Olivia Logan took me to a fancy yet calm restaurant just exactly how I want it. I don't desire too much crowd. A waiter approached us. "Good afternoon. What would you like to order" the young boy asked politely. "Um...""Just give us the menu. We'll let you know when we finish selecting" the young boy nodded before sauntering away. After some a minute or two, he came back with the menus."Here Sir" he passed the two menu to Logan. "So.... Let's see" Logan trailed off. I was expecting him to pass the menu to me yet he's doing another thing."What are you doing?""Ordering for us of course""Yes I know. But why are you holding both the menu to yourself?" A small smile resonate from his lips. "I'm ordering for both of us" I rolled my eyes at his remark. "How would you know what I want to eat. On top of that, how would you know the food that are supposed to be taken as a pregnant woman?" I threw the question at him Logan chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, Oli
LoganToday, like every other day, had been an overwhelming experience for me. Being a businessman in a competitive industry is no easy task. I had just finished a meeting with a client and was planning to take a brief moment of rest before my next appointment. A knock interrupted my thoughts, followed by Abigail, making her way towards my desk. I took a deep breath. "Abigail, could we take a short break? Please bring me a cup of coffee.""Of course, Sir," she replied and promptly left the office. I loosened my tie and leaned back, letting my head rest. My mind wandered to Olivia. I wondered what she was up to at the moment. I never anticipated that our lives would become entwined like this, but in some ways, I was relieved that it hadn't tarnished my reputation. At least, not yet."Young man," Brian waltzed into my office, his legs carrying him with a sense of purpose."You always know how to appear unannounced," I said, setting down the pen that seemed to have found its way into my
Olivia To be honest, I had doubted Logan's cooking abilities when he had confidently claimed to show me what he had in his culinary repertoire. But as I observed him preparing the shrimp and crabs, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by his skillful movements and the way his muscles flexed. It was like watching a professional chef on a cooking show. His voice seemed distant as he shared cooking tips, but my attention was fixated on him."Make sure the shrimp is well cooked to enhance the flavor. Unless you prefer it half done," he advised, his words barely registering as I continued to stare."Pass me the salt," he requested again. Lost in my thoughts, I reached for the jar without focusing on his specific request. His voice snapped me back to reality."I didn't say pepper. Salt. Focus!" His tone was stern, and I quickly corrected my mistake, switching the jars. "Here. You're making it sound like you're a guest on a world cooking show."As soon as the words slipped out of my mouth, I r
LoganIt was clear to me that Olivia's behavior was not solely due to the pregnancy. Her true nature seemed to be surfacing, and it made me realize that she had forgotten whose house this actually was. Closing the door behind me, I couldn't help but feel a wave of frustration. I hadn't even had the chance to review today's papers, and yet she failed to appreciate the effort I had put into getting the shrimp and crab for her. It seemed like the best course of action would be to keep my distance from her, as her presence threatened to drive me to madness.With that thought in mind, I changed out of my work attire and prepared to unwind for the night. Checking on any work-related matters seemed impossible at the moment. I reached for the last pill on my prescription and swallowed it with a sip of water. Running my hands through my hair, I felt a slight sense of relief as my nerves began to settle.These pills had become my personal therapy, allowing me to find some respite in sleep. I ha
Olivia For the life of me, my heart skipped a bit, but it wasn't someone from Logan's family who walked through the door. It's not like Logan and I are in some kind of secret relationship, although we do have a secret between us. Lisa came in with two cups of coffee, and I had completely forgotten that I had sent her to get them."Here's your sweet coffee, Mr. Logan," Lisa said, seemingly testing my patience with her emphasis on the sweetness."Thank you, Lisa," Logan replied, smiling as he raised the cup. The look they exchanged didn't sit well with me. As soon as Lisa was out of sight, I turned to Logan just as he was about to take a sip of his so-called sweet coffee."I want that," I blurted out, which wasn't what I had initially planned to say."You want what?" he asked, sounding uncertain if he had heard me correctly."Your sweet coffee.""You must be joking," he chuckled. "You have yours. And you know drinking too much sugary stuff is not good for the baby."I rolled my eyes at
Logan"No.""What do you mean no? Isn't that what you came here to tell me?" She replied, shrugging her shoulders. If you ask me why I came to her clinic, I wouldn't be able to answer because I don't know either. I don't even know how we'll tackle the problem."This is not the right time to tell them. I'm currently working on a big project, and I don't want it to affect my work. If not-""Your reputation will be tarnished," she cut me off. Something flashed in her eyes—disappointment. And that somehow didn't sit well with me. I don't know why seeing her sad clenched my heart. I know it's my responsibility to take care of her as the father of the unborn baby, but at the same time, I felt the need to put a smile on her face.Don't get me wrong, I don't like her—or harbor any feelings towards her. Maybe I'd call it pity. She has to go through the stages of pregnancy with a total stranger whom she knows nothing about. I didn't say anything and turned my focus back to the road, driving awa
OliviaI don't know what came over me in that moment of our close proximity. My hand instinctively moved towards his bare chest, and I placed my palms against his skin. An electric shock surged through my body, sending tingles down my legs. The desire to have his lips on mine intensified, growing more powerful by the second. Logan's grip around my waist remained firm as his intense gaze locked with mine. I closed my eyes, anticipating the touch of his lips to satisfy the unexpected craving that consumed me."Why don't you go back to your room now?" His words brushed against my earlobe, snapping me out of my reverie. A smug smile danced upon his lips. I hadn't seen that coming. He was well aware of the effect he had on me, evident from the expression on my face. He noticed how I closed my eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words got caught in my throat. Logan spoke again, his voice dripping with mischief. "But I can give you the privilege of undressing me with your eyes if you w
LoganI had made up my mind. I needed to stay away from Olivia. Being close to her could lead us both into trouble. Just yesterday, I struggled not to kiss her. Her tempting lips had stirred a strong desire within me, and I had to exert self-control to resist. If not, I would have kissed her right then and there. But despite my intentions, I couldn't stop thinking about her. My mind was supposed to be focused on work, but Olivia occupied half of my thoughts. Why was she occupying so much space in my mind? She was here solely for the sake of the baby, nothing more."Nothing more" I muttered aloud, reassuring myself. I redirected my attention to the task at hand. Liam had sent over the missing report, and I delved into it. As I was engrossed in the documents, my mobile phone interrupted with a ringing tone. My heart skipped a beat upon seeing Olivia's name on the screen. I contemplated ignoring the call, but a part of me longed to hear her voice. After a brief internal struggle, I pres
Olivia Three months laterI stared at my reflection in the mirror. I saw a different woman. I knew I had changed both physically and emotionally within the span of a year, from the time I met Logan up to this stage. I couldn't be thankful enough. I had a good set of people in my life and a caring, loving husband like Logan.Words couldn't express how grateful I was for having him in my life. Every day was a new discovery of him. Our love grew stronger with each passing day. And then came our little prince, Tristan. My eyes traveled to his sleeping figure on the bed. Three months had gone by so fast. Logan was actually serious when he said he'd pamper him. That was exactly what he did. Sometimes, I used to feel guilty when he stayed awake with me as we tried to put Tristan to sleep at night. But Logan would still insist that he doesn't mind. He wanted to be there for me and our baby.As for the family, they showed immense support too, especially Amelia, who made sure to check my healt
Logan "It feels so good to be back at home. I've been away for just a few days, yet it felt like months. The aura of the house somehow feels strange," I uttered beside Liam "I know, right?" He answered, I grabbed my seat on the living room couch. Liam followed suit. "Thank goodness work has been easier these days.""Why?" I questioned, sparing him a look."Maybe Father has decided to free us. Scott hasn't been at the office for two days now. He's following your footsteps."My lips curved up. "You guys should thank Olivia for stepping up for you. Her presence in this house has really made an impact."Liam nodded his head in agreement. "You're right. You know, I don't know whether I should say this, but I had a crush on Olivia when she first came to this house."My surprise was visible as I stared at Liam. "Don't attack me. I've worked on my crush. I'm not ready to get killed by you, especially since we found out you two got married. So, don't panic. I'm not planning on stealing your
Olivia“Olivia, please take a seat first,” Amelia held me by the shoulder and tried to make me sit. I had given birth barely up to five hours, but the tension inside me showed no signs of calming down. Not when I knew my grandma was battling for her life in the ICU.“I don’t know, Amelia. I’m scared. What if something happens to her? I can’t…” I choked on my words. Sarah joined in, and both of them placed comforting hands on my shoulder.I had been pacing around the hallway of the ICU, waiting for the doctor to show up while I left Logan and Jamie in the room where I had been admitted with the baby.“You shouldn’t stress yourself; you’re not strong. She’ll be fine. The doctors are skilled, and the operation will be a success,” Sarah reassured. I took a sharp breath and nodded my head, not because of anything but to ease their worry.Thirty minutes turned into an hour before the doctor finally emerged. I rose to my feet and rushed towards him. “Doctor, how is my grandma? Is she okay?”
Olivia Grandma's eyes were fixed intently on me and Logan. Nervousness crept over me as I awaited what she had to say. I shifted in my seat when she cleared her throat, and her gaze shifted to Logan. "So, what plans do you have for my granddaughter?" she asked.My brows creased in confusion. "What plan, Grandma? Logan and I are married."She threw me a glare in return. "Are you his mouth? I'm talking to Logan, not you."I formed my lips into a thin line. "Sure, go on," I urged, using my hand to indicate that she should continue. I didn't even want to look at Logan, knowing he might become nervous."My plan is simple. I'm going to make her the happiest person alive." Heat crept up my cheeks at his words. Logan always knew how to warm my heart and make butterflies erupt in my stomach. I was sure lucky to have someone like him in my life. I would say he was like an angel sent to me to shower my life with love and happiness.I was snapped back to reality by Grandma's words. "You have a w
Olivia“Three plates of fried shrimp for table two!” Jamie’s voice boomed through the crowded room.“Coming!” I yelled back from the counter and then made my way into the kitchen.“I've told you countless times about shouting,” Logan scolded.“Three plates of fried shrimp for table two. Looks like Grandma will just have to hire you. People are liking your fried shrimps,” I said with an amused smile, brushing off his first statement.“Trying to dodge the topic by using sweet words on me, right?” I raised an eyebrow.“Did I? If I don’t shout, how would the customers hear me?” I voiced out. Logan dished out the shrimp onto three plates.“If they can’t hear, they should fuck off. They can’t stress my wife.” That made me blush like a fool, and I didn't try to hide it. “Easy. At least no one is flirting with your wife.” I mused.“They won’t even dare.” Logan winked at me, making the situation even worse. I was sure he could see right through my blush.“You guys should wait till we’re close
Logan "If you're not going to talk, then leave," the woman's voice cut through the silence. I took in a deep breath. I don't know why I was getting so nervous, maybe because of the look she was giving me. I hadn't felt this nervous in a while. I think even if I went for a job interview I wouldn’t be this nervous. "Grandma, first of all, I won't beat around the bush. I'll be straightforward with you," I began.She raised an eyebrow. I continued, "You should be thankful that you've had the chance to still be alive at this stage of life. Some people your age are battling with incurable conditions. The doctor didn't say you're suffering from cancer or a deadly disease. You have a chance to stand up on your feet.""If you're trying to preach to me, it won't work," she spat."Call it whatever you want, but I'm going to change your mind. You're going to get the kidney transplant. You shouldn't be selfish. You're the only family Olivia has. You saw how she cried earlier. I don't think you s
Olivia "Logan won't see the good side of me today," I muttered, staring at my phone. I was certain I had heard a female voice on the other end. Where could he have gone? He doesn't know many places around here."Cut that poor man some slack. Must he always be with you twenty-four hours a day?" Jamie hissed as she took a sip of her lemonade. We had stopped at a restaurant, and I was suddenly craving the "hungry man size" meal we had last time with Logan. I was still eating when I decided to call Logan and ask if he wanted me to order takeout for him, but that's when I heard the female voice."Yes! He's supposed to be. He's my husband after all," I replied, tossing her a glare. Jamie's visit had been sudden, but it came at the right time when Grandma was playing hard to get.The way I had broken down in tears earlier had touched her deeply. I didn't understand why Grandma was being so stubborn about not wanting the kidney transplant. I had even begged the doctor to let me be her donor.
Logan "It's a pleasure to see you again, Logan. You haven't been visiting. Should I say the last time we spoke was six months ago, or even going on a year?" Mr. Norman remarked as we sat in his office."It seems you've been keeping track. I don't really keep count," I replied.Mr. Norman made a call. "Please bring two cups of coffee to my office," he requested before turning his attention back to me. "Well, I can't forget you just like that. Anyways, what brings you here? I'm sure this meeting isn't just about seeing an old face, although I must say it brings back memories."I understood what he meant by 'old memories.' In the past, that remark might have soured my mood, but now it didn't affect me like it used to. Mr. Norman was my mother's personal doctor. When she left my father's house, she lived next door to Mr. Norman's house, and he was the one who treated her illness. He knew about everything, even though I was with her for only a short while before my father took custody of
Olivia"Can we get two plates of fried shrimp!" a customer's voice echoed through the room."Yes! They'll be with you shortly!" I responded loudly from behind the counter, then turned to Logan, who was busy in the kitchen."You really shouldn't be shouting like that; it's not good for the baby," Logan chided as he skillfully prepared the shrimp."Well, I have to if we want to make enough money for Grandma," I retorted, earning a chuckle from Logan."You're something else. What does shouting have to do with making money?"If only he knew. "Do you have any idea how much we've made so far? You underestimate the magic of your cooking skills. Keep going," I urged, taking the two plates and heading out to serve the customers. There were still more orders to take. When Logan and I decided to open the restaurant, we initially planned to offer just one menu, noodles, as it was the easiest option. However, to our surprise, customers started pouring in. Some were regulars who inquired about Gr