A bad father

«I wasn't there to help you. I am a bad father and, consequently, a bad person,» Nate pointed out.

«No,» Lara said, shaking her head against his chest. «You are not, Nate. How could you be there, after all?»

«If you can't make it a fault for me, then why are you pledging yourself guilty?»

She blinked, surprised. Why? Because it was her role. She had to think about her cubs and make sure they had everything they needed without getting distracted by something as mundane as music, movies, or even fashion.

«It is my fault if you weren't there, now that I think about it,» she chuckled. Things would have been so different if only she had stayed in that warm bed.

Her mother wouldn't have been displeased if she knew who the man she slept with was. She wouldn't have needed to bring the twins up alone. And, maybe, she would have been married and with a family, just like in her dreams.