Page 86 of Ex's Accidental Baby

I must have passed out early because it’s not even daylight. When I wriggle out of his arms, Logan whines, and it makes me smile.

I can’t believe he stayed. When I asked him to, I meant until I fell asleep, but I’m over the moon seeing him.

I go to the bathroom and do my business, brushing my teeth and getting ready for the day even though my phone says it’s only four in the morning.

I head downstairs and make breakfast–the only meal of the day I don’t usually burn. All I can manage is scrambled eggs with cheese and toast, but it’s something.

I bring two plates back up to the bedroom, and Logan is awake and sitting against the headboard.

He yawns and runs his hand through his messy, long hair.

God, he looks so hot sitting there, half naked, just the sheets covering him.

“Good morning.”

“It’s barely morning.” I smile as I hand him a plate.

His eyes widen. “You cooked?” He pauses. “Should I be scared?”

I giggle. “Trust me, I’ve perfected cheesy eggs and toast. The pan and the toaster do most of the work.”

He takes a hesitant bite and then grins. “It’s good, princess. You’re getting better.”

I pale as I think about the last time I cooked for him, when I was seventeen and my parents were out of town. I nearly burned the house down and had to bribe the gardener who came to my aid to not tell my mother Logan was with me.

“Ihavecome a long way.”

Logan laughs out loud. We eat breakfast mostly in silence and when we’re done, Logan takes the plates downstairs, padding down in one of my pink puffy robes.

I giggle as he comes back up the stairs, cinching it matter-of-factly.

“What? Don’t like my outfit?” He twirls, and I lose it all over again.

But then I’m mortified because my breakfast comes back up, and I have to rush to the bathroom. I’m in there for only a moment before Logan knocks on the door.

“Princess? Are you okay?”

“Fine!” I try to make my words chirp, but they come out in anurk.

Logan sighs and opens the door, holding my hair back while I finish vomiting.

“This is so gross,” I groan.

“It’s not gross. It happens, and the doctor said you’d have morning sickness for months.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“We’ll ask about some nausea medication when we go to the ob-gyn.”

I nod, standing and flushing and brushing my teeth carefully so as not to get sick again.

“Sorry for the rude awakening.”

Logan peers at his watch. “It’s only six. We could always go back to bed and start over.”

I sigh. “That sounds lovely.”

“I’ll go after it’s daylight.”

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