Chapter Three
My eyes fluttered open to see my bedroom enclosed with darkness. I let my eyes shut again as I tried to make myself comfortable in the bed; that's when I heard a bang come from downstairs. My eyes snapped open and I sat up, glancing at the time to realize it was after 11AM.
Where's Oliver? I thought to myself in a panicked state, as I started to get away from my warm bed. I fixed the over-sized white shirt I was wearing that Logan had left from before and made my way downstairs in a pair of blue plaid boxers I still had from when Jess was here last year.
I ventured out to the cold hallway, hearing a faint crying sound. My breath got hitched as I moved more quickly down the stairs, following the muffled crying and ended up in the kitchen. Jess was holding a crying Oliver in his arms and swaying back and forth to sooth him. I glanced at the surroundings making my way over and noticed a broken bowl.
"What happened?" I asked in a panic, placing a hand on Oliver's back.
"We were making breakfast and he went to grab a bowl," Oliver looked up after hearing my voice to look at me, his face red and wet with tears and began to cry harder after seeing me, "Oliver, it's okay. It was just a bowl," Jess shrugged, hugging the boy closer to him, "He climbed up on the counter and I turned around just in time to see him slip," I gasped, my eyes widening as Jess continued, "Calm down, Ror. I got him in time, but not the bowl."
I let out my breath as Oliver moved from Jess' arms to mine. I hugged him tightly and kissed his face, wiping the tears away, "Are you hurt, Oliver?"
Oliver sniffed and shook his head, leaning forward to press his face between my shoulder and neck. I glanced out the kitchen window, the sky was dark with clouds and little fluffs fell from them; a typical early December morning for New York.
"I think he was spooked more than hurt," Jess shrugged and began to pick up the big shards of glass, "Hey… I was wondering where those boxers went," He stood up straight and raised an eyebrow at me, his mouth turning to a slight smirk.
I smiled back at him, "You left them here last year; you didn't ask about them, so I took them for my own," Oliver sniffled and I kissed the mop of brown hair, "Shhh, buddy. You're okay."
Oliver leaned back in my arms, glancing at the remains of the bowl and then back up at me, "I'm sorry, Mommy."
"It's fine, Olly." I shrugged, "No harm done."
"I was only trying to make pancakes with Daddy," Oliver shrugged as I moved in order for Jess to sweep up.
I opened my mouth, but Jess cut me off laughing, "You know, if I wasn't around as much as I am with this mini-me here, I'd have no idea what he's talking about; totally just got pain c-o-c-k out of pancakes," I mock gasped as he spelt out the word, feeling the slight blush creep up my neck.
I smirked at him, pushing away the shy feeling and watched as he threw the ruins away, "Well it's a good thing we can understand him, now isn't it?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," Jess laughed, making his way over to us and wrapping his arms around us loosely, turning towards Oliver, "How about you and mom go and watch TV while I make breakfast?"
"Okay," Oliver wiggled free from my arms and made his way into the living room.
I turned to look at Jess, who smirked at me, squeezed my hip lightly and started to walk into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and chuckled, following my son and grabbed the cordless phone. I began to dial my mother's number while I watched Oliver put some Saturday morning cartoons on.
"Good morning sweets!" My mother chimed into the phone.
"Good morning to you too," I smiled, "How was your night?"
"Oh you know, the regular; went to see a movie, made out with Luke in the back row, got kicked out of the theatre-"
"Mom," I cut in, "What really happened?"
"I just told you," She huffed into the phone.
"Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack."
"That is so wrong," I shook my head, running my hands through Oliver's hair, "What are you guys doing today?"
"Oh, I don't know. I need more shoes-" I heard a faint grumbling sound in the background and smiled. The phone scratched and then I could hear a tiny argument between the two; it ended with a huff from Luke and my mother giggling happily as she continued on with our discussion, "Like I was saying, I need some more shoes, so Luke and I are probably going to Hartford. Is Jess there yet?"
I nodded, though she couldn't see me, "Yeah, got here last night."
"Huh, well you're weekend should be good then."
"He's been coming up every weekend for years Mom," I shrugged, sighing a little, "Unless, something's going on with work."
"I know. I was just asking if he was there, is all. Have you told him about Logan, yet?"
"Yeah, I told him last night," I nodded again, "And Logan's coming over tonight to meet him and see Oliver." The line was silent. I raised an eyebrow and pulled the phone back, checking to see if the line was dead; I put the phone back, "Mom?"
"Yeah, um…" My mother replied breathlessly, "Lo… Logan's going to meet Jess; the father of your four year old, the guy you spend your entire weekends with so you don't see Logan for three days. Logan is going to meet that Jess?"
My eyebrows furrowed together, "Yeah? I've been dating him for six months, Mom. He's met Oliver- why can't he meet Jess?"
"Was this your idea, or was this Logan's?" Her voice was inquiring, "'Cause I know it wasn't Jess'."
"Why does it matter?" I asked, not seeing the point she was making.
"Well, if it was your idea- you'd be comfortable with your boyfriend and the father of your kid meeting and not sound as stressed as you are," I cleared my throat, eyebrows furrowing together in defensiveness, "And if this was Logan's idea, you might want to make sure he doesn't have a weapon."
"Was this a bad idea? He was good with Oliver; Logan's nice and classy- when he wants to be; do you honestly think he would try something like that?" I rambled; looking towards the kitchen and hearing Jess' mumble a Tragically Hip song while flipping the pancakes onto a plate.
My mother and I were silent for a moment, my heart beat picking up a little bit and I looked at Oliver who was leaning into my side, playing with my fingers that I had wrapped around him.
"Oh, I think you'll be fine," Liar, I thought to myself, "Hey, do you think Luke and I could come up for the meeting?"
My mouth dropped, "You're sick."
"Oh come on!" She tried to reason, her voice sounding less serious than a minute ago, "It's going to be great, Momma wants to see!"
"No," I firmly stated, "Not a chance."
"You're mean."
"You're weird."
"You're childish!"
"Coming from the person who I know just stuck out their tongue!"
"I did not!" 'Yes she did, Rory!' I heard Luke's faint remark, "Traitor!"
The doorbell rang and a few knocks followed it. I smiled as I heard the two on the other end bickering. I heard Jess walk towards us and I looked up at him, smiling.
"Are you not going to get that?" I raised an eyebrow at his remark.
"I'm bonding over the phone with my mother and your uncle," I looked at him expectantly, "I also had your child, 14 hours of labor for you, the least you can do is get the door," My mocking look turned into a grin as he rolled his eyes.
"You're insane," Jess shook his head as he started towards the door.
"Back yet?" I heard from the speaker on the phone, I mumbled a 'yes' as I tried to listen to who was at the door, "Wow, I've taught you well kid. I guess whispering in your ear when you were asleep about how you owe me so much is now being pushed onto Jess for Oliver; poor, poor man."
I laughed and opened my mouth to say something until Jess cut me off, "Ror!"
"Hold on," I said into the phone, pulling it away from my ear and getting up. I made my way to the front hallway to see a blonde arriving earlier than expected. I slowly lifted the phone to my ear, "Mom, I have to call you back." I clicked the end button before she could respond and stared shockingly at him.
"Hey Ace," Logan replied, masking the sudden uneasiness he no doubt felt and glanced between myself and Jess.
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A/N: heeey, so here's the next chapter! soo sorry it was a wait. lol, hope you guys like it! lemme know what you think! :)
