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Keily was glad when her phone beeped, happy for a distraction from the same old thoughts that always led back to…should she give in to her own heart and let Logan back into her life the way he wanted to be?

Sorry I couldn’t make it today. Have you managed to get Logan back into your bed yet? Rosa’s text asked.

Keily rolled her eyes at the half a dozen emojis Rosa had added to the text. One was an eggplant and even Keily knew what that was - the stand-in emoji for a penis. The text made her laugh anyway.

No, and since you’re the one that told me not to let him break my heart again, I’m not sure why you’re asking me that. Keily sent back.

I know, but he is hot, and some sex might calm him down at work a little. He’s walking around glaring a lot lately. Rosa answered.

Not my circus, not my monkeys, Rosa. You have sex with him. Keily sent the text and immediately regretted it. No, wait, I take that back. Don’t have sex with him. I’d have to hate you both and I love you too much for that.

Then you’re going to have to take one for the team, Keily. Rosa added even more eggplant emojis and a few grins.

Piss off, Rosa. Aren’t you busy? Keily added an eye-roll emoji and then a grin before she hit send.

I will be, don’t you doubt it a bit.

Keily didn’t and, not for the first time, wished she wasn’t the size of a house. She’d love to get Logan back into bed, or on the couch, up against a wall, wherever she could. Especially as the sex dreams had ramped up since Christmas. She spent most of her nights tossing and turning because Logan featured in every single dream she had, naked and ready for her.

He walked in the door and she felt her cheeks heat up, even though he couldn’t read her thoughts. But maybe that wink he gave her, as if he knew what she was thinking about, meant he did. She glared at him as he turned away, but that only made it worse. Even the smell of the steaks couldn’t distract her from how tight his round ass was. Or the mark there that meant she could never be with him.

11

Logan

“Keily?” Logan called out as he walked in her front door a week after their barbecue. She’d called him in tears and begged him to come help her. She hadn’t been able to tell him exactly what was wrong, but he didn’t ask a lot of questions, he just left his office and sped to her place.

“I’m in here,” Keily called out with a shaky voice from the bathroom attached to her bedroom. “Please hand me a towel before you open the shower door.”

“What’s wrong?” He asked, deflated to find her alright.

“I’m so sorry I called you, but I know Alice has a doctor’s appointment Violet can’t miss and Rosa is at work. I’m stuck.” She said through the stall door, her voice full of tears and embarrassment.

“You’re stuck?” He repeated and picked up the huge white towel hanging on the towel rack by the shower stall.

“I’m stuck,” Keily answered but drew the word out on a half-wail. “I slipped just after I turned the water off and tried not to fall. I slid down the wall and now I can’t get up. This is so fucking embarrassing.”

By the time she stopped speaking, she was hiccupping with sobs. She had a bad feeling something like that might happen with how big and clumsy she was right now. Luckily she’d been taking her phone with her everywhere she went, including the shower.

“Oh, Keily, it’s alright honey. Here, take the towel.” He opened the door enough to hand her the towel. When she took it, he opened the door to see her face red from crying and her eyes full of tears. “It’s okay, really, don’t cry. Let me help you up.”

“I’m fucking huge, Logan. I’ll probably hurt your back if you try to help me.” She’d draped the towel over her front, but he knew she was naked underneath and he had to admit, she was still as beautiful as she’d always been.

She’d gained a little weight, but it only made her look softer, more appealing. He also had to admit, to himself at least, that it was oddly arousing, knowing she was pregnant with his babies. It was like he’d claimed her body, even if he’d never admit that to her or anyone else, for the duration of the pregnancy. He didn’t understand it, so he didn’t examine the thought too much, especially when she was stuck in the shower.

“You’re seven months pregnant, Keily, stop saying you’re huge.” He answered instead of examining his caveman thoughts.

“I am huge.” She accepted his hand but used one of her own to hold the towel against her body. “Being pregnant caused it and it doesn’t change the fact that I’m not a tiny slip of a woman anymore.”

“I know, come on, push with me.” Logan urged as he leaned over to grab at her back to try to help her off the bottom of the shower. It was hard to figure out how to help her because the truth was, her abdomen did stick out a lot, even if he refused to admit to her that she was huge. The bulge made it awkward to get hold of her, that was all, but he managed it at last and helped her stand up.

“Thanks.” She mumbled and swiftly moved away to rearrange the towel. “I’m sorry I dragged you away from the office for this.”

“I don’t mind a bit. Glad to help.” He mumbled. Now that she wasn’t crying, the atmosphere in the room turned tense with awkwardness. He rubbed at the back of his head and turned around. She was in front of the door and he couldn’t leave the bathroom.

“Oh, um, let me get dressed.” She turned and went into the bedroom while he walked out into the living room.

When she came out, dressed in what was basically a long black t-shirt that came down to her ankles, with room for her bump in the middle, he handed her a glass of juice and went to sit on her couch. “Keily, don’t you think it’s time you came to live with me?”