Page 49 of Always My Comfort

“You are crazy.”

“Crazy about you, sweetheart. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“We’re going to be late for the appointment, Jax,” she whispered, her fingers gripping my shirt, pulling me closer, even though she was asking me to move away.

“Are you nervous?” She shook her head, her fingers loosening their hold. “I am,” I confessed. Her features softened.

“Don’t be. We’ll be there together.” Nodding, I closed her door and jogged around the front of the truck to hop into the driver’s seat.

* * *

After sittingin the waiting room with a few other anxious parents-to-be, we were finally brought back to a room where Logan was instructed to change into a gown while the doctor prepped her for the ultrasound. She asked a lot of questions that Logan answered with fluency as I watched from my seat in the corner, hands on my knees. Finally, the doctor left, and an ultrasound technician came in, wheeling a machine.

“Alright, Dad. Do you want to come over here?” the technician addressed me, and I jumped up so fast, I saw stars. I trained my gaze on Logan, and her eyes twinkled with happiness. Every ounce of fear left my body.

Holding her hand, I watched the small screen. The technician pointed out the baby, and my heart stopped. Ten fingers. Ten toes. Two eyes. One nose. One mouth. One steady heartbeat.

Perfection.

“The doctor will be in shortly.” She quickly left the room, and I stared at Logan, who was silently crying.

“Beautiful, huh?” she whispered, looking at the screen where our baby was frozen in a picture the technician took.

“I knew it was real. I mean, I can see that it’s real. But wow—that just made it all the more real,” I stuttered like a goddamn fool.

The doctor came in a few minutes later and immediately introduced herself to me. Then, she checked with Logan with another series of questions.

“Alright. Time for the fun part.” She picked up the wand and brought it to Logan’s belly, our baby flashing on the ultrasound machine once again. “Let’s see what you’re having.” I didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl. I thought maybe when the day finally came, I’d want a boy, but looking at Logan, at her perfect features, I wanted a little girl that looked just like her.

“Congratulations! You’re having a boy!” Logan sighed, her hand in mine tightening. My heart soared, my stomach dipped, and I fell to my knees.

I rested my chin on the bed, looking into Logan’s tearful gaze. Completely overcome with emotion, a tear rolled down my cheek, and Logan caught it with her trembling fingers.

We were having a boy.

* * *

“Areyou sure you want to come to the game tomorrow?” I asked Logan for the hundredth time. Since she found out I was starting and would more than likely play the entire game, she’d been dead-set on being there.

“Do you not want me to come or something?” she asked from the kitchen, pulling her head out of the fridge long enough to glare at me before tucking herself back into the fridge, muttering about a hot flash.

“It’s just—are you sure you should be outside for all that time? And standin’ with the baby?” I stood from the couch, switching off the football game I had been watching, and joined her in the kitchen.

“I was pregnant at the last one, Jaxon. You promised you wouldn’t coddle me for another two months,” she grumbled.

“Fine. Then just promise me you’ll sit as much as possible.” She stepped out of the fridge, closing it with a glare.

“I promise to sit whenever you aren’t playing. How about that?” Rolling my eyes, I shook my head.

“Don’t test me, Logan. I’ll ask Coach to bench me if you want to play that game.”

“You are a giant pain in the ass. Do you have any salt and vinegar chips?” She ignored me, searching through my pantry closet. Once she sees the giant blue bag of chips I knew she loved, she squealed. “Aw, you remembered!”

My anger deflated at her smile. She slid onto the barstool next to me and offered me some. “Not for me, sweetheart. Let’s grab a movie before bed. I have to be up early.”

An hour later, we were in bed, watching some old movie when my phone buzzed, and so did Logan’s. We chose to ignore it, but then her phone buzzed repeatedly. “It’s Scarlett. Let me grab it.” She pressed the phone to her ear, and I watched her face drop, eyes going wide with fear.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, gripping her forearm, but she was frozen as Scarlett screamed in her ear.

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