I did nothing but gaze at his handsome, calm face, studying every perfect contour. Slightly thick eyebrows, a perfectly shaped nose, thin lips, and a smooth, clean-shaven jaw.
Sometimes, I still can't believe that this perfect young man is my boyfriend, even proposing plans to have a baby with me.
I hesitated, wondering if he was saying that because he was in love and if things could change. But... his honesty left me unable to refuse. It meant so much because he seemed to trust me completely, despite having worked so hard to hide his true identity all this time. And what he said made sense—he didn't want our child to have a life like his, which assured me of his loyalty.
"I don't want to say no to him again and again," I whispered while stroking his broad chest, scattered with a bit of dark hair. "I don't want to disappoint you... and I keep imagining how beautiful our baby would be. I can't help myself from daydreaming... If I don't confront this fear, I'll never be a mother..."
"You will." He suddenly whispered, opening his eyes and smiling at me. "You'll be a mother... a mother of more than one child."
I gave him a faint smile. "Sometimes, we make plans, but God has realities for us that we'll never know... and we can't avoid them."
"It's true."
He shifted his position, gently caressing my cheek while locking his deep gaze on me. Those hazel blue eyes froze me, captivated me, making it impossible to stop admiring him.
"You're perfect," I whispered as my hand instinctively stroked his chest. "I'm afraid you'll regret choosing me to be the mother of your child. I mean... you still have so many chances to find a girl far better than me, who..."
"I want you." He interrupted me. "When I see you, I don't want to marry anyone else but you, and I won't have children with anyone else but you. That's my final decision, and there'll be no regret." He nodded firmly, raising his eyebrows.
I sighed, still overwhelmed by doubt, when suddenly my phone rang, breaking our moment. I quickly turned to the bedside table, grabbed my phone, and saw an incoming call from Stella.
"She doesn't usually call me during work hours."
"Just answer it," Logan said, and I immediately picked up the call.
"Stella?"
"I want to resign!" Stella sounded distraught, prompting me to sit up as I tried to picture her situation.
"Why? What happened?"
"My boss tried to harass me, and I defended myself. I hit him with a flower vase until he passed out. Now, I'm at the police station!"
My eyes widened in shock after hearing her explanation. "The police station?"
"Yes... Luckily, there's CCTV footage proving I acted in self-defense. I'll be leaving this awful place as soon as I sign a settlement agreement!" she vented, frustrated.
I exhaled in relief. "Alright... At least you're safe and won't face any charges. As for work, you can find another place. Just take a moment to calm down, okay?"
"Yeah... I just wanted to let you know..."
"Alright... Let me know when you're back at your apartment."
"Okay..."
As the call ended, I sat there, imagining Stella's current struggles—so different from my own happiness.
"So, Stella lost her job?" Logan's voice drew my attention back to him, and I turned to face him.
"Yes... She was proven innocent, but she chose to resign because she probably doesn't want something like this to happen again," I explained.
"Where is she now?"
"The police station."
"Alright, I'll have Mark pick her up," he said, standing up to retrieve his phone, which had fallen to the floor during our earlier heated moment. "Mark is a multifunctional assistant. He always puts me at ease, and I'll ask him to do the same for Stella," he added.
I frowned, recalling that Stella had a boyfriend who might pick her up instead.
"Hello, Mark?"
"Logan..." I grabbed his arm while he held his phone to his ear. "I think you don't need to ask Mark. Stella has a boyfriend, and he might be the one to pick her up," I told him.
He smiled and decided not to make the call.
"Alright..." He put his phone down and quickly pulled me back to lie down. "Then there's nothing for you to worry about... Now, let's get back to having fun..."
He kissed my cheeks passionately, moving down to my neck, making me close my eyes. But discomfort crept in, and I quickly pushed him away. He stopped, his brows furrowing as he looked at me.
"Logan, I..." My voice faltered, worried he might think I didn't want him. "I didn't mean to push you away, but..."
"You're tired," he guessed with a smile.
I nodded. "Yes... Besides, you wanted me to rest, didn't you?"
"Oh... Alright!" He sat up immediately. "Then I'll make breakfast for you. You probably haven't eaten yet." He got off the bed and put on his pants.
I remained silent, watching him leave the room. The sudden quietness enveloped me as I glanced around, noticing my disheveled appearance but feeling too lazy to get dressed.
My whole body ached, especially my womanhood, which might have gotten sore. Sometimes, I felt this was excessive, but it's also normal.
"Shasha!"
Suddenly, Logan burst back in, his face panicked. He quickly shut the door and rushed toward me.
"What's wrong?" I immediately sat up.
"Someone's here," he said with clear anxiety in his eyes. "It's... it's my mom..."
"Your mom!" My eyes widened, and my heart pounded as I imagined his mother's face—probably beautiful, youthful, and stylish. How could this happen? How could I meet her in such a messy state?
I froze, unsure of what to do, completely unprepared to meet his mother. I still always felt unworthy of being Logan's partner.
"Logan, I think I should just hide," I said, tucking my hair behind my ear. But he shook his head firmly.
"No, honey... She knows you're here," he said with a frown.
"Does that mean she's still keeping tabs on us?"
"I don't know..."
"My God, that's like we have no privacy... That's..."
"I'm sorry, but I truly didn't know!" He approached me, sat down, and grabbed my hands, gazing intensely into my eyes. "I promise, after this, no one will intrude on us again... But... Meet my mom now. She already knows you're here, and I don't want her to think poorly of you for not wanting to meet her. At least show her some respect by meeting her briefly." He pleaded, making my chest tighten with consideration.
"Please..." He gazed at me sadly and kissed my hands. "Everything will be fine... Besides, you know she accepts our relationship, so there's nothing to worry about."
"I know," I whispered, lowering my gaze to our clasped hands. "I'm just not ready... I look so messy, so unworthy of..."
"No..." He cut me off. "You're more than worthy of me... even my mom is sure of that." He smiled reassuringly, stroking my cheek with his fingers.
"But... I'm not wearing nice clothes..."
"My mom sees you, your attitude, not your clothes," he said, standing up. "Now, get dressed... I'll wait for you outside," he added, leaning down to kiss my forehead before leaving.
I let out a heavy sigh, lying back down and staring at the ceiling. My heart raced again as I imagined how this meeting would go. This felt so different compared to meeting Chriss's family...
Of course, it's different because Chriss and I are the same age, while Logan and I have a 7-year age gap, and he's a star while I'm just...
"Oh my God, I just want to disappear!"