Possessive Stepdaddy's Baby Girl

I'm twenty-one, unemployed, and my body just started doing something no medical textbook prepared me for.?

Then a man I've never met shows up at my door.?

Jordan Scott. Seven-time Stanley Cup champion. Billionaire. Currently playing his final NHL season. And — surprise — my mother's ex-husband. A marriage so brief my mom didn't bother mentioning it. To me. Her daughter.?

He's thirty-eight, six-foot-six, and takes one look at me — broke, crying, soaked through my shirt — and decides I'm his problem now.?

I should say no. He's technically my stepfather. He's seventeen years older than me. He's the kind of man whose face is on cereal boxes and whose name trends every time his team wins.?

But he doesn't flinch when I tell him what's wrong with me. He doesn't look away. He says I got you, baby girl like it's the simplest thing in the world, and for the first time since I can remember, I stop carrying everything alone.?

I let him take care of me. I let him take me home. I let him in — past the sarcasm, past the pride, past every wall I built to survive on my own.?

He calls me “baby girl”, and I call him Daddy.?

And now I'm pregnant with his baby during the biggest season of his career, the press wants blood, and the only thing standing between me and the headlines is a man who once told me: you haven't met me, baby girl.?

They're about to.