Getting pregnant at sixteen hadn't been ideal.

No teenage girl wants to have that sinking feeling in her gut when she's just barely starting to turn into a woman. To look down at a pregnancy test and see two pink lines staring back up at you.

It all felt like a nightmare at the time.

Then, nine months later when Y/N Y/LN gave birth to a beautiful little girl, nothing felt like a nightmare anymore. Everything suddenly revolved around her daughter. Nothing else mattered.

It's been three years since she gave birth to her little girl. Y/N is nineteen now and her daughter is three. A little ocean-loving tyrant of giggles with designer swimsuits and a habit of commanding attention wherever she goes.

She's had help raising her little girl, sweet little Navy Y/LN. Being from Figure Eight makes it easier, having that kind of money and connections has made it so much more manageable. Her parents, who were mortified at first about the scandal, adore their granddaughter now. They do everything for her and their own little girl, except acknowledge who the father is.

The support of her family helps but the one thing she so desperately craves is for the father of her child to step up. Rafe Cameron. The troubled heir to Ward Cameron's fortune.

Rafe knows of his kid, how can he not? The whispers follow him through every country club, every yacht party. He's seen pictures of her on social media, she has his intense eyes, his distinctive Cameron jawline. It's not just the responsibility that keeps him away, or his complicated feelings for Y/N. It's the chaos that seems to follow him everywhere, the drugs, the violence, the instability that defines his existence.

So, when he pulls his Maserati up to the Figure Eight beach club and sees that little girl with perfect caramel curls and piercing eyes, and her mother, still the most captivating woman he's ever destroyed, he feels his heart race with a mixture of longing and panic.