Two things I didn’t expect to happen to me over Spring Break at Chicago North University:
1. Getting knocked out by a baseball.
2. Getting knocked up by a baseball player.
Hunter Novak. The most valuable player in college baseball. Home Run Hunter himself.
But that’s not the name he gave me when he took me home from that bar a few months ago.
We’re strangers. Now, we’re having a baby together.
So, we’re going back to first base.
First date. First kiss. First everything all over again in the hope it leads to… first love, I guess?
Our baby deserves a family. A real family.
Can me and my one-night stand be a home run?
Or was it all just a major foul?