Chapter 5: First Contact – part 5
He’s right, Addison grudgingly admitted to herself. Thanks to her desire to rub his nose in things, Myers not only knew about the child but had forged a bond with the baby.
Addison felt her son stir as if he knew that he was near his… father. She still wrestled with the concept. It was one thing to hold it over Myers’ head; another to deal with it beyond the level of sperm donor. Why had Myers suddenly developed paternal intentions? Was he just playing games? Was he under orders from Daniel or one of the Chairmen? Perhaps Triptych was maneuvering Myers to help keep her in line, like Daniel had done with Ashlynn.
Whatever his motives, Myers was waiting for a reply. Keeping her voice cool and detached she said, “I can’t stop you at this point. Not without hurting you or him, and I don’t want to hurt him. But I have to know, why?”
The prat blinked. “What?”
“Why the interest? Why is it so important to be involved in our son’s life?” Addison absently rubbed her bump. “You were nothing more than a sperm donor, Myers. You didn’t care what happened to your sperm and you didn’t have any interest in the embryos that you helped create.” Neither did I, at first. Addison ignored the nagging voice. “So why do you care so much now?”
Because a father shouldn’t abandon his son. Although Shane knew that that was a good part of the reason, he wasn’t about to admit it to Harris. She already knew too much about him thanks to her introductory brain-diving. Instead he triple-checked his mental shields and replied, “Because he’ll be unique. Triptych knows this, and we know what they’re capable of. I’ll make sure he has a life outside of being Triptych’s toy.” That was all he’d planned to say, but something made Shane keep talking. “There won’t be any more children like him. None of the other embryos survived, and I’ve seen to it that the remainder of my… donation was destroyed.”
Although Shane kept his expression and emotions in check, inside he was roiling. He should have kept his mouth shut. Hopefully the fact that the baby was his as much as hers would prevent Harris from exploiting his weakness.
Addison managed to hold back a smirk. The hybrid freak was lonely. That weakness aside, why had he destroyed his genetic donation? Addison presumed fear or self-preservation. The chances of Myers developing a bit of conscience were slim to none.
Her son kicked in her womb, bringing Addison’s thoughts back to the conversation with his… father. “What exactly do you want, Myers? You want to be there from the beginning? Watch him come into the world, maybe cut the umbilical cord? Visitation rights? Six months ’round my place, six months ’round yours and we’ll divvy up the holidays in between?”
Shane had no idea how to reply. Harris’ bitchiness aside, he’d been so expecting a fight that he didn’t know exactly when or how often he wanted to see his son. Logic said to consult an expert. However, since Harris was the expert that was out of the question. He just had to answer intelligibly now. He had three months to work out the details.
“Yes, I intend to be there when my son is born,” Shane replied coolly. “I’ll need to see him every day, at least for a little while. He’s my son. I’ll help care for him.” As he said the words he began to realize how much he had to learn. The human genome was simple in comparison.