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I give him a skeptical look. "You mean to say that during those months of neglecting your relationship, you were actually cheating on Anya with other women?”
He raises his hands defensively. “Don’t judge me, bro.”
“I’d like to, but I don’t have time to waste on you.” I huff out an exhale.
He rolled his eyes, “So she wouldn’t say who the father is?”
I shake my head, my mind racing with unanswered questions.
My brother skewers me with a surprised look. “Why do you even care who her baby daddy is, man?”
“You’re curious too. I wonder why,” I retort calmly.
“She’s my ex, obviously.” he says.
“Key word, ex-girlfriend. Sounds like you have as much right over Anya as I do, which is zero.” I should be treading carefully, but I’m a little more worried about Kira being my daughter than I am about Spencer finding out what type of relationship I had with Anya in the past.
My heart aches at the thought of missing out on Kira's growth. The mere idea of not being there for her prenatal period, her birth, her first walk, her first word fills me with profound regret. Not because I do not want Kira as my daughter - quite the opposite. I would be consumed with self-loathing if I were to miss these precious moments. This little girl deserves a devoted father, and despite my personal reservations, I will make sure to step up and fulfill that role for her, if she were mine.
“Does the little girl look like me?”
I ignore Spencer’s question. I can’t share the raging thoughts in my head with him because I have no freaking idea how he’ll take it. My brother can be quite intense sometimes. Dealing with him won’t be fun.
Leaning back in my seat, I finish my soda. I think I’ve been able to piece the puzzle together. The date, the uncanny resemblance, the father who doesn’t know she is his; there’s no way all of it is just a coincidence.
Based on the passionate kiss we shared earlier, it's highly unlikely that Anya slept with another man within a few days after she slept with me. Therefore, it's safe to say that the child is mine.
CHAPTER 13
Anya
Irub my forehead and bite back a cry of frustration. The doorbell just rang, and I had finally managed to get Kira to sleep. Whoever is at the door better hope I am in a good mood or else they might not make it out alive.
Thankfully, Kira only stirs but does not fully wake. I trudge to the front door and throw it open, it’s the person I least expect.
“What are you doing here?” I ask dryly. Spencer still has the oddest timing in the universe. I’m actually surprised he came to visit. I haven’t seen him around since dinner on my first night here.
He smiles. Two years ago my knees would have buckled just seeing the glint in his eyes, but I’m tired, cranky, and he’s managing to make me agitated as well. “I came to see how you’re doing, or am I not allowed to do that?”
I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for him to say something a little more reasonable. He just stares at me like a kid begging for cookies on Halloween. “Is that all?”
“Pretty much so.”
I scoff. “Good. As you can see, I’m alive and well. I hope that satiates your curiosity.”
He holds out a hand just as I’m about to shut the door. “Anya, wait!”
I roll my eyes. “What now?”
“Are you still angry about what happened between us?” he asks in a tone that annoys the crap out of me.
“Should I be happy then?” My fists clench. I mentally calculate how close I’ll have to be to punch him in the face. The guy’s head somehow works slower than a sloth climbing a tree.
He lets out a sigh, clearly frustrated. "I was hoping you would have moved on by now, considering how much time has passed."
"Move on?" I scoff and shake my head. "No one just gets over being betrayed and deceived. And that's not even the issue here. I'm exhausted right now; perhaps we can discuss this another time, but I doubt I'll ever have the energy for it."
“Anya—”
