Mixed by Lane Martin

Author:Lane Martin [Martin , Lane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lane Martin
Published: 2018-02-04T16:00:00+00:00

“You’re not my brother,” Chris stated before sinking into a seat across from me. He looked exactly like an older version of his brother.

“No.” Chris smiled at my obviously pregnant belly.

“I never thought the kid would have a family.” Neither did he. The comment physically pained me. Logan had already been through so much, and yet he wanted to be a part of my life and the baby’s. As hurt as I had been by it, he had snickered when he read the onesie that said: “he thinks he’s my dad.” He kissed away my tears and told me “DNA doesn’t make you a parent.” I didn’t think it was possible to love him more than I already did, I was wrong. At that moment, I knew I had to do something, anything to prove just how much he mattered to me. He couldn’t face his brother so I would do it for him. I didn’t correct Chris because he wasn’t wrong. Logan did have a family, just not in the way he assumed.

“I’m Libby. Your letter stated you needed to speak with your brother. That it was important.”

“So, he sent his old lady?” Old? Big brother wasn’t making any points with me. I didn’t need this shit. Neither did Logan.

“Say what you have to say, or I’m leaving.” We gave each other the stare down. If it weren’t for a backache I was suffering I could have glared him down all day.

“Looks like he got himself a feisty one.” Chris threw his head back in laughter. I started to get up, which was no easy task. “Don’t go." He pleaded when he realized how determined I was not to take his crap.

“Fine, but start talking.” Honestly, if the Braxton Hicks contractions I’d been having weren’t so painful, I would have just got up and left.

“I need Logan’s help.” I was afraid of this. He must have heard something about his brother’s success, and now he wanted something, money more than likely. “Hold your horse’s mama. It’s not what you think.” I was born at night, but it wasn’t last night. He reached into the pocket of his jail-issued uniform and placed a worn-out picture on the table between us. “This is my daughter. Her name is Clara. She’s ten years old, and she needs her uncle.” Holy shit, those were the last words I ever expected to come out of his mouth. Pain radiated through me.

“I need to go.” I struggled to get up. The same guard who had been so kind to me came over to help me.

“Please just call her caseworker.” Caseworker? He slid a piece of paper in my direction. I grasped it tightly to my chest and waddled out of the jail as fast as I could. Brit was hot on my tail.

“You are scaring the shit out of me Libby. What did he say? Do I need to go in and murder that fucker?” I don’t know how I even managed to call a car.

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