Chapter 126

Emily

Another month has passed us by and my baby bump has grown significantly. What was once a small and tiny hump is now a significant bump, my back and body feeling so sore and fatigued from constantly carrying around the extra weight. I often find myself trying to find more moments to rest, the strain of the pregnancy slowly getting to me throughout these later days.

Logan has been a dream during the pregnancy, now that we are about five months into it. He has been so attentive and has made things so much easier for us in the long run. He has already put it upon himself to baby proof our home, taking the time out of the small breaks that he has to make the home a safe and special place for our child.

I swear, though, Logan has never been happier. At least, this is the happiest that I have ever seen him. He has been smiling more lately, despite the stress that he is under from his father and the pack, and has even decided to take a paternity break when the baby arrives so that I am not alone to do everything.

Truly, what did I do in my past life to deserve a man like him? What did I do in my early years of my life to deserve a love like logan's?

He truly is the perfect man, always making sure that he says hi to me and our baby whenever he walks by, giving both of us a kiss before going on his way. He truly has been the best husband during this time, surpassing every single expectation that he has set out for himself.

Even at events like tonight, a political rally in his bid to become the next Alpha King, Logan has made for sure that I am nothing but comfortable and happy during these long events. We are wearing matching colors, dark navy and white, and are standing beside each other while we greet people who enter the rally. We smile and wave at them, Logan's hand planted onto my hip so that I can lean some of my weight into him.

My feet hurts and my back feels so sore. I am simply pushing through the pain just so that Logan may have his time to shine. I do not want to take away from him or this amazing event that he is put on, to ruin it before he can even get to his speech where he addresses the people who have arrived.

His father stands to the side of us, speaking with one of the organizers of the event to ensure that everything's flows smoothly. I catch him looking at us whenever there is a break in conversation, his eyes moving down to my stomach, where my child is prominent and on full display.

Some reason, his gaze makes me feel nervous. I am not sure if his father truly is happy for us and that we are going through with the pregnancy instead of silently getting rid of the child. I was expecting him to be the one to force us to abide by the contract instead of tossing it aside just like we did.

Maybe I am just overthinking things. Maybe I'm trying to find a fault in him, to find and come up with an excuse not to like him or trust him for that matter. At the end of the day, though, all that matters is that he is supportive of Logan and I and the choice that we have made with one another.

I clear my throat, throat feeling dry, and Logan immediately snaps his head to look at me. I wave him off, a small smile on my face, not wanting him to quietly freak out in such a public place. Just as I'm about to speak and tell him that I just need some water, two familiar faces slowly approach from the distance.

My body goes still, heart stopping its slow and steady beat. I instinctively reach out for Logan, my hand finding his admits the chaos, and slowly draw myself back to his side at the sight of my stepmother and her daughter, Chloe.

These are two people that I have not seen in a long time. I do not want them in my life anymore and I'm actively trying to find a way to fully release myself from them after I won the battle of the inheritance. It seems like they just can't catch the hint and will always be there to haunt me from over my shoulder.

“Emily! You look radiant! I didn't know you were pregnant,” my stepmother, Hannah, is the first to speak. It is like the world is moving slow slowly from all around us. “I never thought that you would take the chance to be a mother. You never were a mother material to begin with.”

She lets out a loud and condescending cackle. Chloe chuckles at her side, more quiet than usual, but I am not complaining about that. I narrow my gaze at Hannah and squeeze Logan's hand, not wanting to give them any more reason to be horrible at me.

“Yes,” Logan speaks up, “it was a surprise for all of us! But we have never been happier. Thank you for your kind words, Hannah.”

“Why of course,” she smiles back at us. “Emily’s father will be out of jail soon, and he would love the chance to meet his child for some one on one time. You know,” Hannah shrugs nonchalantly, “that special time between grandfather and grandchild.”

My ears begin to ring. Hannah continues to talk, but I do not pay attention, my body going numb and cold at the thought of my father, trying to weasel his way back into my life, to use my unborn child as an excuse to do so. It sickens me to think that his agreed knows no bounds, to know that he will stop at nothing ruin my life after he took what was mine…after he robbed me of my happiness as a child.

I am unable to form a coherent response, unable to come up with any kind of coherent sentence that will tell Hannah and her demented family to fuck off and away from the one that I am growing. Logan immediately senses my discomfort and places his hands on the low of my back, turning around to signal for security to come over.

“We are going to have to ask you to leave,” Logan states in a quiet tone. He gently pulls me behind him, shielding my image from my step family. “You have caused my wife more stressed than she can handle due to her pregnancy.”

“Yeah?” Chloe scoffs. “What about the stress that she has caused us? Does she not remember how she has ruined our family and pack?”

Security slowly approaches us. Logan signals at Hannah and Chloe, slowly walking us away as the security guards ask them to leave in a not so polite tone. My heart begins to beat again the farther I get away from them.

Whatever it is that they have planned, logan and I must stop it before it comes into fruition. Our child's life is on the line.