Page 65 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

"I slept pretty well too."

"That's good."

"Yeah," I muttered. A brief silence, but I didn't let it last for too long. "How is Cassie?"

"She's good," she answered and then laughed. "She told me last night that she thinks you look like Prince Charming."

It was my turn to laugh. "She's adorable."

"Yeah, she is, and she seems to like you a lot."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, she's in there waiting to have breakfast with you. She looks very excited," Harper told me, a sense of gladness in her voice as she settled on the couch.

"Are you saying that to make me feel better?" I asked, returning to my seat.

"No," she paused. "Maybe a little, but it's the truth. She does like you."

It was gladdening which made things feel easier. "Okay," I smiled. "Anyways, we should probably talk about everything that happened yesterday. But first, I would like to—"

"I'm sorry," Harper interjected, and the rest of my words fell to the wind. I held her gaze without uttering a single word, and she continued. Her voice was soft, her words slow and steady. "I'm sorry for not telling you about her sooner. I know I should have, but I was so mad at you when I saw you again. I was mad that you abandoned me, and I just let that sway me from telling you about Cassie. I know it was unfair, regardless of the why, and I'm sorry."

She sighed heavily, her eyes wandering around the room a bit before fixing on me. "Last night, seeing you with Cassie…Watching how the two of you got along with each other so easily. I just….I felt so guilty, thinking of everything she had missed out on because of me and everything you missed out on. Because I didn't tell you—"

"It wasn't your fault," it was my turn to cut her off. "I honestly wish it was your fault so I can at least have someone to blame, but it wasn't. None of it was," I cut her off swiftly, catching her eyes.

"It's my fault and mine alone."

Chapter Thirty-One

Harper

I leaned against the couch, observing Logan as he spoke. "I actually wanted to apologize for the way I acted yesterday, but as always, you beat me to it," Logan admitted with a light chuckle. "I'm sorry for the way I reacted yesterday. I was hurt, but still, it wasn't fair to you. I never should have gotten upset like that, not after everything you have gone through—" —which I do not pretend to know or have any clue about," he quickly added.

"I'm sorry for how everything turned out and all the things you went through because of me and the choices I made. I'm sorry you had to raise her alone. I'm sorry I wasn't there…." the list went on.

Logan kept apologizing for everything he could think of, and I appreciate it. I appreciated him. It felt nice to see the sincerity in his eyes. I left the couch and joined him at the edge of the bed. His eyes followed me, and there was a moment of silence as I sat next to him, facing him.

Logan turned, facing me as he mumbled. "I can never really make up for everything you went through, but I need you to know that you don't need to be alone anymore. I want to be there for our daughter. I want Cassie to get to know me. I want her to know that I'm her—"

I cut him off, slamming my lips against his, parting his lips with mine, and wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. I pulled him closer and kissed him passionately. The kiss was slow and gentle and lasted for a while before I broke it, releasing my grip from around his neck. Our lips were still an inch apart when Logan ran a finger down my face, his finger lingering beneath my chin.

"—Dad," he finished.

"Huh?" I sounded, creasing a brow. I was a little lost.

"I want her to know I'm her Dad. You didn't let me finish before," he said, and I chuckled.

"You're unbelievable," I rolled my eyes.

"I'm serious."

"I know, and I'll tell her, okay? I'll tell her today, right after breakfast."

"Okay," he whispered with a smile.

"Speaking of breakfast, we should go. Cassie is waiting," I said, getting to my feet.

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