"You're pregnant?"
I closed my eyes, waiting.
For what?
I didn't know.
His hand moved over my belly, a fingertip bumped against my bellybutton that had just started to poke out where it had always been an indent before.
Instead of pulling away from me, he moved closer.
The heat at my back got warmer.
And I felt his breath against my neck.
How many times had I imagined this very moment, but not like this.
Not when I was pregnant with someone else's baby.
"You want to tell me about it?"
About the hell I'd been through since he left?
How would I even begin to tell him about it all?
"Your father sent me your wedding photo."
And that's when my brain stopped working.
"I think he wanted me to know that you were out of my reach. Not just that you were out of my physical reach, but you belonged to someone else and I didn't have a chance to get you back."
"Did you..." I started to swallow the question and kept quiet.
"Did I what?" He shifted on the bed behind me and suddenly I felt the cool air of the room against my neck.
I made up my mind not to look at him.
I didn't want to see disappointment.
Or pity.
When I felt his hand on my arm, I steeled myself to resist. I wanted to hide a little longer.
Logan didn't try to turn me to face him.
Instead, he climbed over me and put his back to the wall.
He didn't talk.
Instead, he reached his hand out and stopped just short of touching me.
"Can I?"
I looked up for a moment and saw that his eyes weren't on my face, but my belly.
"Sure," I nodded, knowing I couldn’t hide it from him.
He lowered his hand to my belly and smoothed the fabric from my dress back toward my hip. It made it easier to see my belly that way.
