Olivia

I could feel his gaze as he followed me downstairs out of Jamie's apartment. I didn't know what has gotten into me that I lash out on him. At some point, I needed someone to let out my anger on. Some part of me wants him to care even if not for me. At least for the baby.

I know there's no way he will leave there without me not with the way his eye danced with sadness after my outburst. At least he would drive me home for the sake of his so called reputation.

The night was already mingling with the clouds of midnight. There are barely taxi passing by. "Get in the car" I heard him say. I pretended as if I didn't hear him until he said it again.

I rolled my eyes before walking towards the car. As I got in the car, I could feel the tension thickening in the air. The silence between us was suffocating, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. I slid into the passenger seat, avoiding eye contact with Logan.

The engine roared to life, breaking the silence with its familiar hum. I glanced out the window, watching the city lights blur into streaks of color as we drove through the night. The rhythmic sound of raindrops tapping against the windshield added to the melancholic atmosphere.

We drove in silence, the weight of our argument hanging heavily between us. The streets were deserted, mirroring the emptiness I felt inside. A part of me wanted to break the silence, to bridge the gap that had formed between us, but another part of me was filled with anger and hurt.

Finally, Logan broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry"

I was quite surprised at his outburst not expecting him to apologize. "I didn't mean to upset you, Olivia. I just... I have a lot on my plate right now, and I didn't handle things well."

I clenched my jaw, fighting back tears that threatened to spill over. "It's not just about you, Logan. I'm going through this too. I never asked for any of this, but here we are."

He sighed, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "I know, Olivia. I know I've been selfish, and I'm sorry. I should have been more understanding and supportive. I promise I'll try to do better."

I turned my gaze towards him, studying his expression. There was a mix of regret and sincerity in his eyes that tugged at my heartstrings. Despite the anger, I couldn't deny the flicker of hope that ignited within me.

"I don't want us to keep fighting like this," I admitted, my voice barely audible. "We're going to have a child together, and we need to figure things out."

Logan nodded, his eyes filled with remorse. "You're right. Let's try to find a way to make this work, for the sake of our child."

As the car rolled to a stop in front of a convenience store, I shot my eyes towards Logan with a questioning look. "What are we doing here?"

"Don't tell me you plan to go back home on an empty stomach" he said withdrawing the seat belt. My inside swell up with excitement at the thought of him getting me something to eat but I kept on a stern face instead. "I didn't say I'm hungry" I muffled out turning my face outside.

A chuckle found its way out of him making me to glare at him. "Even if I am, you should ask me what I want to eat. There are some things that are not good for the baby"

This time around his chuckle widened. "That means you're really hungry"

"No I'm not. I'm just-" And that was when my stomach decided to disgrace me and make a sound. I did eat at Jamie's when she made a special pasta as she insisted topping it with a music all to cheer me up. Don't know why I'm feeling hungry again.

Logan shook his head with a light smile, I didn't miss to notice the dimples on his cheeks. Olivia pull your shits together. You're not here to check him out. He closed the door back snapping me out of my trance. "Tell me. What do you want to eat?" He questioned adjusting his sitting position the way he was facing me.

I took a moment to compose myself, reminding myself that I needed to focus on what was best for the baby. With a deep breath, I began listing out the food items that I deemed suitable for my current condition.

"Well, I could go for a fresh salad with lots of greens and some grilled chicken," I replied, trying to be specific yet mindful of my dietary needs. "And maybe some fruit, like sliced watermelon or grapes. Oh, and a bottle of water too, to stay hydrated."

Logan's eyes went wide. "You're going to eat all what you listed?"

I formed my lips into a thin line. "I'm not really the one that will eat it. You know...."
I trialed off.

"The baby" I sense his hesitation. "Never mind if it's too much for you. I can just sleep like that" I pouted folding my arms across my chest.

"I'm sorry. I know it's for the baby. I'm just worried about you getting-"

"About me getting fat right? I knew it. You want me to be slim like a stick"

His eyes slightly went wide. And maybe unknowingly he didn't know he grabbed my hand. "That's not what I mean. You will get that all. I know a restaurant nearby" with that he roared the engine to life. A smile found its way out of me the fact that, I was able to make him listen to me.

As we drove to the nearby restaurant, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. It seemed like Logan was finally understanding my perspective and taking my needs into consideration. I glanced at him, noticing the determination in his eyes as he focused on the road.

The restaurant was cozy and inviting, with soft lighting and a warm ambiance. We found a table near the window, and I took a moment to appreciate the pleasant surroundings. It felt good to be out, away from the tension and uncertainty that had filled the air earlier.

Logan handed me a menu, and I scanned it, looking for options that would satisfy my cravings while also considering the nutritional requirements for the baby. As I made my selection, I couldn't help but notice Logan observing me.

"Are you sure that's enough?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

I smiled reassuringly. "Yes, it's just the right amount. I want to make sure I'm taking care of both myself and the baby."

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm glad to hear that"

The meal arrived after a while. My stomach getting more impatient at the sight of the food. That was when I realized how hungry I was. I wasted no time in digging in not caring about the look Logan kept advancing at me.

"Take it easy" he said making me to look up at him. I gulped down a glass of water.

"Want to have a taste?" He shook his head. "No I'm fine. Enjoy. Finish up let's get going. It's getting close to 12am"

"I know. The family" I muffled out.

"It's not really about the family. I just don't want you to be outside at this hour. At least you should keep the baby warm indoors"

I paused mid-bite, my fork hovering in the air as his words sank in. It was a small yet significant gesture of concern, one that touched me deeply. Despite our differences and the challenges we faced, there was a part of Logan that genuinely cared about my well-being and the well-being of our baby.

"You're right," I replied softly, setting my fork down. "The baby's health and safety are my top priority. I appreciate your concern."

I took out my phone and scroll through my instagram as I waited for Logan outside while he went on to pay the bills.

Alex and Emily's picture flashed before the screen. My hand wants to scroll down but my heart push me to check the comment section. All the comments were hearts and emojis and well wishing. Some part of me was sad at the fact that Alex is happy with his new lover. At some point, I felt a pang of regret. Nothing of this would've happened if Alex and I didn't break up.

"Let's go" Logan ushered behind me and I quickly turned off the light of the phone slipping it back to my bag.

As I slipped my phone back into my bag, I couldn't shake off the mixed emotions that surfaced within me. Seeing Alex and Emily's picture had stirred up old memories and regrets. It was a stark reminder of the path not taken, the life that could have been if things had worked out differently.

But dwelling on what-ifs and past mistakes wouldn't do me any good. I needed to focus on the present and the future, especially now that I was carrying another life within me.

As we made our way to the car, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Logan. His expression was unreadable, but I sensed a certain tension lingering between us.

As we drove back home, the silence enveloped us once again. I stared out of the window, lost in my thoughts. The glow of streetlights passed by in a blur, casting fleeting shadows on my face. I wonder about the path I had chosen and the challenges that lay ahead.

When we finally arrived back at the house, I stepped out of the car and took a deep breath, trying to calm the swirl of emotions within me. This was a new beginning, a chance to redefine my life and create a nurturing environment for my child.

As I walked through the hallway towards our door, Logan's voice broke through the silence. "Get some rest. Goodnight"

I nodded my head in answer as I watched him unlock his door and got in. "Goodnight" I muffled out before getting inside my own room.

Inside the quiet confines of my room, I took a moment to reflect on the events of the evening. The rollercoaster of emotions, the tensions, and the glimpses of understanding between Logan and me. It had been an exhausting day, both physically and emotionally.

As I lay in bed, the rhythmic sound of my breathing gradually eased my mind. I surrendered myself to the embrace of sleep, allowing it to wash away the worries and uncertainties that had plagued me throughout the day.