Christmas is all about surprises. But I never foresaw having a baby with my ex…

Iris Galleto moved to Seattle less than a year ago and never gave me or our relationship a second thought.

Why should I give her a second chance?

Sure, it’s Christmas, the most magical time of the year, and making peace for our goddaughter, Rose, would be very mature of us, but even being in the same room with her is an exercise in patience that I can’t pull off.

And that’s before our jabs turn to flirting, the flirting turns to teasing, and the teasing turns into the kind of tension that can only be resolved with a kiss.

Except this is us, and a kiss would never be enough.

Pretty soon, we are hooking up again, even though I know this is a mistake I’ll regret.

I keep telling myself that I can’t wait until she leaves Chicago again.

But when she does leave, it’s too late. She’s already carrying my child…