Olivia "Are you Mr. Wilfred?" I asked, rushing towards an elderly man at the entrance of the school gate. The man's features excluded he was an athlete. The outfit he was wearing indicated that he had one or two skills."You are Olivia, right?" He asked, glancing at his phone. I nodded my head, trying to steady my breathing. We had managed to arrive at the school within the said minutes. However, we were yet to accomplish our task. We needed to find Quinn before her speech started."Please follow me," the man said, sparing Logan and me a quick glance. We followed suit. I would've taken my time to check around the school premises, but we were currently on a mission. A school tour or any other activities could wait."Take a deep breath, at least," Logan muffled out behind me. His tall frame was overshadowing mine. Hands stuffed inside his pockets, he didn't seem distressed at all, unlike me. One would think I was Quinn's aunt, not him."I'm breathing, you know. The one who needs to sho
Logan I took a sip of the almost cold coffee as I stole glances at Olivia through my eyelashes. I failed to understand why she was so invested in Quinn's speech. She made me stand on stage and take a picture with other kids' parents. Like I didn't see that coming. I thought we'd just sit and watch everything unfold within a short hour or so, but the way Olivia went the extra mile really touched me somewhere that wasn't supposed to.It is rare for the Nero family to get entangled with such things. I can't recall the time my father attended any of our school events. We always do things alone, unless it involves something that will benefit him, then he would assign someone to tag along—his secretary, for that matter. Seeing Quinn standing on stage ignited a past memory inside me, but that will be a discussion or rather a distraction for another day. I don't want my anxiety to start kicking in."Why don't you hang the photo frame in your clinic then?" I said, dropping the cup and intertw
OliviaMy hand was still secured around Logan's wrist as I led us to his bed. The fact that it was actually the first time I had sat on his bed. Tell myself not to have any dirty thoughts regarding that. Yet, I did. What would it feel like for Logan to pin me to his bed, trail his fingers over my face, from my cheeks to my lips, down to my earlobes? Tease me with his touches and...Okay, something was definitely wrong with my head. I mentally scolded myself. I shouldn't be having such thoughts about Logan, at least not when he was staring at me like someone who had had his most important time of the day taken away. "What are you doing?" he said, the same nonchalant expression on his face.I let out a proud smile. "Your share of the cake," I said proudly."I told you already. I don't eat cake.""But I want you to.""What does that mean? Is it compulsory for everyone to eat it?" My eyes squinted at him with the way he said it.I had managed to get everyone to taste the cake. It was actu
Olivia Today felt different. I would say it was going to be a good day for me, or should I say, the brightest side of the day. I woke up on a positive note, not entirely though. Logan's teases occupied my thoughts all through the night. He had even gone to the extent of sending me a text message.Thank you.As the message entailed, it was as simple as that. But that hadn't stopped my heart from reeling over how Logan was making me feel these days. "Let's get out of bed and start the day, Olivia," I cheered, pulling the covers off my body and heading for the bathroom.I took my time in the shower. I forgot to mention that I hadn't been taking care of my hair for like two days straight. I always made a mental note to do that when I got back home, but I would end up crashing for the night and then be too lazy to do it in the morning.Today felt different. I was in the mood. I went for a simple outfit – a blouse and Converse shoes. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My body had def
LoganThe thickness in the room was as palpable as the weight on my heart. If you were to ask me what was going on, I wouldn't be able to state it as a matter of fact. All I knew was that we, along with our father, were discussing the progress of the project. However, half of my mind was occupied by something else – Olivia, to be exact.I knew she had no ill intentions in her actions the other night. She was merely looking out for the family. I hadn't expected Scott to be so open to the matter. I had wanted to intervene but decided it was best to remain silent. Part of me knew that they were right. Such gestures were not a part of the Nero family culture. We didn't take birthday celebrations seriously, nor did we embrace events that wouldn't benefit father positively.Birthdays were not something I looked forward to, nor had I ever dreamt of them. The last birthday I had celebrated was when I was twelve. I remembered that day vividly. It was the day that revealed my father's true colo
OliviaSeeing the live scan of my baby before my eyes brought all shades of emotions to my heart. Seeing the life of another person inside me made me feel overwhelmed. I didn't try to hide away my tears from the doctor. "As you can see, your baby is living inside you pretty fine," she said with a smile as she rolled the tissue over my visible baby bump.I lifted my body on the bed to a standing position. My vision turned blurry as I found myself staring at the screen before me. "Is that my baby?" I cracked out, still in disbelief."Yes. That's your baby. I will print the photo scan for you. I'm sure you will need it," she said, proceeding to take her seat. I followed suit. This time around, I was careful with my steps. I didn't want any slight movement that would harm my baby.I grabbed my seat facing the doctor while sniffing my tears. "I'm sorry for getting too emotional," I apologized.The doctor shook her head. "It's a normal thing. We doctors are used to it. If we get easily sway
OliviaOne word to describe me. I was a mess. A total mess. My heart wasn't in a good shape same goes to my emotions. I was angry. Not at Logan but at myself. I kept on telling myself that Logan and I have something going on. I kept on telling myself that I was going to be alright. It was just a business meeting right. It's not like he's not coming back. Maybe he was too busy to check his message. Maybe he was swamped with work. But the reality of the was that, I was all alone. The truth was vividly enough for me to embrace. But I couldn't bring myself to. I couldn't turn up to Jamie knowing I would only trouble her with my problems. None of the family members really cared about me. Everyone is busy with their life. The hope I have left regarding taking decisions in my own hands shattered. I felt nothing but disappointment. At myself and also Logan. He left me. He didn't care to check up on me. I left the house very early in the morning, even before anyone was awake. My presence at
LoganMy mind had been divided between the ongoing discussion and my own thoughts. Today marked two days of my stay in Santorini, and I would say it hasn't gotten any better for me. Yes, I know I was in the wrong. I shouldn't have left without informing Olivia. I had thought it would be a one-day deal signing, but it turned out to have its own setbacks I needed to navigate to see it through.The only thing keeping me sane was the thought of Olivia. Being away from her made me realize how much I was missing in life. It made me confront my feelings. Yes, I have fallen for Olivia. I don't know how it happened, but I know what I feel for her isn't just sympathy for the responsibility or the child growing inside her. It's more than that. I haven't felt so out of place with my emotions like I have since the day I left New York for Santorini.I had tried calling Olivia countless times but discarded the thought. At some point, I was nervous. What could I possibly tell her when I left just lik
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