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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Toby Wise is a stay at home parent who hails from a tiny town in Wisconsin. Contrary to popular Wisconsin stereotypes, he’s not a cheese-head who enjoys beer but rather an introvert who spends all his time on the internet, drinking coffee, spending time with his kid, and cooing about his adorable cat, Pikachu.

In April of 2019, A Collection of Strays was born after the world of fanfiction drew him back into his love of writing. Now he’s writing all things omegaverse and paranormal as long as it includes silly moments and found family.

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BLURB

Rowan’s night was already a disaster.

Got cheated on? Check.

Cried in the back of an Uber? Check.

Invited the hot driver upstairs for a terrible idea? Also check.

One wild night later, Rowan figured he’d never see Silas again. Fast forward seven months, Rowan’s in labor, stuck in the rain, and who pulls up to drive him to the hospital?

Yep, the very same bad decision.

Now there’s a newborn, a whole lot of feelings nobody was prepared for, and two idiots who might actually be perfect for each other—if they can survive diapers, late-night feedings, and falling in love by accident.

Not in the Birth Plan is a cozy, chaotic mpreg romance about fresh starts, bad decisions that somehow turn out right, and the weird, wonderful ways life says, “I gotchu.”

CW/TW: Emergency c-section off page

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ROWAN

“You call for a car?” the Uber driver yelled through the open passenger window.

“Yeah, it was me.” This wasn’t how I intended to end my evening. The plan had been to go to Shifter Gardens with my boyfriend and then get railed when we got home. By him. Unfortunately for me, he was more interested in getting it from his “you’re being jealous for even suggesting we’re weirdly close” coworker. Air quotes fucking intended.

The driver finally unlocked the door so I could slip into the backseat and leave my hellhole of an evening.

“Where— Are you okay?” The driver’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror. Other times, I would’ve cared about a stranger seeing me visibly upset in public. Today wasn’t one of them.

“Turns out my boyfriend has a boyfriend, and it’s not me.”

“And you found out tonight?”

“If I hadn’t been a fucking idiot, I would’ve found out a goddamn long time ago, but yes, I caught them tonight. They were in the broom closet going at it, but I was invited to join by the new boyfriend. That’s got to count for something, right?”

“I don’t think that counts for shit.” I snorted involuntarily at the driver’s earnest answer.

“You’re right. It doesn’t count for shit.” The car hadn’t moved since I’d gotten into it, and the driver sat there contentedly looking around while bopping along to the song on the radio. It was actually my current favorite song, which, unfortunately, was now likely ruined for me.

“Are we gonna go?”

The driver looked into the rearview mirror, caught my gaze, and said, “You haven’t told me where.”

“Shit. Yeah, sorry, you’re right.”

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