Chapter 139

Logan

The next morning, I wake up with a nervous feeling settled into my bones. I am fidgeting, and I am unsure on why exactly I am nervous, that is, until I remember the previous night. The phone call with my father has lingered in the back of my mind, his words of warning about Madame Wanda still prevalent in the forefront of my mind.

I looked at my phone and noticed my beta texting me that Madame Wanda would be at the vacation home later this day. It was a weird feeling to know that she was arriving so soon, with me, having thinking that she was going to take her time in coming and helping us out. I suppose, though, that it is a good thing that she's helping us as quick and fast as she is compared to making us wait an entire month when our baby is in its third trimester.

Emily definitely noticed my nervousness after I told her about the appointment. Throughout the day, she has taken my phone away from me and has hidden it in various places across the house. She has replaced every hiding spot every single time I found my phone, listening for the rings. Eventually, she texted the work group chat that I am not to be disturbed today and that we need a private time with one another.

I know that as soon as I show back up to the office, that I will be relentlessly teased about Emily's behavior. It will be a light teasing, though, something that I know is lighthearted and supposed to be funny, as compared to the office wishing to do emily and I’s relationship with one another.

We are standing in the middle of town, hand in hand, looking around to try and find something to do. Emily points in various directions, stating that she wants to do anything and everything that the town has to offer. I wish to indulge her, not wanting to inhibit her from doing whatever it does she wants to do.

I am simply too worried to focus on anything, though. I can't help but look around the town every now and then, trying to see if anybody is following us or if this switch is doing any kind of recon sense on the two of us. I have heard many stories about witches and fortunetellers scamming people, being vague with their answers and telling the person what they want to hear instead of what they need to know.

Admittedly, I am not entirely sold on the idea of magic and witches. It has been a long time since there has been actual documented cases about magic and its positive benefits on life, but that is nothing that I cannot handle. At least emily and I can say that we tried instead of not giving it a chance. At least emily can go to sleep, knowing that she has tried everything to put our child in the best position that they can be once they enter this world.

We sit in a restaurant beside a wall of windows. In the distance sits the ocean, the see much more restless and turbulent today. Even the sun is covered with gloomy rain, clouds and yet no rain has been able to touch the ground. It is like we are stuck in the middle of the drought with the water bite above us, but there is nothing that we can do to bring it to the Earth.

The waitress sets down our food and Emily looks like she is about to devour the entire thing in a matter of minutes. I quickly stop her though and take her plate, closely inspecting it. I am looking for any kind of poison or if anything looks raw, not wanting her to get sick and put our baby in danger because the kitchen is incompetent.

“Logan, you have to stop this,” emily rolls her eyes at me. “You were making it seem like there is some kind of threat against me…wait. Is there a threat against me? Is that why you are acting like this?”

“No, there isn't a threat against you. I just want you to be safe and not eat anything raw or will make you sick again. I don't want you to be in any more pain or discomfort than you already are,” I admit, letting out a shaky breath before placing her plate back in front of her.

“You are so sweet, babe, but I can look out for myself,” she comments with a smile.

I know that she can look out for herself. She is a grown woman who does not need my protection at all hours of the day, but I still cannot help but feel extremely worried that something bad is going to happen. The only person to blame for this is my father.

Once we are done with the meal, we pay the bill and walk through the downtown area of the city. We take our time and slowly step into the shops that the downtown area has to offer. Before I know it, my arms and hands are occupied with a plethora of bags, emily having bought her heart's desire.

My favorite item of the day, though, is a baby toy. It is a plush seahorse, one that is a baby blue color and has a smile on its face. The material is soft and it is perfect for our child for when they come into the world.

We get back to the house and I help Emily into the bed. I help her remove her shoes from her feet, slowly rubbing out the ache in her muscles as she relaxes into the mattress. She is quickly asleep before I know it, and I gently cover her with a blanket before moving my way back out into the living space, staring at all of the bags that we have brought home.

I slowly go through all of the items, inspecting the one by one. Emily bought plenty of clothes, sundresses to wear after the baby is born. We also bought plenty of baby books as well as a rattle that has the sands from this beach inside of it. Going through the items is proving to be a good distraction, but my mind still wander us back to the appointment that has been set for tonight.

The sun is bright in the sky, still a few hours until the witch is set to arrive. I am still nervous to know that something can go wrong. It is the last thing that I could ever want for myself, let alone, Emily. I do not know how I am going to be able to get through it, but I know that at the end of the day everything will be okay.

Honestly, it is out of my control. There is a sense of comb that comes with that idea, but I also still feel so stressed out, knowing that I will not be able to bend fate and the outcome to my will. It kills me to know that Emily's sleeping wolf and our child's wolf is in the hands of a woman that I have never met before.

I stare at the baby rattle, picking it back up and holding it between my fingers. It is so tiny in my hand, a heavy reminder of the life that is to come for both Emily and I. It serves as a reminder of what can be versus what will be.