Michael closed his eyes and took a deep breath, reminding himself for the umpteenth time this was no big deal. He’d stood in the middle of heated boardrooms and barked out orders. He had stared down presidents of multi-billion-dollar corporations. Certainly, he could do this. At least, he was fairly certain he could do this.
He’d been a bachelor, living on his own his entire life. Give him a twenty-four year old girl, and he could tell you—or gladly show you—exactly what to do with one of them. But a four-year-old? They’re all tutus and princesses, and everything else he had absolutely no idea what to do with.
And yet, in less than five minutes, he was going to be a father. Well, apparently he’d been one for about four years now, but since he’d had no idea he had a child until two days a
