thanks.â
She sat cross-legged in the overstuffed chair across from him.
Since he saw no reason not to get right to the point, he asked, âSo you thought it was okay to have my child and not tell me?â
âWhen you heard that I was pregnant, you could have asked,â she said.
âI shouldnât have had to.â
She shrugged, as if she saw nothing wrong with her actions. âLike I said, I didnât think you would care. In fact, I thought you would probably be happier not knowing. You made it pretty clear that you didnât want a family. If I had told you, what would you have done? Would you have risked your career to claim him?â
He honestly didnât know, which he couldnât argue legitimized her point. But this wasnât just about how it would affect his career. There were other factors to consider, things she didnât know about him. Still, he wouldhave liked the opportunity to make that decision himself. âEither way it was my choice to make, not yours.â
âIf you didnât have time for me, how could you have time for a child?â
It wasnât just about not having time. She might not have understood it, she probably never would, but he did her a favor when he ended their affair. She made him drop his guard, lose control, and with a man like him that could only spell trouble. He just wasnât relationship material. Not the kind of relationship she needed anyway. The kind she deserved . She was too passionate and full of life. Tooâ¦sweet. She didnât need him dragging her down.
âWhat you really mean is,â he said, âI hurt you, and this was your way to hurt me back?â
âThat isnât what I said.â
No, but he could see that heâd hit a nerve.
âThis is getting us nowhere,â she said. âIf you want to talk about Max, fine. But if you came here to point fingers, you might as well leave.â
He leaned forward. âYou could at least have the decency, the courage, to admit you may have made a mistake.â
âI did what I thought was best for my baby. For everyone .â She paused, then added grudgingly, âBut I wonât deny that I was hurt and confused and maybe not considering everyoneâs feelings.â
Nathan figured that was about as close to an admission of guilt, or an apology, as he was going to get. And she was right: pointing fingers would get them nowhere. Neither would flying off the handle. The only way to discuss this was calmly and rationally. And considering her tendency to leap to the defensive, he was going to have to be the sensible one. In short, he considered how his father would handle the situation, then did the exact opposite.
He swallowed his bitterness, and a fairly large chunkof his pride, and said, âLetâs forget about placing blame, or who wronged who, and why donât you tell me about my son.â
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âFirst, why donât you tell me what you plan to do now that you know about him,â Ana said. There would be no point in him learning about a son he had no intention of seeing. Although he did seem to want to handle this in a civilized manner, and she was grateful. Though she could take whatever he could dish out and then some, it was always more fun not to be verbally drawn and quartered.
âTo be honest, Iâm not sure what I plan to do,â he said. âIâm still trying to process this.â
âYouâre worried about how it will affect your career?â
âOf course thatâs a concern.â
âIt shouldnât be. Heâs your son. You should love and accept him unconditionally. If you canât do that, thereâs no room in his life for you.â
âThatâs a little harsh, donât you think?â
âNo, I donât. Heâs my responsibility and I know whatâs best for him. And unless youâre willing to claim him as your child, and carve out a