Page 28 of Her Demanding Biker
He didn't talk.
Instead, he reached his hand out and stopped just short of touching me.
"Can I?"
I looked up for a moment and saw that his eyes weren't on my face, but my belly.
"Sure," I nodded, but I was just he didn't see it.
He lowered his hand to my belly and smoothed the fabric from my dress back toward my hip. It made it easier to see my belly that way.
It made my pregnancy look more... real.
"Last night," his voice was almost a whisper, "I couldn't tell."
I smiled at that. "Before I moved here," I began to explain, "The clothes I picked up to bring here were all on the big side. I didn't have a lot of cash to spend, so I bought big dresses hoping that I'd be able to wear it as I got bigger."
He nodded, but his gaze stayed on my stomach.
I hadn't really told anyone in town that I was pregnant.
Only women seemed to notice and only when my dresses would pull a little tight if I was carrying something or if the wind blew through.
"Kent didn't come with me."
Logan didn't react immediately. He must have known Kent's name. If my dad sent him the picture we'd taken at the wedding, he'd likely sent along other information, hoping to poke at Logan's feelings.
Feelings that I thought were long gone.
"We're not divorced yet. It's not my call." I sighed and the bump shifted under Logan's hand. "Because I'm pregnant, the judge refuses to do anything 'final' until the baby is born."
I could hear the airquotes in my head, remembering the dim look that Judge Wembly had on women 'with child' divorcing their husbands.
"The judge wants to make sure that I won't change my mind. Apparently, a woman whose hormones are raging in her body can't make big ol' decisions like divorce. We can't really know our minds about things like this."
Logan smiled then.
He wasn't trying to hide it. He knew how I felt about those kinds of thoughts.
My dad had them aplenty.
"And the judge let you move here?"
"The judge has no say in it for the time being," I felt my back teeth grinding together. "I have to go back for a hearing after the baby is born to finalize everything. But, until then, I'm here to do what I can to build a life outside of my marriage and away from my father."
His hand stilled on my belly and he tilted his chin up to look at me.
"I messed up."
It felt good to hear the words.
I felt even better to have his hand on me, rubbing my belly.
I wasn't the only one who thought it, too.
The baby moved, twisting just a inch or two to the side, closer to Logan's hand.
He felt it.
