Fuck Cancer. And fuck the sperm donor that decided we weren't worth the trouble-the day we received our baby girl's results. The doctors in Alaska were great, but Olivia needed more. Forced to pack-up our entire world, alone, I searched for an expert willing to operate. When we finally found him, the real trouble began... How would we ever find a donor in time? Olivia's life was on the line; our days together were running out. When a leather covered biker walked through the door, I never expected him to be our miracle. My miracle. Turns out, we needed a lot more saving than I realized.