Page 54 of No First Kisses

Alone, and surprised by the silence all around me, I rub my stomach lovingly. That is the other thing no one ever told me to expect. I can’t keep my hands off my stomach. Ever since the first time I felt him move, either me or Logan have a hand on my stomach at all times. I stand there, looking at the masterpiece that we’ve created for our baby, and smile at the memories I can see taking place.

Logan, putting together the crib and cursing, while I sat on the ground with a smile and a glass of peach tea in my hand.

My dad and Logan’s dad, butting heads while they put together the rocker they insisted I’d need for the baby.

My mom, making a quilt for the baby and laying it on the edge of the crib after Logan finished putting it together.

Sam and Evie, Finn and Emily, and even Bax, deciding that they had to make sure our little one had every single children’s book about aunts and uncles that had ever been written.

And then there was the mural of photos that Logan moved from the living room upstairs into the baby’s room. The wall that we’d adjusted, including all the people from Logan’s unit. The wives and their children, too. Even Danny, the man whose death brought Logan home… he lives on our wall, as well.

Our baby will never know a day without the love and comfort of knowing his entire extended family is watching over him.

The only thing our child will ever miss is his Aunt Lettie. But as I sit there, I promise her that he’ll know her. We’ll honor her, the same way I keep my promise from the night I almost died.

During the minutes I’m invested in my thoughts, focused on the promise and the memories, I don’t hear Logan come home. But I look up when he knocks lightly on the doorframe, and there he is with a smile on his face as he watches me with my feet outstretched and my hands over my stomach.

“Hi.” He sits down next to me, putting one hand on my stomach like I knew he would. “Looks like you were busy today.”

I chuckle. “Yeah. I got everything put away for the baby. And then I started thinking of all the happy memories he’s gonna have here, growing up, with all of us around him.”

Logan sighs, kissing me gently on the cheek. “You got stuck on the ground, didn’t you, and couldn’t figure out how to get up.”

I shake my head. “Not even close. I didn’t even realize I sat down. But now that you mention it, I could use a little bit of help getting up.”

Logan helps me up and leans forward so that our foreheads are touching. My belly is too big for him to get much closer than that.

“I wanna go to the cemetery again,” I tell him when we are out of the nursery and walking back downstairs.

Well, I’m shuffling as I try not to fall over. Logan is walking.

“Why?” He doesn’t sound accusatory or negative in the slightest, just curious.

I’m huffing and puffing by the time I make it to the bottom of the stairs and decide the best thing I can do is bend over and rest my arms on the wall so I can get the baby out of my lungs.

“Because,” I say while wheezing. “I want to. Is that so hard to believe?”

“No.” He shakes his head, smiling. “Okay. Do you want to put some clothes on first, or do you just wanna go like that?”

I look down, confused by what he is asking, and realize I’m only wearing a sports bra and a pair of leggings.

“Hey,” I say while shrugging. “I was uncomfortable, and the only thing that fits me are your shirts. I’ve made it this far. I don’t want to buy anything if I don’t have to.”

Logan walks back up the stairs without saying another word and is back in less than thirty seconds with one of the shirts he wears to work out in. Loose and comfy, it feels like he’s washed it a thousand times. Plus, it helps that it barely hugs my stomach and lets me breathe.

“Let’s go, toots.” He swats my ass and leads the way. “The sooner we get there, the sooner we get home and get you naked and underneath me.”

For a second, I pause in the doorway, weighing my options.

“Maybe it can wait.”

“Nope.” Logan pulls me by the hand. “We’re going to the cemetery. Then we’re gonna stop over at Remy and Parker’s house because he asked me to keep an eye on her while he’s working tonight. Then we’re gonna come home and I’m gonna get you naked.”

“That settles it.” I strip his shirt back off again, and it is most definitely not a pretty sight. “I can’t take the bra off by myself, though. And you gotta pull off my pants.”

Logan’s eyes flash, and then he is pulling his shirt over his head. Before he takes a step toward me, he is slipping out of his boots and pants, too. In fact, by the time he does make it to me, I’m too busy staring at his cock to notice that he has me in his arms until he is laying me down on the couch. My pants are gone in the next instant, practically ripped down my legs.

“Gotta make this quick,” Logan whispers against my lips before moving down my body. “Hook your legs over my shoulders, P.”

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