Page 75 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

Quinn: Or inviting us.

Simon: I never get invited to anything!

Twenty-four hours.

That’s how long it took before the headlines across the internet read something like this:

SpaceCraft creator Logan Matthews ties the knot in courthouse wedding. You won’t believe who he married.

SpaceCraft’s Logan Matthews is entering his Husband Era.

Who is Maeve Banks? Meet the new Mrs. Logan Matthews.

Once I saw the first one pop up, I knew it wouldn’t be long until the Banks group chat would fire up. I wanted to get ahead of it, but I also wanted to tell Jayce first, which means I have to wait until he gets home from school. I’m just glad Stella was smart enough to use the sibling chat and not the one with my parents. I’m going to tell them, but I don’t want them finding out in a text thread.

Maeve: Yes. It’s true. I’m married. I’ll fill you all in at a later time.

No one responds, which I don’t think has ever happened in the history of the Banks family.

Actually, their pause is helpful. I don’t have time to tell them everything right now, because I need to finish packing bags and suitcases for me and Jayce.

Because in a change of plans, we now have to move in with my husband.

God that’s still weird to even think about…

Kat was right yesterday when she thought that aNashville Bannerreporter spotted Logan. When we left the courthouse, a group of photographers were not so subtly waiting for us. Thankfully, Kat is two steps ahead at all times and reminded us to make sure we were holding hands and smiling as we exited. She then directed me to go home with Logan and leave my car at the courthouse.

Now that I’m thinking of it, is my car still there? Shit, with the craziness of the day I didn’t even think about it.

Seconds after I saw the first article, I was on the phone with Logan, who was adamant about us coming to his home. And even though my stubborn ass wanted to argue, he was right. Between the articles that have come out already, and the photographers who aren’t being sneaky about hiding down my road, it’s safer for us to be at Logan’s with gates and cameras and an actual security system that isn’t just my Ring camera.

Now we just have to tell Jayce.

My phone vibrates again, and I audibly groan, thinking that it’s one of my siblings. Or another message from Josh asking me if what he and Vivian were seeing online was true. It’s neither. Just my husband.

Still so fucking weird to say…

Logan: I’m pulling in the driveway. Come meet me at the door so I can help with the bags.

Maeve: I can get them, Logan. You don’t have to.

Logan: Maeve…let me into the house so I can help with bags. Please.

Why am I so fucking stubborn and independent on everything? Yes, I need help with bags. But even when he’s offering, I’m too damn head strong to accept it.

Maeve: Fine. But only so we can do this in one trip.

Logan: Whatever you need to tell yourself.

I slide my phone into my pocket as I quickly check my closet and Jayce’s to make sure I have everything I could need. I don’t know how long we’ll be there, but I have to assume a long period of time. And yes, I can come back if I need something, but I’d rather not if I don’t have to.

With the final check done, I head downstairs and open my door to see a waiting Logan.

“Hi,” I say, quickly turning so I don’t accidentally stare. He’s casual today in a gray sweatsuit and his glasses. Now, I’m not one to gawk at men. But Quinn has sent me enough videos to know that gray sweatpants can be quite…revealing. And the last thing I need today when I’m uprooting myself and my son is to stare at my husband in hopes of seeing…anything.

“Is everything ready?”

I nod and look at the huge suitcases I’ve packed. “This is all my clothes and Jayce’s for the time being. Our toiletries. And I hope you don’t mind, but I packed his video games and console.”

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