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“No, it’s okay. God… I’m just so happy you’re here. I’ve been so worried.”
His strong arms wrap around me again, and he bends slightly, pressing his lips to my head, bringing me more comfort than I’ve ever felt. “I never meant to worry you,” he whispers, and I suddenly realize how stupid I’ve been. I may have loved Eric with my heart, but Logan is like an extension of my soul. Every part of me feels like we’re meant to be. I love him with all that I am, and he needs to know that. I need to tell him.
After holding each other for another minute, Logan cups my face, tilting my head until my eyes meet his as they bore into me. “I have so much to talk to you about, but first I need to say something, and I need you to listen.”
A lump forms in my throat, but I ignore it and nod even though the intensity of his gaze freaks me out.
Logan nods back as he runs his thumb across my cheek and sighs. “No matter what happens, I think you’re the best person to raise Liam.”
My breath hitches. “What?”
“It should have been you. Always. I’m so fucking sorry for not seeing that,” he rasps. “For putting us all through so much.”
“Logan, I… what does that mean?”
“It means that if it comes to it, you should have custody of Liam. He should be withyou.”
If it comes to it?His words confuse me, and my stomach swirls with nerves. He’s telling me something that should make me happy, but the look on his face and glassy eyes have me terrified for what’s to come.
“Thank you, Logan. But has something happened?”
Closing his eyes, he runs his hands down his face and groans. “So fucking much has happened that I’m still processing it all.”
My eyes flash to his chest, and I resist the urge to feel for his heartbeat. Summer told me he was okay. But did she lie to calm me down?
“It’s not my heart,” Logan says, understanding my concern based on looks alone. I nod though that’s only partly reassuring. If it’s not his heart, then what?
“Can I help? Or am I part of the issue?” I ask, nervously playing with Logan’s tee.
His lips pull into the smallest smile, and he steps back, linking his fingers with mine. “You’ve been a problem since I met you, Dani. But this time it’s not you.”
I breathe out a giggle of relief and pull him toward the living room, beelining for the couch. “Why do I feel like this news requires me to be sitting down?” I say, already lowering myself onto the cushions.
Logan’s head snaps toward me, and he removes his hand from mine, his eyes widening as though some kind of realization just hit him. “Fuck. You’re going to hate me. Please don’t hate me. I’m not sure I can get through all this without you.”
He starts pacing the floor as a pain hits my chest.I thought this wasn’t about me.
“Why would I hate you?” I whisper, and it’s barely audible to my own ears. But it’s enough to stop him in his tracks, his face downcast toward the floor, his back to me.
“Because Liam might be my son.”
“What?” I recoil like I’ve been slapped as his words hit me in the face. But it’s his tone that has me waiting on edge.
Turning slowly, Logan’s eyes lock on mine, and my chest cracks wide open at the look of complete devastation in his expression. “Liam’s my son,” he whispers, “and they never told me.”
Jesus!
I rush to his side just as he drops to his knees and breaks in my arms.
“I didn’t know, Dani. All this time. I never knew. I held so much hatred toward my dad. For cheating, but he never did. He never cheated. But he did lie. He fuckinglied. They both did. Why? Why wouldn’t they tell me?” He pauses for a second, his face staring in my direction though I’m not sure he’s seeing anything. He briefly closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, the hurt I see is almost too much to handle. “I’ve missed out on so much of his life. I should have been told. And I fucking hate that I wasn’t. And then there’s you.” This time when he looks at me, I feel his gaze deep within me, and I stop breathing.What about me?
“I feel like I ruined us before we even met.”
My brows furrow as I try to make sense of his meaning until his earlier words hit me and I gasp. “Why would I hate you?” I repeat, my heart lodged firmly in my throat. It’s only then that I actually think about what this all means and “Oh God.” Logan has a son. A son I’m trying to get custody of. “Oh God.”
“I’m sorry, Dani. So fucking sorry. I never saw a photo of Liam’s mom. I didn’t know. In fact, I still don't really understand it. I need to talk to my mom, but I… God, I hate even thinking about this part. Dad never slept with Liam’s mom, and yet he looks just like me. So, if it’s true and I’m his dad, that means I slept with your sister. And I can’t even fucking remember it.Fuck. What kind of a person does that?”
He pulls away from me as he cringes, a look of disgust settling on his face. “I’m so sorry.”
