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Logan is the glimpse of that life I’ve always wanted. The husband I want. The family I want.

Is it selfish tostillwant it? After he hurt me so badly?

I don’t know. All I know is that now I’m having his baby, and I have to deal with it. I’ll make a decision about telling them tomorrow, when we hear from the doctor.

At this point, I have to.

ChapterTwenty-Six

LOGAN

I meetMeredith at the office before hustling her into my car and driving to the ob-gyn's office. I’m terrified that things won’t go well, that there’s something wrong with the baby…

It’s like there’s this constant yelling in my ears, but it’s all worried thoughts.

I just want her to be happy and healthy. Both of them.

She snaps her fingers in front of my face and finally, I come back to my senses.

“Logan? Are you back to Earth now? You missed the turn a while back.”

“Fuck. Sorry," I mumble, turning around and finally making it to the doctor’s office. “I guess I’m just nervous."

She reaches over to grab my hand and squeezes it. “I’m nervous, too. But we just have to stay positive.”

I nod, and I’m grateful that she holds my hand as we walk into the office and sign in.

She sits down, and I do the paperwork, paying for the visit up front, including for the ultrasound pictures.

I want a dozen of them, even though I don’t have anyone to give them to. Hell, after finding out this baby is mine, I want to plaster them all over my walls, I’m so proud.

“Miss Whitlock?”

I stand up with her. “Can I come back?”

“Are you the father?”

I smile. “Yep. That’s me.”

“Then of course. We love for our patients to have an active partner.” The nurse smiles at me, and we follow her back.

The one thing I want to be that my father wasn’t ispresent. And it starts with these appointments. I don’t care how much I work. I’m going to make time for my child.

And for Meredith. I’ll be there for her in any way she’ll let me.

I help Meredith undress and put on the little paper gown, patting her little belly as I do so.

She frowns. “Don’t do that. Mother is already calling me fat.”

I scoff. “Your mother is a braindead?—”

She glares at me.

“Sorry. But you’re not fat. You’re gorgeous, and you’re going to be gorgeous until the day you die.”

She smiles at me. “You really think so?”

“You know I do. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be knocked up, would you?"

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