Baby daddy
(Book)

We met in a trapped elevator. Emmett was on his way to work, sophisticated and handsome in his tailored suit and tie. I was on my way to the sperm bank. Awkward, right? At thirty-five, my life hadn't taken the path I thought it would and I was tired of waiting--I wanted a baby. And I was ready to take matters into my own hands to make it happen. After our ill-fated elevator encounter, Emmett insisted on taking me to dinner--he also insisted on something else--that I ditch my plan involving a turkey baster and let him do the job.