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understood the meaning of the saying: If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Edward Miller was a first-hand scoundrel, at 28 years old he had no responsibilities or serious commitments to anyone, causing serious problems with his father. And to prove that he had changed, he needed to find a girlfriend as soon as possible and no one would be better for that role than his clumsy and proper assistant. An arrangement that would benefit both of them and from which No one would lose. But what they didn't expect was that in the middle of this lie, a night of sex and drunkenness would bring a small gift that would change everything. Warnings: The book contains bad language, violence and use of alcoholic beverages. AUTHOR'S NOTES If you like a good romantic comedy, you've come to the right place. And, if you've read this book before, it's because it's being republished for improve the quality of the review and layout. Edward and Emma will make you laugh a lot, especially if you are a fan of the Twilight saga. So, dive into this adventure with me and come be happy. EPIGRAPH "When the tchan happens, there is no hiding it, because if it's the tchan, it's for real" You are my Tchan - Hotel Transylvania DEDICATION For me, an incurable fan of a good romantic comedy and sweet romances. And for you, who wants to find your Tchan. PROLOGUE I always I knew that the launch of my book would be the happiest day of my life. After all, those who humbled themselves so much will be exalted one day, right? Even if I had to write a million books, at least one of them would have to be recognized, one of them would have to reach thousands of people who would identify with my story. But in my dreams, my debut was calmer and I didn't I was crawling on all fours under the tables after a baby. In my plans, I wouldn't have a baby before I was successful either. But there's something they don't tell you about adult life: life outside of dreams and the plans we make in our youth are not a fairy tale. You're going to get screwed over and nothing will go as planned. - Jhony! Where are you, my love? - I whispered, passing under the legs of strangers. This wouldn't be happening if I had a babysitter. And the person who was responsible for taking care of the baby is easily distracted by a skirt tail. But you must be wondering why I am looking for an almost three-year-old baby under a table? The answer is that I I know who the child is that I carried in my belly for nine months. He's probably picking up food crumbs on the floor or following some animal around. And since I saw a cat crawling under the table, I think he can find my little brat too. I was trying not to make a scene and ruin the event, because I was sure I would find my son safe and sound, just playing around. I couldn't freak out now and scare other people. I came out from under the tablecloths, seeing the daylight and letting out a frustrated sigh at the plan. failed. I decided to stand up so that no one would notice that the author they were privileging was in such a state of decline. But the shiny shoes stopped in front of me, catching my attention. I swallowed hard, gathering the courage to raise my head and behold , I found what I was looking for and, incidentally, the reason I had been running away lately. Edward Miller was standing in front of me with the impeccable posture I remembered, holding a glass of champagne, like the good alcohol connoisseur he was. But it wasn't just his appearance and presence that made me shiver, but also the realization that my baby was quietly in his other arm. Jhony was eating a cupcake, getting all messy, without realizing that he was in the territory of the baby. enemy and that the man holding him was his spitting image. And that anyone who looked at them would know the truth.