Page 128 of Ex's Accidental Baby

He nods. “I’ve always loved her.”

“I know.”

I take a step toward her. “Then why did you always try to keep us apart? Why did you get so mad when we were just hanging out in the garage?”

“Please, Meredith. I know what you two were up to in that garage.”

My cheeks burn, and Logan flushes, lowering his eyes to the floor.

“I didn’t want the two of you pregnant atthatage, but now… things are different. You’re both grown, now, and you’re in the prime of your lives."

“It was just because you didn’t want me pregnant?”

“I always thought I was a nobody to you,” Logan says, and my mother gapes at him.

“Logan…” Tears start welling in her eyes. “I always tried to make you feel at home here. You’ve always been family to me.”

“Me, too.” My father smiles a little. “It’s a shock, and I’m not sure why you two kept it from us for so long, but I, for one, am happy for you both.”

“And excited to meet our grandchild,” Mother pipes up.

Logan looks like he’s about to burst into tears, so I walk toward him, taking his hand.

After all the drama, it’s nearing ten at night, and we skipped dinner, and I’m hungry and exhausted.

“What do you say we order some pizza?” my father says, since we hadn’t even had time to set up or get the chef to start the dinner.

“That sounds wonderful, Dad.” I grab his hand, squeezing it lightly and then letting it go, and he smiles at me.

We all eat in the living room, watching one of those survivor reality television shows, and though my brother and father have been no contact with my mother, they are civil.

And it is extra special that they are all making this effort for me.

I lean against Logan, finally sated after a few slices of pizza and some salad, and he puts his arm around me with a slight wince.

I’m careful with his ribs at first, but I close my eyes and the next thing I know, everyone’s gone except Logan.

His arm feels stiff beneath me.

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

The pain on his face is clear as he rolls his shoulder.

“You looked so peaceful.” He kisses me softly, and I smile.

I stand up and tug him with me.

“I should go home,” he mutters, half-asleep as he stumbles with me toward the staircase.

I giggle. “You don’t have to. Not tonight, Logan.”

His eyes widen. “Huh. I guess I don’t.”

For the first time ever, Logan’s invited to stay in my bedroom.

My parents know. My brother knows. Everything’s out in the open, and it feels so good.

A huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

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