Rafe
Seriously, it’s been two fucking weeks. How are you not chafed, man?
Jasper
Yeah. What the hell? You weren’t this loud last month.
Waverly
Aww... Logan. How exciting! Did you finally find Liv’s clit? I feel like that should be celebrated.
Olivia
I can confirm navigation is not a problem for your brother.
Jasper
And I’m out.
**Jasper has left the chat**
Olivia
Oh, I don’t think so.
**Jasper has been added to the chat**
Jasper
WTF Waves?
Waverly
I didn’t do it.
Olivia
Oopsie.
—Waverly’s text to the group chat
Logan smells like grass and rain and something intoxicatingly him as he buries his face in my hair and my heart slams against my chest as he groans. “I fucking hate this.”
“Go. I’ve got this,” I murmur against his shoulder and adjust my hold on a squirming Maggie. “It’s only a few hours, and we’ll FaceTime you as soon as little Miss Maggie May gets back, won’t we, ladybug?” I ask and blow a raspberry against her cheek until her giggles break the somber mood. She might not know what we’re talking about, but I’m positive she feels the tension surrounding us.
I knew Logan would struggle with leaving today.
Neither of us is ready to let Monica take Maggie anywhere, even if it’s only for a few hours. Her canceling her first visit only postponed the inevitable and somehow makes this one that much harder.
Not to mention, we were notified yesterday that our case will go to court the first week in December. Five weeks from now. It’s all a little too raw and out of our control at the moment, and I’m positive Logan would skip today’s game if he could, but it wouldn’t make anything better.
His arms tighten around us, and he kisses Maggie’s head, then mine. “Love you, baby. Be good for Livvy, okay?”
Maggie claps her hands and smiles up at me. “My Livvy.”
What?
My heart stops and swells.
