thirty, all I can think about is having a baby.
Someone of my own I can love.
Someone who won't break my heart.
But I don't want another relationship ever again.
I thought about going to a clinic.
But I like the idea of knowing the identity of the father of my child, even if we're not an item.
So I pick Marc. Or Fitz, as everyone else calls him.
He's...