Page 16 of Broken Prince

“He’s mine.”

My brows jump as I spin around to find Logan standing there, eyes guarded, as he stares at me.

“H-he’s yours?” What the hell? He has a baby?

“Yes.” He clears his throat, his gaze leaving me to look at his son.

The way his features softens, a smile taking over his face, does something to my heart.

“Well, look at you.” He laughs as he approaches Bentley. I step out of his way and watch as he crouches down. “I leave to go grab you a change of clothes, and you have breakfast all over the place.”

“I managed to get some in his mouth,” Mom laughs. “But he’s a very independent little man. Wants to try and do it on his own.”

“That's my boy,” Logan chuckles. “Let’s get you all cleaned up and down for your nap.”

I just watch, in part shock and part awe, as he cleans the baby up before taking him out of his high chair.

Logan gives me one last quick glance before heading out of the kitchen.

I stare at where they disappeared from sight for a moment before looking at my mom. “So, Logan has a kid?”

“Yes. He’s such a good dad.” Mom smiles as she cleans up the high chair. “And Bentley is just the best.” She looks at me with wide, excited eyes. “I’m a grandma, isn’t that amazing! And you're an auntie. All the baby cuddles you want.”

So many changes in such a short amount of time. Logan is a dad. That was something I didn’t see coming. But, if I’m real with myself, how much do I know about these guys? I didn’t know anything really, except their names and that they worked for the resort.

Come to think of it, did they even really work there? Okay, Logan was manning the bar, and Owen said he was the surf instructor. Elijah was wearing a resort uniform. But maybe they were helping out?

Not sure what else to say, I grab some toast, head into the backyard, and sit down on one of the chairs. My mind is reeling, lost in thought, with this new information when Logan comes out.

“Hey.” I look up to find him standing there, a baby monitor in his hand.

“Hey.”

“Can we talk?”

“Sure.” I nod.

He takes the chair next to me and puts the monitor on the table.

“So, a baby huh? He’s cute.”

“Thanks.” He leans forward, resting his arms on his knees as he looks over at me. “Sorry, I didn’t mention him before. I’m just very protective when it comes to him.”

“Understandable, he’s your son.”

“It’s not just that.” Logan sighs, looking out towards the pool. “My life, it’s really complicated. His mother and I? We’re not on good terms.”

“Why not? If you don’t mind me asking.”

He leans back in the chair and looks at me. “She’s not a good person. Her family... they're not good people.”

My brows furrow. “Then why did you date her?”

He snorts out a laugh. “Oh, I didn’t date her. I’d never date a girl like her.”

“Then how did you have a baby with her?” You're pushing Delaney. This is personal shit you don’t have any right to ask.

But Logan answers my question. “She would always hang around the parties my brothers and I went to. Her dad is the leader of a gang on the other side of town. She would deal for him, bringing the drugs that all the rich kids loved.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Not me, but a lot of my buddies. I’m not sure why, but she set her sights on me. She was good-looking and would flirt with me. I was nice back to her, but she wasn’t my type. Mostly, I didn't want to go down that road.

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