Page 57 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

The words echoed off the walls, swallowing all the noises between us. The room spun around several times, and I am sure I must have misheard her—I had to. It is the only possible explanation for whatever I thought I heard her say. How can she even say that to me?

"Won't you say anything?" Harper asked with a tinge of growing frustration.

"Say anything like what?" I responded, clearly not grasping whatever it was that she meant by what she said.

"I just told you she was our kid—"

I chuckled. "That doesn't make any sense. How is that—" I stopped abruptly as it suddenly hit me, and I recalled the first time I slept with Harper six years ago. "Don't tell me….." I trailed off, confused, as I got to my feet, pacing. "How old is she?" I asked, turning to Harper, who studied me carefully.

"She'll be six years old in August."

Fuck! "She's mine?" it was rhetorical, and Harper nodded in affirmation.

"I found out I was pregnant nearly two months after that night, and only about 3 days after you left."

I sunk into the bed, realization hit me like a concrete rock. I have a kid. My eyes shot to Harper. "How come you never told me?" I asked, holding her gaze.

"Because you left," she said. "Logan, you weren't there, so how could I have told you I was pregnant."

"Oh! Come on. You make it sound like you couldn't have emailed me."

"And say what exactly. You left me! What was I supposed to think or do!"

"You were supposed to tell me, regardless! It's a child Harper!" I raised my voice, the rage coursing through my veins. "How could you keep something as important as that for six years? How could you?!" I almost screamed, jumping to my feet.

"I'm sorry," Harper replied softly. "It wasn't my intention, but I didn't know what to do. I was too young, and you had just left. I was confused and hurt—"

"So?"

"So??" she repeated, raising her voice. "You make it sound like it was so simple. How do you think I felt—"

"How do you think I feel?" I cut in, and there was a long pause. "I lost six years with her. I never even knew I had a kid. You stole that from me."

"I stole that from you?" Harper echoed, her eyes flaring with anger.

"Yes! You did!" I screamed, my frustration boiling over. I had every reason to be mad. How could she have hidden something this big from me all this time? It was hurtful.

Harper stepped back. Surprise etched on her face. "What about what you stole from me? Have you ever thought about that?" she questioned aggressively. Her voice was loud, echoing through the room.

"What?" I raised a brow, utterly confused. "I never stole anything from you!" I yelled, my voice mirroring her intensity.

"Is that what you think? You stole six years of my life too, Logan. Don't you even see that?"

Her words hit me in the gut. Did I?

"How?" I threw my hands in the air, slowly losing my temper. "Come on, tell me. How did I steal six years of your life from you?"

"How?" she enunciated. "What do you think I did for the past six years? Tell me?"

An exasperated sigh escaped my lips. I shook my head and let out a cold chuckle. "You can't even answer a single question, yet I must answer yours. That's fucking great, Harp."

"Answer the question, Logan," she demanded, her voice stern.

"Of course," I mumbled under my breath. "What question?" I asked with a half-shrug, my tone dripping with sarcasm, but she ignored it or didn't catch it—It was hard to say.

"What. Do. You. Think. I. Spent. The. Last. Six. Years. Of. My. Life. Doing?" Her words were sharp, each one punctuated by her steps as she moved closer.

“You walked away, and went on to pursue your dreams. You never looked back. Now look at the career you have: big, rich, baseball star, with all your money and fame… You got to live your dreams and had no problem disregarding your old life.” She said- her eyes were bloodshot and teary, haunting me. I could barely hold her gaze.

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