My life is in shambles.
Those words were ringing through my head as I danced at my senior prom with the boy who was supposed to be my boyfriend. The boy who everyone in school thought was the father of the baby girl growing inside me. The boy I was supposed to be in love with.
All I could think about though, was Logan.
Logan, Logan, Logan.
I winced as the baby inside of me kicked viciously. Asher smiled down at my swollen belly as we swayed on the dancefloor. "I think someone wants a little more attention."
Still wincing, I forced a smile. "Well this someone needs to use the restroom. Bad." I prayed to whatever higher power there may be that that he wouldn't be able to tell I was lying.
"Okay," Asher whispered in my ear. He then leaned down to kiss me for the first time all night. His breath tasted like cheap whiskey and it was enogh to make my delicate stomach do a flip. As the nausea came over me, I pushed him backwards.
"You didn't bother to tell me that you were drinking?" I hissed, my head spinning viciously.
Raising his hands as if in surrender, Asher said, "Sorry babe! I forgot that you couldn't stand to be around alcohol anymore, being prego and all."
Pissed off, I retorted, "Yeah, well I guess you forgot that the cops are searching everyone's cars too!"
"Char, I'm sorry! But it wasn't me who brought it. Some of the guys brought it up. I swear on the baby's life!" he said, as if his pathetic excuse would fix things. He knew that I knew he was a sucker for the booze.
I choked on a gasp at the last sentence he said. "I'm going to the bathroom," I muttered, stalking off with the skirt of my black chiffron gown dragging on the ground. As I passed by a group of girls sitting around on the garden patio, they immediately stopped their conversations so they could stare at me. Rolling my eyes, I continued walking.
"I don't know what Asher sees in her," said the voice of Jamie DeWart. "And I seriously hope he doesn't end up marrying that slut. Even if it is his baby. Which I seriously doubt it is." A chorus of laughs followed. It didn't matter. I was used to girls giving me shit all the time. Somehow all their boyfriends couldn't stop checking out my ass or trying to get me into a threesome. But even in the complete hell-hole known as my high school, there was one person I knew I could trust.
Lea.
Sweet, caring, beautiful Lea. We'd been friends for the longest time and I could depend her for anything. She was the one person I could trust. The one person, other than my family, who knew the truth about my baby.
Just as I entered the mansion where the prom was being held, I ended up running smack into Lea. "There you are!" she exclaimed, smoothing the skirt of her short, yet elegant cocktail gown. "Come with me!" She dragged me by the arm down the corridors of the mansion. Our heels clicked the entire way down the halls.
"Umm, Lea? What the fuck is going on?" I asked. We'd stopped in front of a set of double doors that I assumed led to the mansion's first floor library.
Placing a calming hand on my arm, Lea sighed. "I told him that you didn't want to see him, but he insisted that it's important."
My heart started to thump faster. My daughter began to kick restlessly in my belly.
Logan, Logan, Logan.
"Umm, Charlie? Could you stop digging trenches into my arm, please?" Looking down at Lea's arm, I saw that my nails had dug into her skin.
"Listen, you need to know something: he's still in love with you. And you're for sure still in love with him," she said, gesturing to her arm. "Go in there and tell him the truth."
I looked at her like she was crazy. "Lea, he left me to go back to his wife. I was stupid to think that he actually loved me. Let's face it: I was sixteen when I met him. He was twenty-five. Now, even though I'm eighteen, I was just a fling for him. Let's face it, hooking up with the married med-student was the worst idea I've ever had." I paused. "Even if I told him about the baby it wouldn't change anything. I'd still be the underage, dirty mistress."
"He has a right to know though."
"I can't go in there and tell him that!"
"Charlie Montgomery, get your preggo ass in that room and tell him the truth!" Lea whisper-shouted.
"But-"
"Go!"
Huffing, I watched as Lea danced back down the hallway and disappeared around the corner. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to the library. On the other side of the room, standing before the empty fireplace, was an exceedingly handsome man in his late twenties. He was dressed in black dress pants, black dress shoes, and a white button down shirt that was undone at the collar. His dark brown hair was cut close to his head and his clean-shaven face was filled with grief. His tall, muscular frame was hunched over slightly as he stared blankly into the empty fireplace.
"Hello Logan," I said softly, shutting the door behind me. Turning around abruptly, his dark brown eyes instantly met my sapphire blue ones.
"Char..." he replied, his eyes straying down to my pregnant belly. His voice was filled with pain. "How have you-"
I held up my hand. "What do you want, Logan?" I didn't care how much I wanted to run into his arms and let him say I'd be his forever. I was not backing down.
His expression darkened. When he spoke again, his voice was hard. "I want to know... I want to know who the baby's father is."
My throat felt like it might close up. "Why?" I asked, avoiding his question and his gaze. "Why would I share private information with you?" He didn't answer because I didn't let him. "You left me Logan! You abandoned me to go back to Lisa! I may have just been a fling to you, but you were not just a fling to me!" I shouted, all my pent up rage spilling out of my mouth. I felt tears burning from behind my eyes.
Now Logan's face looked like a thundercloud. "You think I thought of you as a fling? You think that I stayed with you for two years, risking my career and my freedom, for a fling? If I was not a fling to you then why do seem to know me so little?" Swallowing hard, I watched him continue. "I had no choice but to go back to Lisa. She was going to destroy you. She was going to do eveything humanly possible to make sure that you were miserable for the rest of your life. I thought that if I went back to her that you would find someone else and be happy!" Pausing to laugh darkly, he added, "And I see that you found happiness! You went off and got yourself knocked up with someone else's child!" His voice broke. "That should be my baby! You should be with me!"
In despair, he fell into one of the armchairs in the library and put his head in his hands. Against my mind's warnings, I walked over to him and put my hand against his cheek. He looked up at me with eyes that I'd never seen him have before. His eyes were wet with tears.
"Put your hand here," I told him, pointing at my stomach.
"What-"
"Just do it!" I said rolling my eyes in exasperation. Hesitantly, Logan placed his hands on my stomach. Just as his hands reached there, my daughter began to kick. His face looked startled for a moment. When she kicked again, I murmured, "She knows who her father is."
Logan looked at me then as if he didn't believe me. Then he stood up on his feet and pulled me into him as far as he could with my stomach being as large as it was, and kissed me. His lips were warm and gentle at first, but they turned scorching and passionate in a matter of seconds. My arms wrapped around his neck and I felt as though my body was on fire.
When he pulled his lips away, his arms were still around my back holding me agianst him. He asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"The day I came to tell you was the day you told me you were leaving," I responded, holding his shirt collar tightly, hoping I would never have to let go.
Smiling, Logan bent down and kissed my lips, reigniting the fire that had been burned out six months earlier. "I'll never leave you again. You or our daughter." And without another word, Logan pulled me into the most heartfelt kiss we'd ever shared. Inside me, our daughter started kicking like there was no tomorrow.
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