When I promised no more mistakes, I'd meant it. Yet here I was, staring down at a pink plus sign, with my heart in my throat, future on hold, and the fuzzy memory of the delicious lips of a much younger man on mine.

No way could things could get any worse.

Or so I thought. Until Caleb Anderson asked me out on a date.

He was the most sincere, fun-loving, and ridiculously attractive man I'd ever met. Seven years my junior, my best friend's cousin, and six years cancer-free, he was living his best damn life.

And he wanted me to be part of it.

Too bad I was pregnant with another man's baby.

Still, he pursued me. Wooed me. Wowed me in every way possible.

Despite our age difference, our battle scars, and my habit of making the worst damn choices, he tried to convince me that love was real. To give me hope for a new kind of future.

Somehow, he succeeded.

But if the mistakes of my past taught me anything, it's that feelings of hope can't be trusted. Unless Caleb is right... Maybe fairy tales can be real.