Page 9 of Plus-Size Pregnant Mate

I frowned, knowing I shouldn't be thinking about that. That relationship was long gone, and it was never coming back. I didn't know why Owen had stepped into this problem, and I wanted to know why.

I shook my head. "I think we can both say the trust between us is gone. I will never trust you like I did before. Clearly, it was a mistake and one I won't make again."

Owen remained quiet for a second, and I moved away, going towards the living room. I took a seat on the couch and watched him rake a hand over his face.

He sighed. "I brought you here because I knew you were in trouble. Did you want to marry Logan? Because from what I saw, you didn't."

"It didn't concern you," I said. "None of this concerned you, so why the hell did you do it? Why are you suddenly acting like you care."

I watched his jaw clench and unclench before he looked back at me. "Just because we aren't together doesn't mean I don't care about you, Ashley. We have a history, believe it or not. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I know everything that has happened between you and your family, so no, I’m not turning a blind eye to this. "

I looked away.

"If I'm wrong, I will gladly take you back if you want to marry Logan. So, do you want to go back? Or was I correct in saying that your folks are pulling the strings here?"

No. Of course, I didn't want to go back, but what choice did I have?

"So, you thought to take me away and what? Wait it out?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, nodding his head. "Logan will move on, but until then, we are staying here."

The idea wasn't terrible, but I didn't think it was going to work. If this was just Logan being interested in me, it would be one thing, but my folks were persistent, which meant there was more to this.

I looked outside, taking in the rain. It was starting to come down heavier now, and the footsteps I had made in the dirt were gone.

"It's not that simple," I said, looking back at Owen. "My folks want me to marry him. You know how this is going to end."

He shook his head. "It's not. We will figure something out."

We. The thought of us being a we again twisted me up. I had thought I got rid of those emotions years ago, yet here they sat stuffed so deep down yet still alive.

But I knew better. Owen hurt me before there was nothing stopping him again. This wasn't us working as a team. I needed to figure my life out, and I had to do it now.

Chapter 6 - Owen

"Sounds good," I said as I listened to Miles talk on the other end.

"Ayden said he is having another meeting with her folks. They came to the fire station last night furious with him. They got some balls on them to scream at him the way they did."

I could imagine how Ashley's folks were acting. If they were anything like they were before, they were a problem. Her folks often thought they were better than people and, in turn, treated people like they were below them. I knew Ayden wasn't going to stand for the behavior.

I heard the front door open, and Ashley came marching down the step towards me. I was sitting at the picnic table just a few feet from the garage.

Ashley was wearing shorts and a white shirt, courtesy of my shopping before bringing her here. I couldn't help but smile inside, knowing I still knew her size because the outfit fit perfectly and clung to her curves nicely.

"I'll talk to you later," I said, quickly ending the call as Ashley stopped a few steps away from me. She crossed her arms and scowled. "I'm going out of my mind."

"Really? It's only been a week. There is so much else you can do."

"Owen, you took me away from civilization, and you took my phone. What the hell am I supposed to do? I don't have anything."

I frowned. I felt a little bad about that, mostly because I knew her routine. Ashley had many friends who had moved away, and her only way of communicating was with her phone.But I couldn't risk anything right now, so her phone remained in my bedroom, off.

"I need stuff, Owen. This isn't fair."

I wasn't going to argue with her about that. So, I leaned forward. "What would you like?"

She pulled a paper from her pocket and slid it across the table. I grabbed it and unfolded it. I couldn't help but be surprised as I read what she wrote down.

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