Chapter 117

Logan

After Emily and I's short-lived conversation in bed the other night, I have made for sure to keep my eyes on her. I just want to make sure that she is okay and that nothing is wrong, that she is feeling no distress from any outside factors that I have some kind of control over. The last thing that I want her to feel is any kind of insecurity now that Delilah is around, her worries about the woman completely valid and yet she was the one who invited her to work for us in the first place.

Maybe it was a way for her to get away from the sight of Delilah and I together. I would feel the same exact way and would have done the same exact thing if I were in her shoes. I don't know how I would react if one of her exes, somebody like Jack or Michael, came into our lives and offered to work for us for free. I would think that hell has frozen over if that ever happened.

I sit in my office and watch my desk, always keeping my door open so that she never leaves my sight. Emily has been living in her own world at work. She keeps her head down for the most part and minds her own business, not bothering to pay attention to Delilah and Carla, as well as the other employees in the office while they talk and laugh and have a good time with one another.

A part of me feels like I should be worried for her, worried that there is something else going on in her life that I have no clue about. That I am ignorant in her silent plight of suffering and turmoil.

So, in an attempt to make her feel better, I have instructed Tony, my Beta, to go out and get Emily her favorite foods, and to make for sure that she is as comfortable as possible inside of the office. Every single time that she receives one of my gifts, she either devours the food or rushes away in a hurry. It is the most peculiar thing to watch happen, unsure, if I've given her something that she simply does not like, that she is allergic to, or she just simply cannot stand the taste of.

My mind is solely focused on Emily. It is so focused on my wife that I do not even notice Delilah entering inside my office, closing the doors behind her. I look away from Delilah, the doors obscuring my view, and look at my ex-girlfriend from college, raising an eyebrow her direction.

“Hi, Logan,” she greets me with a bright and energetic smile. She keeps her hands behind her back as she walks towards me, taking the seat in front of her. She pulls out to go bags, the smell of deep-fried food from a restaurant we used to frequent in college together filling in my office. “I was wondering if we could have lunch with one another! You know, to catch up on the years we missed out on!”

Before I can respond, the door to my office opens. I quickly look in the direction of Emily's desk, but I realize that she is not there. She definitely walked away to get away from the sight of Delilah and I together in an office…alone.

If the roles were reversed, I would've broken the door down. Emily is so much better than me in every single way possible. I am so lucky to have a woman like her in my life.

“Sure,” I turned back to Delilah and force a smile onto my face, “let's have lunch.”

Delilah and I have made ourselves at home in the conference room, one of the rooms that usually go on occupied since nobody uses them. French fries and packets of ketchup are scattered across the wooden table. We laughed as we reminisce on old memories with one another, every story, becoming funnier and funnier than the previous one.

Our laughter dies down, though, when I go to take a sit from the soda she bought me. When I turned back to look at her, Delilah is already staring back at me, a fond and nostalgic smile on her face. I raise my eyebrow at her, unsure why she is looking at me like that.

“Do I have something on my face?” I ask, reaching up to feel around my face. Delilah shakes her head and laughs, tilting her head to the side.

“No,” she smiles at me, “I just miss you. I miss us. I miss our relationship with one another.”

My body goes stiff. Of course, she is only here to try and reignite the flame that was once lit between us. She ruined all of those years ago by cheating on me. I will never go back to her, never again. Besides, I have Emily at my side and she is the love of my life.

“Our time together is over, Delilah,” I try my best to let her down as gently and easily as possible, “while our relationship was fun, I am now happily married to Emily and I don't plan on leaving her anytime soon.”

Delilah's face falls. She looks away for a brief moment before turning back to me, solemnly nodding at me. She picks up a french fry and eats it, letting out an exasperated sigh. I contain an eye roll and continue with my lunch, ready to leave before her words shock me back to life.

“I know,” she says, “I would've never have expected you to want to become a father, though. You know, since Emily is pregnant and everything. That was always something you were adamantly against. I was foolish enough to think that I could change your mind, but I'm glad Emily did.”

“Pregnant?” I question her, tilting my head to the side.

Delilah stares at me with white and eyes, a shocked to look on her face. She laughs and shakes her head, reaching over to lightly punch me on the shoulder. I do not say a word, though, and instead remain silent, hoping that she will quickly elaborate. Delilah's face suddenly serious, and she leans in, placing her hand on the top of my forearm.

“What? Isn't it so obvious that she's pregnant?” Delilah questions me. “I thought you knew! That's why you kept buying her all the food and told the office to be kind to her in these months! That's why everybody's avoiding her in the first place!”

When I don't respond, Delilah's face immediately turns pale, losing all of its color in a split second. She stammers, in Audible sounds leaving her mouth as she tries to reason some kind of excuse to give to me. I slowly stand from my chair in the conference room, my appetite suddenly leaving me.

My mind runs on a mile a minute. Emilie can't be pregnant, can she? She would tell me if she was going through something like this, especially something as heavy as pregnancy!

“If you'll excuse me,” I mutter to the woman beside me, quickly taking my leave as I exit the conference room with one mission in mind: to find Emily and confront her about this pregnancy.