Knocking Up His Best Friend – By Kat Baxter

Knocking Up His Best Friend
USA Today Bestselling Author
Kat Baxter




Hot guy, medical intervention, turkey baster,
Whatever it takes.
I want a baby,
And I want that little bundle of joy now.

So when life knocks me down,
I decide getting knocked up is the only option.
And Cooper Janns is–has–a perfect specimen.
I want him–and his baby-making stuff.

But crossing that line with your best friend,
Just may be a disaster in the making.


I would do anything for Allyson Patterson.
Always have,
Always would.

After all, we’re best friends,
Have been since acne and raging hormones.
I’d cross any line she’d ask.
Even if it means offering an easy-peasy marriage
of convenience (and hopefully benefits.)

But, I’m in this for the long haul.
Knocking boots or knocking her up,
Either way, it’s a deal.
For good,
Even if she doesn’t know it yet.



This book is so much fun in spite of the tears it invokes.

Ally has just learned she the fertility treatments she has been undergoing have failed again. She can’t afford another round, since her insurance didn’t cover what she was led to believe they would.

Cooper is Ally’s best friend, he would do anything for her and quite frankly he’s more than a little pissed that she didn’t ask him to be her donor or at the very least be there with her.

Jilly works for Ally and is a good friend, as such they go out for a girls night to help Ally deal with her disappointment. Ally has a bit too much and Jilly calls Cooper to come get her.

This is a favorite scene.

It was well past midnight when my phone rang. Unusual. I leaned over to see, expecting it to be some woman I briefly knew drunk dialing me. Instead, my heart hammered when I saw Ally’s name.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Hey, Cooper, it’s Jilly.”

My stomach recoiled.

“What’s happened to her?”

She chuckled which did little to ease my nerves. “She’s fine. You just need to come get your girl. She’s drunk and I don’t think she should be alone tonight in case she gets sick. I’m pet sitting or I’d take care of her myself.”

“No, it’s no problem. Where are you?” I was already on my feet and pulling on some sweatpants. She gave me the name of the bar and I slipped on some flip-flops, grabbed my keys then jumped into my Tesla. “And she’s drunk?”

Jilly sighed. “Yeah, the no pregnancy thing. She went at the drinks pretty hard tonight.”

“Damn. I’ll be there in a few.”

Fifteen minutes later I pulled into the gravel parking lot and found Jilly standing with a couple of other girls basically holding Ally up. The neon beer signs in the left window flickered. I barely managed to put the car in park before getting out.

“I’m not even going to complain about you forgetting to put on a shirt,” Jilly said.

I looked down and saw I had, in fact, forgotten to put on a shirt. “I was already in bed. You’re lucky I put on pants.”

“That’s debatable,” the curly haired woman said with a wink.

I met Ally’s gaze, or at least I tried to. Her eyes were pretty unfocused, but she eventually registered my presence because she gave me a toothy grin. God, she was cute. Her head tilted and one braid slid down and the end curled around her breast.

“Coop! What are you doing here?” she asked, her words slurring together.

“I’m bringing you home, Allycat.” I swung her up in my arms, then set her into the passenger seat. Even with the heavy scent of whiskey on her breath, she still smelled damn delicious. Sugar and spice and everything nice… that was my Ally. I jogged around to the driver’s side, then stopped and met Jillian’s gaze. “Thanks for taking care of her.”

“Anytime. And I’ve got the bakery in the morning. Let her sleep this off.”

I nodded, then got in and started the car.

“I’m not even supposed to be drunk!” Ally blurted out once we’d gotten on the road.

I chuckled. “Well, yeah. We’re twenty-eight now. We’re supposed to be past all of that. But it’s okay every now and then.”

“No. That’s not why. I’m supposed to not be able to drink because I’m pregnant. But am I pregnant? No!”

“Ah. I’m sorry, Allycat.” I reached over and linked my hands in hers, squeezing her hand. “You know I could help you.”

She turned in her seat and pointed at me. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you about the fertility treatments. You can’t fix everything for me.”

Maybe not, but I always wanted to give it a try. I was a fixer by nature, it’s why I was an engineer. I took things apart and figured out the best way to put them back together. Ally, though, was fiercely independent and never asked for anything. It was a constant source of frustration for me.

“Throwing money at the problem won’t solve it. You can’t buy me a baby.”

“I wasn’t offering to buy you a baby. Let’s not get crazy here. But I could help pay for the treatments.” I had more money than I knew what to do with.

“No! No money.”

I sighed. My family’s money had always made Ally uncomfortable. Most of the time it didn’t matter because I’d made my own and hadn’t touched family money since college.

Ally was quiet on the way back to my place, I sure as hell wasn’t going to leave her alone in her shitty apartment above her bakery, not on the off chance she got sick and hurt herself.

“Come on, Sleeping Beauty, let’s get you to bed.” I cradled her against me and carried her into my bedroom. My office had a bed too, but it was small and uncomfortable and didn’t have a connected bathroom. I set her onto the bed, and she flopped down backwards. So I went to the kitchen to get her a big glass of water and a couple of painkillers.

When I got back to my room, though, she was standing by the bed in only her underwear and bra. I froze and drank in the sight because best friend or not she looked hot. I’d always found Ally attractive. Hell, I’d been in love with her for half of my life. I didn’t need to know she wore sexy underwear.
Kat Baxter. KNOCKING UP HIS BEST FRIEND (Kindle Locations 255-292). Kat Baxter.

Keeping in mind Cooper is a fixer, he comes up with the perfect solution after talking with HR at his company.

He would marry Ally, she’d have his insurance coverage, he would be her donor and maybe, just maybe she would stay with him.

Lots of conflicts as Ally come to terms with what she’s agreed to and even those things she hasn’t.

Plenty of laughter, tears and heat as this story unfolds.

5 Contented Purrs for Kat!

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Kat Baxter is the pseudonym for a bestselling historical romance author. She lives in Texas with her family and a menagerie of animals.

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