Chapter 137

Emily

After I returned to the home, Logan tried to be near me, but I was unable to get the feeling of confusion and awe and wonder out of my head. I claimed that I was tired, finding the excuse appropriate while faking a yawn. For the remainder of the day, I remain laying in bed, staring at the ceiling as I racked my mind over what happened to me earlier in the day.

Hours have passed me by. The sun has begun. It's descent behind the horizon, and I have finally found the strength to get out of bed. The tingling sensation has left my body, allowing me some respite from its wild and unbridled feeling.

It was an experience like no other. The feelings of nostalgia and Home mixed with sheer terror and fear was unlike anything that I have ever felt before, let alone experienced. It was uncharted territory, and I hope that I can find a way to feel that same feeling again, hoping that I am not forever locked out of and away from my mother's natural, sounding voice.

I quietly exit the bedroom and slowly make my way to the dining room. As soon as I set foot inside, Logan greets me with a smile, bringing over two plates full of food that he had delivered to the home. I rolled my eyes at him, but I am happy that neither of us will have to do the dishes besides the plates and cutlery that we use.

“Are you feeling any better?” Logan asks me. “did you get enough rest? Are you still feeling tired?”

“Logan,” I slowly sit down on one of the chairs while he set himself beside me, resting his hand on the back of the chair before the palm of his hand, eventually find itself on my upper back. “I'm fine, really, I just needed to rest for a bit. You know, the pregnancy is a little bit hard wants to get in the later stages.”

“I know, I know, I'm just worried about you, that's all,” Logan sheepishly admits with a smile, a light chuckle escaping his mouth. I rest my hands on top of his and offer him a kind smile.

“I promise you,” I begin to speak, shaking my head as if I am not lying through my teeth, “nothing happened to me. I just needed to lay down. I feel so much better now, I promise you.”

Logan looks me up and down, quietly examining the details of my face. I know that he is searching for any excuse to call bullshit on me, to catch me in some sort of lie that he can call me out on. It was like this in the early days of our relationship with one another, but he knows now to trust me and to trust my word.

It pains me how easy it is to lie to him. It pains me to know that he can believe in my words so easily, giving into the idea that I am being truthful with him.

I force a smile onto my face and watch as he nods, turning into his dinner before he begins to eat his food. I remain frozen in time for a couple of seconds, preferring to watch him instead of indulging in my own hunger as my stomach rumbles. I let out a sigh and turn to look at the food on my plate, grabbing the fork and poking a piece of broccoli that sits on it.

“Just out of curiosity,” I begin to ask, noticing that Logan is looking at me from the corner of my eye, “did you ever get any leads on how to awaken my wolf?”

Logan's fork immediately drops to the table. I suck in a breath and turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow, trying to act as if I'm confused by his sudden reaction. He slowly choose his food and narrow his eyes at me, swallowing before he answers.

“Why?” he asks me. He fully turns towards me and keeps his hand resting on the back of my chair, giving me his full attention. “Did something happen out on that beach?”

“No,” I laugh and shake my head, hoping that he doesn't catch on. “I just want to be prepared since the baby's due date is approaching. They'll be here in just a couple of months and I want to be prepared.”

“Right,” Logan nods his head, diverting his gaze for a brief moment before he turns back to me. “Do you remember when I told you about Daniel and Delilah?” it is my turn to nod this time. “Well, he gave me contact information to which that could help.”

“A witch?” I ask, the breath being taken out of me in a moment’s notice.

“Yes,” Logan nods his head, “a witch. Her name is Madame Wanda. I have her contact information and was planning on calling her when we got back after the vacation.”

“Oh, right,” I turn away and face the plate to try and mask my slight disappointment from his words. “That makes a lot more sense.”

“What if we called her? I bet that Tony could offer her a good sum of money to show up at the beach house? We could have her help you out in a place away from the city and away from the stressors that you face in life. It could be a good and viable option for us to explore,” Logan adds to the conversation.

I suck in a breath and turned to look at him, feeling rejuvenated now that he is giving me this option. I slowly think it over, unsure if this is the right thing to do or if we will be inviting a mad woman into our vacation home. I truly want there to be a great future for our child, even if it means that their wolf is awakened in mine remains asleep for the rest of my life.

“Let’s do it,” I nod in confirmation, suddenly feeling the urge of determination wash over my body.

“are you sure?” Logan asks me one more time. I nod. “all right. I will call Tony the first thing in the morning, and we will get Madame Wanda to pay us a visit within the next couple of days, okay?”

“Thank you for this, Logan,” I lower my voice and take his hand into my own. He squeezes my hand back and smiles, not knowing the small secret that I am hiding from him.

“In a heartbeat, my love, you know that,” his smile is cocky. He slowly releases my hand and turns back to the dinner, beginning to ramble about his day and to stresses over the contractor dropping out.

His voice moves in and out of my ears. The words, I am barely able to fully comprehend, not that I am even trying to in the first place, and all I can really bring myself to focus on is my experience on the beach.

I feel dirty about the “powers” I felt on the beach. I feel dirty, keeping it from him, but I am unsure if he will know what to do in a situation like this. It would be for the best if I handle this in private, with this, which, when she eventually arrives.

If it is anything horrible, an omen of an ill faded life that I'm supposed to live, then I will make for sure that Logan escapes unscathed while I take the majority of the fall.