Page 67 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

"It's ok mom" she shrugged a little.

"Are you mad?"

"No. I am happy that now I met him."

"He never knew about you. He had to leave before I knew I was pregnant, and I….I was so mad that he left and so…." I trailed off.

"So you didn't tell him," she finished.

I nodded. "I'm sorry. If I had told him, you probably wouldn't have had to grow up with just me."

"What's wrong with just you?" Cassie frowned. "You're the best mom I could have ever had, and I'm glad it was you."

I grinned.

"So…You're sure you’re not mad at me?"

Cassie shook her head. "I am a little, but it's nothing a bowl of ice cream can't fix," she pointed out, and we both laughed.

I pulled her into my arms, hugging her tightly. "I was worried you wouldn't forgive me," I admitted, stroking her hair as I released her.

"You know you are my world sweetie," I kissed her forehead.

"So what now?" Cassie asked.

"Should we go see….your Dad and have him buy the ice cream instead?" The words sent joy through my entire body. It felt nice to be able to say those words to her, and I could tell Cassie felt the same. Her smile deepened.

"Sure. Let's go," she agreed, and we left the room.

We stepped out of the room and met Logan in the corridor, about to enter his room. "Hey," he chimed, turning to us. "Where are you guys off to?"

"We were coming to see you."

"Me?" Logan questioned.

I nodded. "I told Cassie."

"Oh!" Logan's eyes darted to her. "You must be mad at me."

"No. I thought it might be you.." Cassie responded and hugged his legs. "I'm really glad that it's you," Cassie said, and Logan pulled away, crouching and giving her a proper hug.

"I'm glad it's you, too," he tightened his arms around her, squeezing her to him before releasing her. "So you're not mad?"

"Not really."

"Not really?" he cocked his head, curling a brow.

"It's nothing an ice cream can't fix."

Logan laughed hard. "Sure. Let's get you an ice cream then," he said, taking her hand.

I took her other hand, and we walked down the corridor. "Anyways, what did you mean by, you thought it might be me?" Logan asked as we walked.

"It means she wasn't surprised."

"Wow! What made you suspect it?"

"My mom has a picture of you in her memory box."

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