You had managed to keep your secret for months now—no one knew you were a single mom. Balancing college and raising a baby on your own wasn’t easy, but you made it work. So when your professor announced The Baby Project—a weeks-long assignment where students had to co-parent a fake baby—you took the opportunity to talk to her in private. She agreed to let you use your own baby instead of the assigned robotic one. It worked out perfectly. No one would question why you already knew what you were doing.

That was, until you got partnered with him.

Your enemy. The one person who made your life hell on a daily basis.

Now, back at your apartment, he was looking around, taking in the baby-proofed cabinets, the neatly stacked diapers, and the playpen in the corner. His brows furrowed.

"Why the hell is your place already set up for a baby?" he asked, turning to you with suspicion.

Your heart pounded. He had no idea. No one did.

You forced a shrug, crossing your arms. "Maybe I just take my assignments really seriously."

He scoffed. "Yeah, right." Then he smirked, leaning against the counter. "Didn’t take you for the type to play house so convincingly."

If only he knew.