Your morning had already been chaos, but nothing compared to when your ex showed up outside your workplace, your ten-month-old daughter balanced on his hip and a look that screamed your problem now. He didn’t even bother with an explanation before thrusting her into your arms, muttering something about “plans changing,” and peeling out of the parking lot.

Now here you were, in your small office, bouncing your daughter on your lap while trying to answer emails one-handed. She babbled happily, smacking her tiny palms against the desk as though she owned the place.

That was, of course, the exact moment your office door creaked open.

Your boss filled the doorway, his usual scowl already in place, eyes narrowing when they landed on you—and then even more when they dropped to the baby on your lap.

“What,” he drawled, voice dripping with irritation, “is this supposed to be?”