He murmured softly, his voice strained
ers gentle as they grazed her skin, a stark con
mind racing with the whirlwind of emotions flooding through her. She could hard
her skin. His tone wasn't mocking, just...surprised. He paused for a mom
dim light, the mirror on the ceiling revealed their entwined bodies, a
certainty, there was a sense of sur
red, this was all part of her plan, her gr
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s it all fi
ly Beautiful, Brainy,
had enough stamps on her passport to make a flight attendant jealous, and her soc
less matchmaking attempts disguised as innocent co
you get a b
It would be too risky to have
plan on set
is tickli
begin with a look that w
hen are you going to bring a nice man in our fami
cess anymore. I am One independent woman..." and skillfully redirect the conversation to safer topics-like A
ad-plenty of times. But her love life? Let's just say i
n she dated ev
and butterflies, Emma was just grateful if her date didn't ramble on about Cryptocurrency and about their toy collection for an hou
de some guys a little nervous. She was smart, outgoing, and had her fair share of admirers. But love? Nah. Emma was not a girl wande
ssory, like a fancy handbag-nice to have, but n
When she could just download a Baby instead? Cut out the middleman and go straight of having a baby who will take care of her and whom will love her
hogging the remote during Netflix binges. She was an independent woman with
her dad tragically-and let's be honest, embarrassingly-passed away in the arms of his mistress when Emma was just two years old, a tale her
ith men practically lining up to woo her like love was some kind of
agency, living life firml
why her relatives treated "finding a life
more than enough for her. What she wanted
f only she could just have a baby... her very own little bundle o
by-Making-Pro
o this? Well, of course, she neede
he approached it the only way she knew how: like a wo
was building a list of attributes like s
gence?
s? Abso
s and looks?
he might as well aim for the deep end! After
e to swipe left on mediocrity