Part 2

"Calm down Meg," I said to my friend who was currently pacing around the hotel room we were occupying.

"Yeah, with the way you're acting you'd think you were the one getting married today," Mac added.

"Sorry," Meg said. "I'm just nervous about everything. I mean I did put a lot of energy into this and I want it to go smoothly."

The girls were done getting ready and had their bouquets in hand. They were just waiting for Luke to come get them now.

Just then there was a knock. "I guess it's time," I said moving towards the door. I was surprised when I opened the door.

"Dad," I said when I saw who had been knocking. He and I hadn't talked since I told him about the wedding. He didn't approve of Logan and I getting married so soon and had told me he wasn't going to come to the wedding. I had been crushed but I wanted to marry Logan and I wasn't going to put it off just because my dad was being stubborn.

"I'm sorry sweetie," he said moving to hug me.

"What made you change your mind?" I asked.

"Logan," he said and I pulled back completely shocked that Logan had gone to talk to my dad without me knowing. "Well, he got me to rethink things, but Alicia was the one who made me realize why I didn't want you getting married. I don't want to lose my little girl."

"Please don't make me cry," I said feeling the tears starting to well up in my eyes. Meg rushed over with a tissue to dab the tears before my makeup was ruined.

Someone cleared their throat behind my dad to get our attention. "It's time to head down," Luke told me once he had my attention.

"We'll go down with Luke," Mac said as she and Meg moved towards the door. I guess she knew I wanted a minute alone with my dad.

"You know you're not losing me," I said once we were alone. "I'm still going to be around."

"I know, but it won't be the same," he said sadly.

"So, what did Logan tell you that made you rethink your stand?" I asked, hoping that he hadn't mentioned wanting to get married so we could have a baby.

"He told me how much you really wanted me to walk you down the aisle," he explained. "It took a lot of courage for him to come talk to me. He wanted me to be okay with you two getting married. That's when I knew how much he really loved you. He knew I wasn't his biggest fan and yet he came to the apartment to talk to me because he loves you and wanted you to be happy."

"He really does love me," I assured my dad. "I wish I'd been able to accept that he loved me this summer, but I pushed him away. We can't change the past but we can move forward, together."

"Ok, enough with the sappy talk," my dad said. "You've got an anxious groom waiting at the alter for you."

He held out his arm for me and as we made our way to the door he told me that I looked beautiful. I beamed at him. I was so happy he'd changed his mind and was there to give me away.

Logan and I were laying in bed a few nights later. We were exhausted from the wedding and school work. I had just started to fall asleep when Logan brought up the topic of us having a baby again.

"How many more days until you're supposed to start your period?" he asked lightly.

"One more day," I told him, even though I was sure he had it marked down on a calendar somewhere.

"I bought some pregnancy tests," he told me. "They're in the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom by your tampons."

"Logan," I said exasperated, "I don't want you to get your hopes up."

"I know," he said. "I just want to be prepared for whatever happens."

I moved to lay in front of him with my back to his chest. He wrapped an arm around my waist and laid his hand on my stomach.

"You know," I said, "if I'm not pregnant this month we should try and figure out when I'll ovulate next so we can have sex a lot around that time."

I could tell Logan was smiling after I said that. It was my way of letting him know that I wanted to have a baby just as much as he did and I was willing to put more effort into it if I wasn't already pregnant.

When I got my period the next day I could tell Logan was upset. Not only was I not pregnant, but we also couldn't have sex. I tried to make him feel better that night by giving him a blowjob but he pushed me away.

We barely talked during the rest of the week and by the time the weekend had rolled around I'd had enough of him sulking around the house.

Friday when we got home I told him we were going to the party at Dick's that night. I was seriously tired of him moping around the house. He was too fixated on me not being pregnant that we weren't enjoying being together as much as we should have been.

"Duncan's picking Meg up at seven and then coming to get us," I told Logan.

"Why do you want to go? I didn't think you even liked Dick," he said.

"I tolerate him because he's your friend," I replied, "and I thought you liked going to parties."

"I did," he said, "but I thought we could spend the weekend alone. I mean we had the wedding last weekend."

"We can hang out alone all of tomorrow and Sunday," I told him, "but we are going out tonight. You've been moping around since you found out I'm not pregnant and you need to get out of your funk."

"I'm not moping," he argued.

"Oh really? Then what would you call what you've been doing?" I asked.

"Being slightly disappointed," he said.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that my period ended," I informed him. "Maybe if you're a good boy tonight we can slip off at the party."

Logan smiled. At least he was happy since we could have sex again. "How long do we have to wait for you to start ovulating?" he asked.

"About two weeks I think," I said, although I wasn't positive about that.

"I think I saw ovulation tests at the store when I got the pregnancy tests," he said. "Maybe you should get some so we can be more certain."

"Logan, I love you and I do want to have a baby with you," I swore, "but you need to stop obsessing. I'll get the tests and use them this month, but if I don't get pregnant you're going to have to back off."

Logan looked like he wanted to argue with me but changed his mind. I guess he realized I was being serious. It would happen, but I didn't want him to continue tracking my cycle to know when to try every month. It would be overkill. Besides we had other things to worry about, namely getting through our senior year of high school and filling out college applications. Logan and I hadn't discussed our future, but I assumed he knew I wanted to go to college regardless of whether or not I got pregnant.

"I'm gonna go in the kitchen and try to get most of my homework done," I told him. He nodded and I moved to kiss him before walking off.

Logan had lightened up and about a week later I started doing an ovulation test every day as soon as we got home from school. I could tell that he wanted to ask me if I'd started using them, but he hadn't.

It was Friday and today would mark test number five. Logan followed me to our bedroom to change into a pair of board shorts because he was going surfing with Dick. I headed to the bathroom as he went to the closet.

When I came out of the bathroom Logan was sitting on the bed waiting for me.

"What's going on?" he asked. "You've rushed up here every day this week."

"I've been doing ovulation tests," I told him, moving to sit next to him on the bed. I had a few minutes to wait before going back in the bathroom to check on the results.

"I guess they've all been negative," he stated and I nodded my head yes.

He pulled me into him. "I'm really sorry about being so pushy," he said. "I know you getting pregnant again isn't going to make the hurt about the abortion go away. I thought it would make the regret hurt a little less though."

There wasn't anything for me to say. I felt the same way. I wanted to get pregnant for the same reason.

Logan sat there holding me until I looked at my watch and told him it was time to go check the results. I tried not to get my hopes up since all the previous tests had been negative, but I wanted this one to be positive so badly.

I walked out of the bathroom with the test in my hand a few seconds later.

"Well, is it negative again?" Logan asked.

I shook my head no and smiled at him. "It's positive," I told him happily.

He jumped up from the bed and pulled me into him for a searing kiss. He started to unbutton my shorts but I stopped him.

"Logan," I said getting his attention. "We don't have to rush. I'm going to be ovulating for about 48 hours. Go surf with your friends."

"But-" he started to say but I cut him off with a finger to his lips.

"Go hang out with your friends now," I told him. "I know you want to jump into bed right now but I have some errands I was planning to run while you were out. Plus I promised my dad I'd stop by the office today. He said he had something he wanted to talk to me about."

"Fine," Logan said, finally letting me go. "But you should know that I plan on staying in bed with you for the rest of the weekend."

"I kind of figured," I replied. "I'll stop and pick up dinner from Luigi's while I'm out."

"You always seem to have food on the brain," he joked.

"Well, I need to keep myself fueled for the massive amounts of sex we're going to have this weekend," I explained smirking at him.

He laughed and then pulled me in for another kiss before heading out of the room. I waited until I heard him leave before grabbing my bag and heading out too.

"Honey I'm home," I heard Logan jokingly call out when he came through the front door.

"I'm in the kitchen," I told him. I was sitting at the counter doing some homework while I waited for him to get home. My errands had taken a lot less time than his surfing did.

He walked over and kissed the top of my head. "I'm starving," he said stepping away from me.

"The food's in the fridge," I said moving to get up. "I'll heat it up while you go change."

"What, you don't think the surfer look is appropriate for dinner?" he quipped.

I pushed him towards the stairs. "Go," I demanded.

"God I love it when you're bossy," he said smiling at me. He leaned in and kissed me but I stopped him when he hands began to wander.

"Come on Ronnie," he said trying to unbutton my shorts. "The more we do it the better the chances of you getting pregnant are."

I caved. I knew he wanted to get started on trying to make a baby and I'd already stopped him once today. I had plans for us, but decided I could still do what I planned later that night.

I let him push my shorts over my hips and they slipped down my legs to the ground. He moved his right hand to the front of the cotton underwear I was wearing. He moved his hand down to my center and pushed the material aside before easing his middle finger between my freshly waxed folds.

"Oh God," he moaned out at the feel of my bare skin.

"I take it you like what I had done," I said before moaning loudly as his finger brushed my clit.

"I love it," he said and leaned in to kiss me as he continued to rub my clit.

I reached out and untied his board shorts. I pushed them down far enough to reach his cock and take it into my hand. I stroked him slowly as he continued to tease me.

I guess he couldn't wait because a few seconds later he had me pinned against the wall and was thrusting into me hard and fast. I had my legs wrapped around his waist to keep myself at the level he needed to continue to penetrate me.

"You feel so good," he told me after kissing me. He moved back so he could look down where our bodies were joined. "I'm going to have to take a closer inspection later," he added before moving his thumb to rub my clit.

"I'm gonna cum," I cried out a minute later. I was so wet as Logan continued to pump in and out of me. He continued to rub my clit and pretty soon I was contracting around him forcing him over the edge and into his orgasm.

He somehow managed to walk over to the sofa with me in his arms and collapsed with me on top of him.

"I love you," I said leaning down to kiss him, "but I think it's time for us to go take a shower so we can eat dinner. I'm starving now."

I moved to get off of him and he got up to follow me up the stairs.

"Want me to wash your back?" he asked.

I just laughed and walked down the hall to our room.

After dinner I convinced Logan to clean up while I went upstairs to put on the sexy lingerie I'd bought while I was out that afternoon.

I'd lit some candles on the dresser and when he walked into the bedroom he found me lying in the middle of our bed in sexy black lingerie. His eyes got big and I saw his tongue dart out to lick his lips.

"You like it?" I asked, knowing full well the answer was yes.

"You just keep surprising me today," he said as he moved towards the bed.

He placed a knee on the bed and then crawled toward me. He hovered above me taking in the lingerie up close before he leaned down to kiss me.

We made out for a few minutes before he started to trail kisses down my neck to my breasts, which were on full display due to the see through lace of the black babydoll I'd purchased. Logan kissed his way down my body over the lace. He settled between my thighs, which I'd opened for him, and pushed the bottom hem of the nightie up. He moved his hands to my hips and slowly began to pull the thong I was wearing down my legs. He tossed it behind him on the floor and moved back to where he'd been between my thighs. He leaned in to kiss my stomach and trailed kisses up my body pushing the nightie further up as he went. I leaned up so he could pull it over my head and he tossed it to join the thong on the floor.

He leaned in to kiss me again and I felt his hand move between our bodies. He cupped me with his right hand for a second and then ran his middle finger up my folds.

"God," he moaned into my mouth. He rubbed his finger on my clit while we kissed, but that didn't last.

"I have to taste you," he said moving back from me and down the bed.

The second his tongue touched my clit I moaned and bucked off the bed. The sensation was overwhelming. I decided that I liked him going down on me more now that I was bare down there. I guess I was going to have to make a standing appointment for upkeep.

I got lost in the way he was making me feel. I was constantly moaning or shouting out encouragements to Logan. When I felt my orgasm approaching I let go of the comforter I was clutching and moved my hands to his hair.

"Oh God, Logan," I cried out, "don't stop." I tilted my hips slightly as he continued to lick at my clit. I pulled on his hair as my orgasm hit. The sensation overtook my body and I shuddered at the feeling.

Logan continued to lap at me and it was too much. I pulled on his hair harder than before to get him to stop, but he didn't take the hint.

"Logan," I moaned out. "Stop, it's too much."

He slowed down, for which I was thankful, but he didn't stop. He gradually brought me down from the intensity of the orgasm he'd given me before moving his tongue down to lap at my juices.

"You're so wet," he said after moving from laying between my thighs. He moved to kneel between them and slid his hand under my ass. He moved his hands up my back and pulled me to his body. He kissed me intensely and I began to feel lightheaded and turned on all at the same time.

I moved my legs to wrap them around his body. He secured his hands on my ass and moved slowly towards the pillows. He moved so he was sitting against the pillows and then released his grip on me. I reached between our bodies and unbuttoned his shorts as he pulled his shirt over his head. He lifted his hips and I pushed his shorts and boxers down over his hips. He kicked them off the bed, joining the rest of our clothes on the floor.

I moved bak to settle on his lap. He slipped his right hand between us and moved his middle finger between my folds again to spread my wetness before positioning his cock at my entrance.

I moved so I could anchor my knees on the outside of his thighs. I leaned back and placed my hands on his thighs to brace myself. Once I was finally situated I started moving. I rocked against him instead of moving up and down on his shaft. That only lasted a few minutes. He reached out and wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me to him. Once we were chest to chest he placed his hands on my hips and helped me move over him.

"God I love when you ride me," he groaned out. He leaned back slightly to be able to see where we were joined.

When he started thrusting up into me a few minutes later I came all over him. I was so wet by then that he was sliding in and out with no resistance. He moved to push me onto my back and started pumping into me harder without pulling out. I clenched around him and he came about a minute later.

"That was fucking amazing," he said as we laid on the bed after cleaning up. I was curled up next to him with my head on his shoulder and his arm around me.

"Yeah," I said, "and just think we get to keep doing that all night and all of tomorrow."

"I'm not going to be able to walk by the end of the weekend," he joked.

"Well, you're the one who wanted to amp up the chances of me getting pregnant," I said and smiled at him.

"It'll be worth it," he said and then leaned down to kiss me.

"I think we need a little nap before we go again," I told him closing my eyes.

"I couldn't agree more," he replied.

Two months later

I walked into the kitchen to find Logan sitting at the counter eating cereal.

"I'm late," I told him.

"Late for what?" he asked. "I didn't know you had plans for today."

"I'm four days late," I explained.

His eyes got wide when he realized what I was saying and he smiled. "Have you taken a test yet?" he asked.

"Not yet," I told him. "I made an appointment for Monday to see a gynecologist, but I'm going to take one of those tests you bought today."

Logan got up from the barstool and grabbed my hand. He pulled me towards the stairs.

"Logan stop," I cried out, pulling my hand out of his grasp. "I'll take the test after I have breakfast. It's not going anywhere and I'm hungry. The result isn't going to be any different thirty minutes from now."

Logan relented and followed me back to the kitchen. I fixed myself some scrambled eggs and toast while Logan finished his cereal. He sat there watching me eat after he'd put his bowl and spoon in the dishwasher.

"Stop staring at me," I told him in between bites. "It's not going to make me eat any faster and it's annoying me."

He stopped staring at me and switched his focus to his hands.

"Why don't you go upstairs and watch TV while I finish," I suggested.

Logan silently got up. He leaned in and kissed me on my forehead. "I'm sorry," he said. "I know I've been annoying you about getting pregnant. I just want us to have a baby so badly."

"I know," I said, "I do too. You just need to learn how to relax. I don't think I'll be able to take nine months of you freaking out about everything while I'm pregnant. It'll stress me out."

"I can think of something we can do to help me relax that we both like," he said with a smirk.

"Go," I said pushing him away from me. "I'll be up there soon."

He left and I ate the rest of my breakfast without feeling like a caged animal. I knew he was waiting for me so I didn't bother cleaning up the mess I made fixing the eggs. I put the dirty dishes in the sink and headed upstairs.

When I walked into our room Logan was lying on the bed with the TV on but he wasn't watching whatever he had on. He was doing something on his laptop. That's when I noticed he had one of the boxes of pregnancy tests sitting on the bed.

"Did you know these are as accurate as the tests they have at the doctor's office?" Logan asked picking up the box of tests. He reached out to hand me the box.

"Yeah, but the doctor isn't going to do just a pee test on Monday," I told him. "She's going to do a sonogram too."

"So, if you're pregnant we'll get to see the baby on Monday?" he asked and I could hear the excitement in his voice.

"Yes," I replied.

I headed into the bathroom with the opened box and took out the remaining test. I peed on the test and wiped it off with some toilet paper before putting the cap on it. I set it on the counter and cleaned up.

I went back out to the bedroom and Logan looked at his watch when he saw me.

"Five minutes, right?" he asked.

I nodded my head yes and moved to sit on the bed next to him.

"What are you doing?" I asked looking over at the computer screen.

"Looking up information about pregnancy," he told me. "I thought I'd look into buying some books to help us get ready."

We browsed through books on Amazon while we waited. Logan kept checking his watch.

"It's been five minutes," he said after checking the last time.

I didn't move. I was scared to go in there and find the test negative just like the last one. The look on Logan's face after I told him was heartbreaking. I didn't want to have to tell him if it was negative again.

"Why don't you go get the test," I suggested.

He kissed me and then got up to go get it.

When he walked out with the test in his hand I couldn't tell what the results were. He was staring at the test and I didn't know if that was good or bad.

"Well?" I asked.

He looked up at me and smiled. "It's positive?" I asked, shocked at the result.

"Yeah," he said handing the test to me so I could see for myself.

"Oh my God," I said looking at the test. I started crying. I couldn't believe I was pregnant.

Logan moved to sit next to me on the bed. "You're happy, right?" he asked. I guess he was worried that my tears weren't happy ones.

"Of course," I informed him dropping the test on the bed and moving to kiss him.

The kiss lingered and when he pulled back Logan looked at me. "We're really having a baby," he said.

"It seems that way," I responded. "We'll find out for sure on Monday."

Logan smiled at me. "We're going to see our baby on Monday," he said barely above a whisper.

I nodded and pulled him in for another kiss. The kiss led to clothes being shed. Logan moved his laptop so we'd have the entire bed to make love.

"I can't believe we made the baby that's growing in here," he said after he kissed his way down to my stomach.

He was so careful when he made love to me. I think it was mostly due to the shock that I'd actually gotten pregnant. I think he was also a little afraid he'd hurt the baby. I let him take his time and go slow, but I knew that I wasn't going to put up with that for the entire eight or nine months that I was going to be pregnant. Sometimes I liked it hard and fast and if he wanted to keep me happy he'd have to get over his fear.

It turned out the test was right. I was definitely pregnant. Logan and I decided not to tell anyone until I made it through my first trimester, but people figured it out a few weeks after we found out. Logan couldn't keep his hands off my stomach.

Breaking the news to my dad wasn't easy. He was disappointed. He didn't know that we'd rushed to get married so we could have a baby. He flipped out when I told him. He yelled at Logan and me about how we had the rest of our lives to have a baby. He calmed down some once Logan and I assured him that we weren't giving up on going to college just because I was having a baby.

I knew when we went over to the apartment to tell him the news that he wouldn't be happy, but I knew he'd want to be a part of his grandchild's life. He'd just need some time to adjust.

Logan and I had gone to Hawaii the day after Christmas, but had flown home for New Year's Eve. All of our friends had returned from Aspen and Dick was having a major party to celebrate the start of the new year.

"We really don't have to go," Logan said as I stood in the closet trying to decide which dress to wear.

"Yes we do," I told him. "We haven't seen everyone in over a week. Plus I want to show off my tan."

"We did have fun in the sun," he said moving to wrap his arms around me. "And thanks to me you don't have any tan lines."

"I guess I should be thankful that you didn't get rid of my swim suits," I said still annoyed that he'd taken them from my suitcase when we arrived in Hawaii and did't give them back until we were packing to come home.

"I don't think we should wear swim suits when it's just the two of us," he said as he kissed my neck.

He moved his hands to where I had my towel secured and I stopped him from taking it off. "No," I told him. "We don't have time."

"When do you get to the part of the pregnancy when all you want to do is jump me?" he asked after I moved away from his roving hands.

"I don't know," I told him. "Why don't we just focus on getting through the rest of this trimester."

"You're right," he said, giving up on trying to get me to have sex right now. "Why don't you pick out something for me to wear." He finally left the closet and I could focus on picking out what I wanted to wear again.

I finally decided on a red body hugging dress. I figured I wouldn't be able to wear it for Valentine's Day because I was sure it wouldn't fit in a few months. I picked out a pair of jeans, a dark gray button up shirt and a black silk tie for Logan to wear.

Logan and I got dressed and headed downstairs. While we waited for the limo we made out on the sofa. Logan had just pushed my dress up and slid his middle finger between my folds when Duncan and Meg knocked on the door.

"Don't be surprised if I pull you away during the party," Logan told me as we headed to the door.

"We can leave early," I told him. "I'll just blame it on being pregnant."

"I'm so glad to be out of high school," Logan said as we headed out to the parking lot to meet up with my dad, Alicia and Darrell.

"I'm pretty sure I'm happier," I said. "The last month was hell for me."

I'd started my third trimester not long after we returned from spring break. We'd all flown down to Cabo on Duncan's dad's private jet. Logan and I had joined the Mile High Club on the flight down. We'd left late the last day we had school and everyone seemed to be sleeping when we slipped off to the bathroom. If anyone heard us, no one said anything.

"There's the valedictorian!" my dad yelled out when he saw me.

"Hi dad," I said smiling at him.

"I'm so proud of you sweetie," he said pulling me into a hug.

I managed to keep my grades up and won the Kane Scholarship. It didn't matter that I was married to Logan and he could pay for me to go to whichever college I wanted. I wanted to make my dad proud by finishing high school at the top of my class.

"I'm proud of you too Logan," my dad said after he let go of me.

"Thanks Mr. Mars," Logan replied. Logan had changed a lot after we got married. He had started focusing more on school work than partying and his grades had drastically improved.

Logan and I had applied to numerous colleges on both coasts. I had applied to a handful of Ivy League colleges which included Columbia, Brown, Harvard, and of course my dream school: Stanford. I applied to two well-known liberal arts colleges: Wellesley and Vassar, mostly because Lilly had wanted to go to one of them. And then there were all the state colleges in California...UC Berkeley, Pepperdine, UCLA, USC, and UCSD. Logan had applied to all the same California colleges I did. He also applied to NYU and Boston University in case we decided to move to the east coast.

I got accepted to pretty much every school I applied to. Logan had been accepted at UCLA, USC, UCSD, NYU and Boston University. Logan and I had discussed the choices we had opened to us, but we hadn't made a final decision. Logan had access to the Echolls mansion in Los Angeles and the Manhattan apartment, making those two locations the primary options. We were going to have to decided soon so we could move and get settled before the baby came.

Wallace caught up with us and my dad congratulated him. He'd been recruited by the University of Florida. Wallace had worked hard to get his grades up in order to get a full scholarship. His mom was happy for him, but she'd miss him when he moved to Florida.

The six of us went out to eat at a steakhouse before Wallace, Logan and I went back to our house to get ready for Duncan's party that night.

"Be careful," my dad told us as we all got into Logan's SUV.

"We will," I promised. I waved at my dad as Logan backed out of the parking spot.

When we got back to our house Logan and I went up to our bedroom to change and Wallace headed towards one of the guest rooms.

"You know, we don't have to go tonight," Logan said as he closed the door to our bedroom.

"Of course we do," I told him as I sat down to remove the heels I'd been wearing for too long. My feet were swollen and it felt good to be out of those shoes. I was thankful Duncan was having a pool party because that meant I'd be able to wear flip flops.

"You should be taking it easy," he said as he sat next to me.

"Logan," I said in a warning tone. He hadn't been too overprotective of me so far during the pregnancy but he was pushing it by suggesting I should stay home.

"Fine," he said moving to stand up again. He stood in front of me and looked at me for a few seconds. "Just promise me you'll try to stay off your feet as much as possible tonight."

"I promise," I told him and then stood up to hug him.

The kiss got pretty intense and soon Logan's hands were on my back, pulling down the zipper on my dress. He kissed his way down my neck to my shoulder and slowly slid the strap of my dress off.

"Logan," I moaned out.

"I love when you say my name like that," he said moving his head to the other side of my neck to continue his kisses.

"We don't have time," I told him, trying to push him away.

"We always have time for this," Logan said letting the other strap of my dress slip off. He moved his hands to help push the dress over my growing baby bump and watched it pool at my feet.

He moved around to stand behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist with his hands settling on the baby bump. He began kissing my neck again. His hands slowly moved down, pushing the underwear I had on down to the top of my thighs. Logan slipped his right hand between my thighs and moved his fingers up to my folds. I was lost to all coherent thought once his middle finger touched my clit. My entire body shook and I lost feeling in my legs. Logan used his left arm to keep me from falling.

"Feels good, doesn't it baby," Logan whispered in my ear.

"Uh huh," I moaned out as he continued to rub my clit.

He removed his finger from my folds and pushed my underwear down further and they fell to the ground. Once he had me naked, he lift me up and carried me to the bed. He placed me close to the edge and knelt down next to the bed. He pulled me closer to him and moved his right hand to spread my folds before leaning in to lick me.

I was sure Wallace heard the moans coming from me as Logan continued to lick at my clit, bringing me closer to an orgasm. It didn't take long for me to go over the edge. My body had been supersensitive lately. I'd started having multiple orgasms when we had sex because they came on so fast, before Logan was even close to hitting his peak.

While I was coming down from the massive orgasm Logan had given me, he moved to stand up and undress. I took the opportunity to move up the bed to lay on the pillows while I watched him strip off piece after piece of clothing.

"Like what you see?" Logan asked, smiling at me as he unbuttoned his pants.

"Yep," I replied grinning at him. "I always love staring at your abs."

He let his pants drop to the ground and then slowly pushed his boxer-briefs down. He took his time to torture me I'm sure.

"Logan," I groaned as he just stood there staring at me.

He smiled at me and moved towards the bed. "How do you want to do it?" he asked.

We'd been experimenting with various positions since the baby bump had started getting in the way of missionary.

"You decide since you're the one who wanted to do this now," I told him.

"You know I like it when you're on top," he said moving towards me on the bed.

He sat next to me and leaned back against the pillows while I moved to straddle him. He helped me get situated and continued to hold onto my hips to balance me while I rode him. I was thankful he'd been so aroused because it didn't take long for me to be on the brink of coming. Plus Wallace was waiting for us to go to Duncan's party.

"I fucking love you Bobcat," Logan told me as I stilled my movements after we both came.

"I love you too," I said moving off of him, "but we really need to get dressed. I'm sure Wallace is tired of waiting on us."

Logan had convinced me to wear a bikini to the party, but I had no intention of taking off the dress I was wearing to cover it up. Just because Logan loved seeing my baby bump didn't mean I wanted to put it on display for our entire class to see. It had been bad enough having to go to school after I started showing. I wasn't willing to give the catty girls more to talk about behind my back.

"Come on babe," Logan said removing his shirt and kicking off his shoes.

"No, I'm not taking this dress off," I told him resolutely.

"Fine, if you don't want to come in, you can at least sit on the side and dangle your feet in the water," he said.

"Fine," I said and kicked off my flip flops. I moved to sit on the edge as Logan jumped in.

Meg swam over to where I was sitting and pulled herself out of the pool to sit next to me.

"So, are you and Logan any closer to deciding which coast you're going to college on?" she asked.

"No, but we're sitting down Sunday to make a list to help us decide," I told her.

"I know it's selfish, but I really hope you decide to move to the east coast," Meg said.

"I know," I said. "Are you nervous about moving in with Duncan?" I asked.

"Not really," she said. "I mean we're going to different colleges so we won't see each other during the day. It'll be nice to have someone to go home to at the end of the day."

"Does Celeste know you're moving into the apartment with Duncan?" I asked. I knew Duncan's mom wasn't thrilled that he was moving so far away.

"I don't know if Duncan told her or not," Meg said, "but we're not keeping it a secret."

Meg and I were so engrossed in our conversation that we didn't notice Logan and Duncan approaching. They grabbed our legs and pulled us into the pool with them.

"Logan!" I screamed as he pulled me to him.

"Oh come on," he said, "you're not really made about me pulling you in, are you?"

"Yes, I am," I said and pushed him away. I swam towards the stairs and he was right behind me.

I pulled my dress off and wrung it out before throwing it on one of the lounge chairs. I was making my way over to the pile of towels on the table when I stopped in my tracks and clutched my stomach.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked.

"I think I'm in labor," I told him.

"How do you know?" he asked.

"I'm pretty sure I'm having contractions and my water just broke," I explained.

"You're having contractions?" he asked. "How long ago did they start?"

"I don't know," I told him. "I was a little uncomfortable during graduation and at dinner, but I didn't think what I was feeling was contractions."

"So, you've been in labor all night," he said trying to think things over. "I think it's time to go to the hospital. I'll grab our stuff."

He headed towards the chair our stuff was on and grabbed everything. He was back at my side seconds later helping me make our way through the crowd into the house.

"You're leaving?" Duncan asked as he and Meg caught up with us.

"She's in labor," Logan told them.

They helped Logan get me out to his SUV and situated in the back. Logan promised to call and update them once we got settled at the hospital.

When we'd arrived at the hospital I was admitted immediately and the doctor on call was paged to my room. He confirmed that I was in labor. I wasn't due to give birth for nearly three more months. Since my water had already broke they couldn't give me drugs to try and stop the labor, instead they pumped in drugs to help the baby's lungs mature so he or she would have a chance to live once I gave birth.

I was lucky. My cervix dilated slowly allowing time for the drugs to work. When it finally got to the point where I had to push I got scared. I didn't want to give birth to a baby only to have him or her die.

Logan had encouraged me not to let my mind think bad thoughts. He helped me through the contractions and our son was born after about forty-five minutes of pushing. His crying wasn't loud, but I could hear it. I was so thankful he was alive. Logan cut his umbilical cord and then the nurses took him away.

Dr. Collins explained that while our son's lungs were working they weren't at full capacity, so he was being brought to the NICU to be treated. His doctor would update us once they got him settled and assessed the situation.

Dr. Collins had finished up with me and I was wheeled to a hospital room with Logan by my side the entire time. Once we were alone I clung to Logan as I laid in the hospital bed. I was crying uncontrollably and so was he.

"What if he doesn't make it?" I asked through my tears.

"Don't think like that," Logan told me. "He's a fighter. Let's wait to hear what the doctor has to say."

Logan continued to hold me as I cried.

The baby's doctor came in about two hours later. Logan heard the door to my room open and woke me up. She explained that the baby, our son, was currently in an incubator and hooked up to machines. She went on to say that the next twenty-four hours would be the most difficult and there was a strong chance that he might not survive. She told us they were doing everything in their power to help him, but there was only so much that could be done.

I cried even more after she left. The baby that Logan had wanted so badly and I had carried for seven months was fighting for his life.

Logan had called my dad when we first got to the hospital. He called him again after the baby was born and had to explain what happened. Logan asked him to get in touch with Wallace and let him know what happened. Neither Logan nor I wanted to talk about the situation any more. We just wanted to be alone and pray that our son would be strong enough to survive.

Some time during the night Logan and I fell asleep in my hospital bed. I was curled up in his arms when Dr. Collins came to check on me in the morning. Logan got out of the bed and went to the bathroom while I was checked out.

Our son's doctor came in a little while later and told us that he hadn't made it through the night. I went catatonic after hearing that. I didn't have any more tears to cry. I just felt numb. I curled up in the hospital bed facing away from Logan and just stared at the wall. The doctor asked if we wanted our son to be brought to our room. Logan told her that we needed some time to process everything before seeing him.

Logan tried to get me to talk after the doctor left, but I didn't have anything to say. I heard him leave the room a few minutes later. I assumed he went to call my dad and let him know that our son had died. I wasn't sure how Logan wasn't breaking down. He had wanted the baby more than me and yet I was the one having a breakdown.

Later in the afternoon a nurse brought lunch in for me but I didn't eat. I didn't want to move. I continued to space out and tried not to think about anything. I couldn't deal with our son being dead.

When Dr. Collins came to check on me later that day he explained to Logan and my father that I was in shock. There wasn't anything any of them could do. They would just have to let me work through it.

My father and Logan were sitting in my room talking when the door opened and I heard something being wheeled in. I didn't turn to see what was going on, but I heard Logan thank someone and then the door closed again.

I heard Logan get up and seconds later I heard him start to cry. My father moved to comfort him and I wondered what was going on. I turned to look and saw the bassinet. I knew that our son was lying in it and started sobbing. My crying got their attention and Logan rushed over to the bed. He pulled me into his arms and we cried over the loss of the little boy we both had wanted more than anything.