He doesn’t know he’s missing my wedding! And maybe he would care if he knew. Maybe if…I mean…I don’t…” My body crumpled, but Logan was there to catch me, as he always was.
“Hey, look at me.” He tipped my chin up, wiping my tears with his thumbs.
I heaved out an exhausted sigh, shaking my head. “I just need…I…I need to go say goodnight to Oliver.”
Logan released me without another word, allowing me the reprieve I needed.
Chapter 10
By the time I reached Oliver’s bedroom door, I’d pulled myself together. I read him one of his favorite stories, then answered a few questions about the wedding plans before tucking him in and saying goodnight with a kiss to his forehead.
Part of me wanted to search out Logan and fall into his lap to talk out every emotion I was feeling, but another part—the side that won—told me to take a hot bath and try to clear my head. I was too emotionally and mentally drained for an actual conversation, and I knew a bath would help relax me. So even though it took all my energy, I climbed into the water and allowed my eyes to close.
I woke with a start not long after, splashing water over the edge of the tub as I whipped my head from side to side, familiarizing myself with where I was. With a heavy sigh, I stood and grabbed a towel to wrap around myself, then headed into the bedroom.
Logan had left his white dress shirt from work on the chair in the corner, so I dried just enough to slip it on before crawling under the blankets. The bedside clock read nine fifteen, which meant Logan was probably in his office. He usually spent time in there before bed.
We needed to talk—especially considering the way I’d run out on the conversation earlier. But since he hadn’t come to me, he must’ve wanted to give me space, so that’s exactly what I took. I didn’t wait up, surrendering to exhaustion as my heavy eyelids fell shut.
As the bright rays of the risen sun sneaked through the blinds, I woke the next morning to find I was still alone. I sat up, brushing my hair over my shoulder as a sense of discontent set in. It was a few minutes past eight and the house was silent, Oliver’s chatter and footsteps noticeably absent.
As much as I appreciated Logan giving me time alone, this was a bit much. I hurried to wash my face and brush my teeth, throwing on a robe before heading down to the kitchen.
The first thing I noticed aside from the confirmation that I was, in fact, alone was a note on the counter. I read it twice, my barely awake mind confused.
Logan had to leave on a sudden business trip, and had taken Oliver to his mother’s house. Enjoy the peace and quiet to finalize plans, and call if you need me , it finished.
I slumped down into a dining chair and placed the note on the table in front of me, as well as my elbows to brace my pounding head resting in my hands.
Something felt off. Going out of town without saying goodbye, or letting me give Oliver a hug? Not normal or acceptable procedures for a family. Was I marrying into a loop I’d just been left out of?
Concerned and equally aggravated, I ran to the foyer where I’d left my phone and grabbed it, dialing Logan. My foot tapped in an impatient rhythm as I waited for him to answer. But he didn’t; his voicemail taunted me with his voice.
Stunned this was real, I called his mother to check on Oliver.
“Cassandra, good morning,” she answered, as if nothing was amiss.
“Good morning, Blythe,” I blew out, relieved she’d answered. “I’m sorry to call so early, but I just wanted to check on Oliver.” I wasn’t sure exactly what to say. This whole situation was putting me on edge, but I definitely didn’t want to imply there was a problem if she didn’t already know.
“Oliver’s just fine. Logan dropped him off earlier, and we’re about to cook up some French toast together.” Her voice was muffled as she said something in the background, I assumed to Oliver, before it cleared
“Hey, look at me.” He tipped my chin up, wiping my tears with his thumbs.
I heaved out an exhausted sigh, shaking my head. “I just need…I…I need to go say goodnight to Oliver.”
Logan released me without another word, allowing me the reprieve I needed.
Chapter 10
By the time I reached Oliver’s bedroom door, I’d pulled myself together. I read him one of his favorite stories, then answered a few questions about the wedding plans before tucking him in and saying goodnight with a kiss to his forehead.
Part of me wanted to search out Logan and fall into his lap to talk out every emotion I was feeling, but another part—the side that won—told me to take a hot bath and try to clear my head. I was too emotionally and mentally drained for an actual conversation, and I knew a bath would help relax me. So even though it took all my energy, I climbed into the water and allowed my eyes to close.
I woke with a start not long after, splashing water over the edge of the tub as I whipped my head from side to side, familiarizing myself with where I was. With a heavy sigh, I stood and grabbed a towel to wrap around myself, then headed into the bedroom.
Logan had left his white dress shirt from work on the chair in the corner, so I dried just enough to slip it on before crawling under the blankets. The bedside clock read nine fifteen, which meant Logan was probably in his office. He usually spent time in there before bed.
We needed to talk—especially considering the way I’d run out on the conversation earlier. But since he hadn’t come to me, he must’ve wanted to give me space, so that’s exactly what I took. I didn’t wait up, surrendering to exhaustion as my heavy eyelids fell shut.
As the bright rays of the risen sun sneaked through the blinds, I woke the next morning to find I was still alone. I sat up, brushing my hair over my shoulder as a sense of discontent set in. It was a few minutes past eight and the house was silent, Oliver’s chatter and footsteps noticeably absent.
As much as I appreciated Logan giving me time alone, this was a bit much. I hurried to wash my face and brush my teeth, throwing on a robe before heading down to the kitchen.
The first thing I noticed aside from the confirmation that I was, in fact, alone was a note on the counter. I read it twice, my barely awake mind confused.
Logan had to leave on a sudden business trip, and had taken Oliver to his mother’s house. Enjoy the peace and quiet to finalize plans, and call if you need me , it finished.
I slumped down into a dining chair and placed the note on the table in front of me, as well as my elbows to brace my pounding head resting in my hands.
Something felt off. Going out of town without saying goodbye, or letting me give Oliver a hug? Not normal or acceptable procedures for a family. Was I marrying into a loop I’d just been left out of?
Concerned and equally aggravated, I ran to the foyer where I’d left my phone and grabbed it, dialing Logan. My foot tapped in an impatient rhythm as I waited for him to answer. But he didn’t; his voicemail taunted me with his voice.
Stunned this was real, I called his mother to check on Oliver.
“Cassandra, good morning,” she answered, as if nothing was amiss.
“Good morning, Blythe,” I blew out, relieved she’d answered. “I’m sorry to call so early, but I just wanted to check on Oliver.” I wasn’t sure exactly what to say. This whole situation was putting me on edge, but I definitely didn’t want to imply there was a problem if she didn’t already know.
“Oliver’s just fine. Logan dropped him off earlier, and we’re about to cook up some French toast together.” Her voice was muffled as she said something in the background, I assumed to Oliver, before it cleared
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