-Jafaar's POV-
The soft hum of the espresso machine filled the air, a stark contrast to the sterile silence of the office. I sat at my sleek, minimalist desk, the city skyline stretching out before me. A far cry from the bustling streets below, this was my sanctuary, a place where I could lose myself in the intricacies of business. But today, my mind was elsewhere.
My thoughts were consumed by one woman, Journee Woods. Not just her, but the tiny bundle she carried, a reminder of a future I hadn't anticipated. A future that involved me, a man who'd always prided himself on his carefree lifestyle, as a father.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized how deeply her image had etched itself into my consciousness. Was it her stunning beauty, or the audacity of her situation—a single
