Logan

"Please make sure everything is in order. You can inform Scott or Bernard if anything arises. I'm currently out of the city, so it might be hard to reach me. Thank you." I ended the call and heaved a sharp breath. I had been on a call for about ten minutes, discussing things with one of the contractors. Taking a break from work had allowed me to relax, and now I was eager for us to finish the meeting. Funny, right?

The reason for my eagerness was Olivia. She's going through a lot. After we arrived at her grandma's house, she broke down in tears. It was hard to calm her down; she gets emotional too quickly. At some point, I used to give the excuse that it was because of her pregnancy. Now that she's in her last month, I want to be there with her at all costs.

Honestly, when her grandma reacted negatively to my presence, I was nervous and scared. I understood her anger was justified. Anyone would react that way seeing their daughter or granddaughter appear out of the blue with a baby bump and a man claiming to be her husband, whom they have no idea about.

I thought that after explaining, she'd calm down, but I can't seem to understand why she kept telling me to leave her daughter. It was as if there was another reason behind it. I am willing to do whatever it takes to make her accept me. I will get her blessing no matter what. I know how important the woman is to Olivia. I might not know much about Olivia's family, but I know the woman is Olivia's only family.
Just like Olivia is important to me.

I fished out my phone once again and dialed a number. "Hello, Dr. Norman. It's been a while," I said, my eyes briefly scanning the quiet neighborhood.

"Logan? It's really been a while. How have you been?" Dr. Norman's familiar voice replied.

"I think it would be better if you see me, then you'd know whether I've been good or not. Are you free this weekend?"

"You and your words. Um... I do have a seminar this Friday, but I'm free throughout the weekend. Are you coming over?"

"Yes," I answered shortly. Silence engulfed the line for a while before Dr. Norman's voice came through again.

"I won't say I'm not curious regarding this unexpected call. But until we see. You know the address," he said. I stared at my phone as I processed his last words. There was no way I would forget the address. Not even in my dreams.

"Are you going to stand outside all night?" I was snapped back to reality by Olivia's loud voice. She was standing at the door of the house with her hands on her waist. She looked like an old woman.

"Coming," I shouted back before slipping my phone back into my pocket and sauntering towards her.

"You seem to be enjoying your call today," she remarked, passing me a look, or should I say a glare.

A smile curved up at my lips as I closed the door behind me. "It was an important call; I had to take it."

"From the company," I added, noticing how she was squinting her eyes at me.

"By the way, you're looking good in these outfits," I commented, assessing her body.

Blush crept up her cheeks. "I know, right? I always look good in anything. These are for my grandma. If she finds out I wore one of her clothes, she'd rant."

"It suits you. You look like a pumpkin," I said without thinking. My smile instantly faded at the look Olivia cast my way.

"No... I didn't..."

"Get out!" She screamed.

"I won't!" I screamed back. Her eyes widened, probably not expecting me to charge back equally.

Her eyes scanned the room, which had little to no furniture around. Two sofas, an old TV set, a two-seater dining table, and some other items. The house was scanty, but it was okay for a normal person to live in. The neighboring houses doesn't look that bad also.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"Something to throw at you. I look like what? A pumpkin?" She said with a chuckle, which I knew was an annoyed one.

I took in a deep breath. I needed to do something to calm her down. I didn't know how the word 'pumpkin' had slipped out of my mouth. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean exactly like a pumpkin. It's..." I tried explaining.

"You're still mentioning the pumpkin. I knew it. You don't love me anymore. I've become an ugly woman. A buffalo, a pumpkin. I knew it," she said, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.

Damn! What do I do with her?

I slowly stepped forward and took hold of her hand. She was quick to jerk it away. "Don't touch me. Your wife is a pumpkin," she said amidst tears.

"No, you're not. I'm sorry." I took hold of her hand once again. This time around, she didn't object, but her face was turned toward the other side.

"I love you," I whispered hoping to break through her guard.

"It won't move me," she retorted, her voice still choked with emotion. She was playing hard to get.

"You don't love me?" I questioned, lifting up my brows. "Alright then." I released my hold on her wrist and proceeded to walk away when she held me back.

By all means, I wanted to laugh at the way she held my arms—or should I say the hem of my shirt—but I kept a calm face. "I didn't say I don't love you," she muffled out.

"You need to change out of this outfit. You've been wearing it since morning. It's unlike Logan Nero to wear an outfit for so long. Follow me." With that, she dragged me away towards the bedroom.

**

"Oh my God! What is this you're wearing!" Olivia burst out with laughter for the tenth time. She was even clutching her stomach while laughing at my outfit.

I hissed and threw her a glare. "Who gave me these clothes if not you!" I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

"You look like someone who came out from the farm." Olivia's laughter echoed through the room.

I watched her through the mirror, thinking of how to get back at her. I hadn't laughed at her outfit. She was even hurling insults at me for calling her a pumpkin, and yet, she's laughing at me. Great. I pulled off the shirt and threw it at her. "I'm not wearing it again," I hissed out, aiming for the door.

Olivia was quick on her feet. "Where are you going?" She asked, her eyes raking my naked chest.

"To get a more fitting clothes."

"In this hour of the night? And also like this?" She questioned, pointing a finger at me.

I took a step forward, folding my arms across my chest. "Why? Can't I walk around naked?" I took another step, and Olivia took a step back, her eyes slightly widening.

"My wife is laughing at my outfit, so I've got to go out and look for better ones."

"But all the shops are closed," she muffled out.

"I don't mind driving all the way to the city like this," I stated, and her eyes grew even wider. I took another step, and she took another, but there was no escape anymore. Her back collided with the door.

"Can you give me a way to pass? I have a long journey," I teased her. Her brows creased in confusion at my words. "You don't mean it?"

"I mean it. You can laugh however you want."

She heaved out a laugh before lightly pulling me off her. "I had to laugh because..." And she burst into another fit of laughter. I knew it. She wouldn't back down.

"Seriously, I should take a picture of you to show the family." She grabbed the shirt from the bed where I had thrown it and tossed it at me. "Wear it."

"You must be joking. You want the family to make a portrait of me and hang it on the wall."

"I would love that," she grinned. "Go on. Wear it." She ushered.

I didn't answer her and instead marched toward the bed and hopped on. Olivia shot me a questioning look. I patted the empty space next to me. "Come here."

She rolled her eyes in return, but I could see the blush on her cheeks. My cute wife. "And do what?" She said in a low voice.

"I want to feel your warmth and our baby's warmth."

Her lips curved up. "Well, since you insist, I have no choice." I couldn't help but shake my head at her behavior. Olivia hopped into bed and occupied the spot. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to my body.

"Stop playing hard to get," I whispered, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her forehead.

"I had to. To tempt you," she answered, snuggling more into my body. "I'm sorry for laughing at you. You're not looking bad though."

"Your husband always looks good in everything."

She lifted her head to meet my gaze. "No matter what, we are in this together," she said.

"Definitely." I kissed her briefly on the lips. "Let's sleep. We have to wake up early tomorrow to open up your grandma's restaurant."

Olivia nodded her head and snuggled into my body. "Goodnight, Logan."