Page 100 of Ex's Accidental Baby

“I did. The one downtown. That’s how Meredith and I… reconnected.”

“I remember how crazy you were about her when you were kids.”

Logan pales, but he doesn’t respond, sipping his tea even though it’s surely too hot.

“Is that so?” I tease, and Beatrice nods, sitting next to me and sliding me a cup of tea.

I sip from it, and I’m surprised that it’s quite good, mint and rose.

She clearly spares no expense with her tea.

Everyone has their luxuries, I suppose.

“He always talked about growing up and starting a business and a family with you.”

Logan clears his throat. “Let’s not talk about the past. We have news, Auntie.”

She looks at him. “What kind of news?”

I smile, putting a hand on my stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

She gasps, holding a hand to her mouth. “Oh, Logan. You’re starting that family after all.”

Logan’s chest puffs. “Yes. We’re due in September.”

“That’s so exciting. You’ll invite me to the wedding, yes?”

He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

“Of course, we will.”

I nudge him with my knee under the table. There’s no reason we have to explain our complicated love life to his ailing, elderly aunt.

“It’s wonderful news. I wish I had a bottle of champagne to pop, but the doctor says it doesn’t go well with my medication.”

Logan stiffens. “What kind of medications? Are you sick?”

She waves a hand. “All old ladies are sick, Logan. My body’s failing me. It happens to us all.”

“But if it’s something serious... I could get you a better doctor. A team of doctors.”

“Dr. Klein is doing all right by me.” She doesn’t allow the conversation to go further, standing up to go through her pantry for some cookies.

I’m hungry again already, so I eat four cookies, dipping them in my tea.

“Eating for two.” Beatrice pats my hand and smiles.

It’s such a welcome comment from someone that isn’t my mother that I can’t help but grin. “Have you two thought about names?”

Logan stares at her blankly. “It’s still too recent. We haven’t even sat down to talk about any of that.”

I smile and nod. “I do have a few ideas for a boy, nothing for a girl yet.”

“Don’t name her Beatrice.” She laughs, and I laugh with her.

“Why not?” Logan huffs. “It’s a perfectly good name.”

Beatrice and I laugh harder, and Logan seems a little put out but in good spirits.

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