Let me be your donor. I won't even charge you a stud fee.

When the woman I’ve longed for decides she wants to have a baby, there’s only one man for the job -- me. Now, if I can just convince her.

I wanted Clara the first time I saw her two years ago, but as soon as I figured out we’d be working together, I knew I had to stay far away.

And the friend zone has been working just fine.

Well, mostly.

The night she tells me she’s ready to get knocked up by some random donor changes everything.
Not on my watch.

I might not be partner material -- running the family business and my new hockey team keeps me so busy. I barely have time to talk to a woman, let alone fall in love. But there’s no way I’m letting my friend pick Donor #257, or anyone besides me.

The arrangement is perfect. I make my donation, she gets her baby, we go back to being friends. No strings. No messy heartbreak.

Until we decide it’ll be a lot more fun to make a direct deposit and get her pregnant the old-fashioned way. That spark between us? It’s a blazing fire I have no desire to extinguish.

Our baby proposition just got a lot more complicated.