/Logan POV/

Chapter Song: I Didn't Mean To Make You Mine - Nina

"Wait. What do you mean that you've don't know where she is? She isn't here! What did you fight about about?!" I scream into the phone as I make a mad dash for my car and ripping out of the driveway.

"I screwed up. I screwed up so bad. She hasn't talked to me in hours." James sobs from the other side of the phone.

"What did you do?!"

"I said Melody isn't mine! I told her that I shouldn't have to deal with her-r-r." Another sob, with a few non-understandable words following. "I didn't mean it! I want her! I want our baby!"

"Shut up. I'll find her." I hang up and dial Mom's number. Sawyer may seek comfort there. It's logical. It would honestly be such a relief if she's there. James said he hasn't been able to get a hold of her for hours.

The phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mama. What's up?"

"Making dinner. Why? What's up with you?"

"Is Little Bit with you?"

"No. She's probably with James. Try there."

"Yeah. Okay. Love you, Mom."

"Love you too, Son."

After the call ends, I fling the phone into the passenger seat.

Where is she? If I were her, where would I go?

Crap. Crap. Crap.

I have to go back home and try to work out a plan.

/Sawyer POV/

When I started walking, I just kept going. No destination, just as far away from him as possible. Only to end up in a little coffee shop to cry, rethink, and relive the lat 30 minutes over and over.

"I don't think you should be here all by yourself." I jump when someone begins to speak to me.

"I'm okay." I look up, but stop mid-sentence. "Cyrus? What are you doing here?"

"I'm going home and saw you through the window. Question is; what are you doing here?" He remains standing a few feet away with hands in his pockets.

"I'm sitting."

"Just sitting? You don't have chairs where you live?"

"Why is it such a concern of yours?" I make sure my zipper is still together and then cross my arms over my belly while waiting for his snippy reply.

"I don't even like walking alone through here at night. I don't think you should either."

"Well, I don't have anywhere to be."

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't matter. I-." I just feel so frayed, like my whole world is caving in. Cyrus moves closer and sits across the table from me. Embarrassment and shame fills me. I bet he's just waiting for the moment to tell me that he was right about everything.

"You doing okay?" He asks. "

"I'm fine. How are you?" I look away from my belly and over to him. My eyes are sore and puffy from crying, which means they probably look entirely crazy.

"I'm actually doing well. I've stopped smoking. Completely clean for 4 months."

"That's really great. I'm happy for you."

"Thanks. And, how's...?" He glances at the baby bump and back to me.

"She's great. I think she's asleep at the moment, not much movement going on. Her name is Melody Avery."

"That's lovely. I'll bet she'll love it... So, you think that maybe you want me to take you home? I don't wanna leave you all alone here."

"Uh. No. I'll be fine."

"Nonsense. I'll take you home. Come on."

"You don't even have your car."

"Well, walking to work saves on a gas. It's only a 15 minute walk. I'm trying to save money for repairs on the condo. My car still works. Either you can walk with me or I'm going to get the car and come back."

"Gosh. You're such a butthead." I chuckle. "Such a hard head."

"Is that a 'yes'?" He stands.

"I guess." I stand and my dress straightens out and I clutch the side once again.

"You look nice. Where you been?"

"I don't really wanna talk about it." We begin to walk.

(At Cyrus's house)

Cyrus POV

"Come on in for a minute and have a seat. Oh and don't be afraid to shoo Bernard if he starts to jump on you. Or feel free to roam around."

"I hate to ask, but my dress is torn. Could I borrow some clothes? Would you have anything to fit me?"

"I can see what I have. Don't know if anything I have will fit you." I remark with snarly smile.

"Excuse me? You did this to me. The least you could do is let me have a shirt and some sweats."

"Of course. Give me a minute."

It didn't take long to find something to let her wear nor for her to come out of that bathroom looking absolutely looking like a dream come true. The make-up washed off, the hair tossed up messily, and her hand underneath my baby that is protruding through her abdomen.

"I didn't think that things would go so bad, but surprisingly... I'm not shocked. It hurts but then why is my body numb? It didn't even hurt this much when you broke up with me. That's crazy because James and I weren't together a third of the time you and I were... You know, I can't believe I let myself get so stupid especially with a baby on the way. Oh, gosh, the baby..."

I mean, I figured that she and James had a fight but still not sure where this is going.

She bursts into a fit of tears that I hadn't even realized were welling up.

"I've never hurt this bad."

There so no other option, I wrap my arms around her and try to squeeze all the little broken pieces back together.

"Come on now. You'll be alright. Let's sit down." I ease us down to the couch.

"He said that he loved Melody. Why would he say that if he didn't mean it?"

The last I held Sawyer while she cried was when she accidentally got us turned around and completely lost. That was actually one of the fondest memories I have of Sawyer. We got so lost we had to have someone from that local policemen lead us back to where we were trying to go in the first place. She was so scared then, but not even at her worst nightmare had I had ever experience left her this torn apart. Not even our break up affected her like this.

"You're okay." I say with repetition.

She eventually loses her ability of speech then just clings to me, eyes so puffy and red. But no more tears. Perhaps she has cried all she can. Maybe she's thought up a solution, but for now she lays against me chewing her nails. One of her bad habits.

"James said that the baby isn't his. I know she isn't, but he never said otherwise. He always just loved her from the beginning, even before I realized that I was going to keep her. He's changed."

I try to not say anything to rouse her. But, do not he fooled, a fire was lit enough to make me nearly run out the door to tear James's head off. All I can do to calm down is to pet her arm back and forth.

The little nibbles on her nails eases as she drifts to sleep.

/Sawyer POV/

Wearily, I climb the front porch steps of Logan's house the next morning and lean against the door to catch my breath. Appearance isn't even in my top 20 concerns. My hand turns the knob. Once I get in the door and shut it, I drop my keys and purse to the floor with a loud clicking noise.

"Hello?" Logan walks into the room with an extremely perturbed look on his face at first.

"Logan." My voice cracks.

"Sawyer." He comes over and hugs me tightly. "I was so scared. I thought something happened to you. I'm so glad you're okay. Never do that to me again. I love you. I was so worried. Where were you?" He backs up, holding onto my arms.

"Cyrus's. James hu-. H-he sa-aid- t-that."

"I know."

"You were right."

"Shh." He releases me. "Stop. Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?"

"Just my heart."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"I didn't mean to scare you. I- I just didn't know what to do. It hurts so bad. How could I have been so stupid?"

"You're not stupid. And, he's so upset with himself. He's called so many times asking about you. I think he may have pulled all his hair out."

"I don't wanna talk to him. Don't let him here either. I just don't want him here. I don't wanna see him." I walk over, sit on the couch, and kick off my shoes. Logan remains standing where he is.

"Okay. He won't come. Do you need anything? I can make a food run or order something."

"I'm not really hungry right now."

"How's the baby?"

"She's okay."

"Good. Listen, I am so glad you're safe. Is there anything that I can get you?"

"No thanks. I'm just gonna sit here."

"Alright. I'm gonna call Mom and let her know you're safe."

I sit back, propping my feet on the coffee table. How they ache.

I wonder if that butt-face has left any messages for me. I reach for my phone that is in my pocket and switch it on. After it loads, notification after notification spills in.

78 missed calls.

62 new messages.

A mix of him, Logan, and Mom.

Whatever. I dismiss them and look at my background. It's a silly selfie of James and I laying on his bed. His glasses slid down his nose and my hair up in a messy bun.

Gotta change that.

I access my picture gallery. Almost every picture is either of James or James and me.

Ugh. I set the phone down and lay across the couch. The baby doesn't like the sudden shift of position. She lets me know that by the turnabouts that she begins to perform.

"Shhh, Baby. It's okay. Mama's here." My hands lay on either side of my belly button and my fingers gently move back and forth. Melody isn't letting up though. Apparently, I caused a great disturbance when I moved. "I love you."

It's funny how you do something, even when there are a million flashing, red lights and all your friends and family telling you that maybe it isn't the right choice. Everyone told me that this would happen.

I just can not believe that James could be so cruel.

I stare at the phone, thinking of all the things that we said.

Is it over now?

Are James and I... over?

The remote is on the coffee table, I reach for it and flip through the channels. A few movies and shows are on. Silence Of The Lambs distracts me the most. Something about how amazing that Anthony Hopkins can work criminal insanity. He makes you believe what you're seeing. Nearly convinces you that he might actually be crazy.

Fascinating, how people can do that. Make you think one thing, then the truth is revealed.

Turns out, lots people are good it.

"Hey, Baby Sis." Logan comes through the house.

"Hey, Lo." I sit up.

"What's up?" He sits next to me and looks at the TV.

"The end of Silence Of The Lambs. I think that this might be a horror movie marathon. The Ring is supposed to come on next and then The Amityville Horror, and Signs."

"Oh. Sounds like our kinda thing. Guess it's a good thing that I've got food on the way and nothing else to do."

"I guess it is." I feign a smile.

The movies are excellent, so is the food. But Logan's curiosity got the better of him.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"I'm such an idiot. I'm an idiot. Why did I think this would be okay! How could he say that?"

Because, it's true. I knew that from the start, so did he.

Is it so wrong that I just honestly want him to show up like John Cusack in Say Anything. I just want him to say that he's sorry and that we'll always be together. I want something to make sense. My best friend hurt me in a way no one else could.