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Zoe hugs me as usual when she sees me. “Are you ready for this?” she asks. Today, Zoe is wearing a long-sleeve dress that reaches her ankles. It’s covered in some colorful geometric pattern. And as usual, she looks beautiful.
“Yes,” I tell her, even if I’m a little anxious. “Are you?”
She nods somberly. “Yes. I’m sure we’re all a little worried. But, I’m excited too. Let’s see what’s in store for us.”
It turns out all that is in store for us today is a lot of testing. Zoe and Avery start the process needed to freeze their embryos. After some brief introductions and a rundown on what to expect, Zoe and Avery are whisked one way and I’m taken to the other side of the building. I get blood work done, again, as well as fill out extensive paperwork. They do a physical and take some internal scans of my uterus. I’m asked hundreds of questions.
When we’re finally done, I think we’re all exhausted, and my lack of sleep is only a small part of that. I’m ready to crash when I finally make it back, but I do manage to pull out my phone and send a group text to Dad, Essie, and River to let them know I’m ok and the process is started. I tell them it will probably be a couple of weeks before we know if we can proceed to the next step.
As I’m putting my phone away, I get another text. This one is from Evander. My heart skips a beat as I open it, and I see another number is also part of the chat. I guess it must be Logan’s.
Hey, sweetheart, we know you had your appointment today, and we just wanted to check in and see how it went.
Yeah, is our little bird knocked up yet?
I shake my head. Yes, that’s definitely Logan. My heart warms at their messages, though. I don’t know why I’m reacting to a text so much but I’m genuinely touched that they contacted me and remembered my appointment.
I also have so many questions, like why does Logan call me Little Bird? But I’m too exhausted to worry about that now.
I respond quickly.Yes, my appointment was this morning. I’m back now and exhausted, but everything went well. It was mostly just testing. And no, I’m not “knocked up,” as you so crudely put it. The process is not that quick. Thank you for reaching out. I’m very tired, though, and am going to sleep, so if I don’t answer, that’s why.
There, that covers everything, right? I immediately get two messages back before I can even put my phone on do not disturb.
Sleep well, sweetheart. We’ll talk later, once you’re awake.
Logan’s starts with a smiley face emoji with its tongue sticking out. Then he replies:Good night, Little Bird. I hope you dream of us.
I roll my eyes. He is utterly ridiculous. However, I find myself smiling as I climb into bed, and once my eyes close, I do, in fact, dream of them.
SEVENTEEN
EVANDER
My alarm going off wakes me up from one of the deepest sleeps I’ve had in a while. Groaning, I try to roll over to grab my phone and shut it off but find that I can’t move. Logan has the majority of his massive body thrown across mine. His muscular thigh is resting across my stomach, his head on my chest, and his arms are wrapped tightly around me.
Since I can’t move, I take a moment to admire his body. Logan is all muscle, and it’s obvious how much he works out, but he doesn’t look like one of the roided-up bodybuilders. On him, it looks natural. Unlike me, he only has one tattoo, a small piece dedicated to his mom, who died when he was little. Besides that and a few scars, his skin is completely smooth and unmarked. My eyes roam down to his ass, and damn, what an ass it is. He’s wearing a tight pair of briefs—neither of us is ready to sleep completely naked together—but it does nothing to hide his tight rounded cheeks. Or the erection pushing into my stomach.
My alarm is still blaring, and I have no idea how Logan is sleeping through it. He’s a cop. I would’ve thought he’d be alert even in his sleep, but apparently not. I manage to free my arm from Logan’s clutches and finally get my phone. Once the alarm is off, I close my eyes and just enjoy the moment.
Logan showed up at my doorstep at 2 am last night. Apparently, the really rough case he was working on just shifted from Missing Persons to Homicide, and he was taking it hard. It was a seven-year-old little girl, so I get it. I’d never seen Logan cry, though, so when I stumbled to my door half asleep and saw him standing there with bloodshot eyes and blotchy cheeks, it really fucked with me.
We didn’t do anything besides cuddle until exhaustion finally took Logan. It just didn’t feel right without Lake here. We need to talk and all get on the same page. Besides, everything still feels so new with Logan. Sometimes I forget I can hope for more than just friendship with him.
I need to get up, though, which is easier said than done. Thankfully, I’m working from home today, but I still need to get started. I’m glad Logan has the day off so he can get some rest and regroup from his rough night. The best part about all of this is it’s Friday, the night of our date with Lake.
As excited as I am, I’m pretty nervous about it. I’ve never tried to date two people at the same time before. I have no idea how this is supposed to go, especially when one of those people is my best friend. And Lake. I’m not sure how to even express my feelings for Lake. He’s so unique, and I never quite know how he’s going to react to a situation. He’s so pure and honest, and it makes me want to hold him close and never let him go.
I was shocked when he said this would be his first date, and I’m excited to see what Logan has planned for it. Logan is still sound asleep when I get out of the shower, so I throw on a pair of black sweats and a black Nirvana T-shirt I’ve had since I was a teenager and stumble into my kitchen in desperate need of coffee.
I hate to fucking admit it, but the stuff I have here isn’t as good as the coffee at Dream Beans. Fucking Lucy and her organically grown beans. Speaking of Lucy, I feel guilty that I brushed her off all week, and as I let the caffeine do its job, I pull out my phone and text her.
Hey, babe. Sorry I’ve been an asshole and ignored you most of the week. I’ve just been trying to process everything. I’ve got a date tonight, but are you free Saturday?
It takes less than five seconds for the three little dots to appear on the screen. Was she waiting for this?
Oh, finally, you remember I exist . I guess I can find some time to squeeze you in tomorrow.Wow, sarcastic much?And wait, did you say date? With Lake?!?!?!
Yes, and Logan.
