Chapters (40)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Recipes
- Starry Fuzzy Fizz
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- Author’s Note
- About the Author
- Also by Farah Heron
- Praise for Farah Heron
He nodded sadly. At least he looked contrite. “I know. I’m so sorry. Forgive me, Kamila? I’d like it if we could stay friends.”
“You need her forgiveness, not mine.”
“I’m trying.” He looked over and watched Jana across the room. Here was her proof Anil had never been into Kamila—she’d never seen him look at Kamila like she hung the moon. How had no one noticed this? He suddenly chuckled. “She’s so beautiful. She has me completely under a spell. I…Would you believe me if I said I’m so stupidly in love I can’t seem to act in a rational manner?”
Kamila shook her head. “I admire your earnestness, but you don’t treat people you love very well. This is concerning, considering you’re about to be a father.”
He looked at Kamila. “You’re a wise woman, Kamila. But don’t worry—I have accepted I screwed up too badly to even hope to get her back. I am determined to be a good father, though. I’m working on my flaws. I’m even starting therapy soon. Jana and I are in agreement that she gets to call the shots for a while…maybe forever. Which is fine with me as long as I get to be a father. I will be there for my daughter.”
“Well, from the bottom of my heart, I honestly wish you all the best. For Jana and the baby’s sake.”
“I guess that’s the most I can ask. I hope you’ll be in the baby’s life?”
Kamila snorted. “Of course I’m going to be in that baby’s life! Jana doesn’t have siblings, so someone has to be the baby’s fabulous aunty.”
Jana joined them then and gave Anil an irritated look. “I hate the fact that I’m impressed with what you’ve done here,” she said, indicating the big banners that outlined the mandate and goals for the incubator. “You executed our plan better than I could have.”
“I had a great team,” Anil said.
“This incubator was your plan?” Kamila asked Jana.
“Ours. We thought of this idea together. And when I saw him in D.C. earlier this year, we started the process. That’s where we…” She rubbed her belly, then glared at Anil. “You need to stop calling this an incubator.”
Anil nodded. “Noted. To be fair, I didn’t know you were expecting.”
Kamila suddenly laughed. “Now I get why you were crabby any time anyone mentioned Anil’s incubator! Because you’re incubating his baby.”
Jana’s eyes narrowed, apparently still irritated.
“Well, whatever you call it, it’s still a great idea,” Kamila said.
“She’s quite brilliant,” Anil agreed, looking at Jana with that expression again. How had Kamila not noticed how much of a devoted puppy this man was?