Do you think it's ok for Logan to carry Oliver's child? Writing next chapter with your replies.
The next day, Logan's eyes fluttered open to find her head resting on Oliver's bare chest, both of them covered by a soft duvet. She watched him sleep peacefully and her mind drifted back to their conversation the night before.("I'm on my period, doing this might result or not result in pregnancy. I don't want to hurt..." she had started to say.) Oliver had silenced her with a finger to her lips and asked, "Do you wish to carry my child? Would you be happy if tonight results in a pregnancy?"With eyes soft and full of love, Logan had nodded. "Yes, I wish for it. I've always hoped for it, every time we've been intimate."Oliver had smiled then, his eyes twinkling, and had lovingly pounced on her, sealing their mutual desire.Shaken from her reverie by the reality in front of her, Logan looked down at Oliver one more time and whispered softly, "I don't know if I'll get pregnant or not, but if I do, it'll be the happiest moment of my life. I'll take care of this child with love." She
Logan set the cup down, finally finding her voice. "Thank you, Aunt Garcia. I wasn't expecting this, but it's very kind of you."Garcia smiled warmly, her eyes meeting Logan's. "In this family, we look out for each other. Besides, you and Oliver are adults. What you do is your business. But caring for your well-being, that's my business."Feeling a little more at ease, Logan asked, "So, you're not upset?""Why should I be?" Garcia shrugged. "I'm more concerned about you and Oliver, especially with him going back to Canada. Have you two discussed what comes next?"Logan sighed, her gaze dropping to her hands. "Not really. Oliver has his responsibilities, and I have mine. I'm staying here for a bit longer, then visiting a friend before heading back to Canada myself."Garcia nodded thoughtfully, sensing the emotional undercurrents that Logan wasn't voicing. "Life has a way of making things complicated. Just remember, dear, love is the glue that binds us but also the force that tests us.
"You do," Garcia affirmed. "But at what cost? What about Zelda, Oliver's wife? What about the child who may be caught in a constant tug-of-war between families? Have you thought about what that would do to the psyche of a young life?"Logan was silent for a moment, absorbing the piercing truth in Garcia's words. "I've considered it, but how can I ignore what my heart wants? How can I simply turn my back on a life that could be full of love?"Garcia sighed. "It's a dilemma, Logan. I can see that you're torn. But consider this: Once a child is involved, it's no longer just about what your heart wants. It becomes about what's best for that child. A child shouldn't be born into a battlefield."Logan felt her eyes moisten. She hadn't thought about it to this depth. "So, what do you suggest I do, Aunt Garcia? Walk away? Suppress what I feel for Oliver and the life we could potentially build?"Garcia paused, choosing her words carefully. "I'm not suggesting you walk away. But I am suggestin
Both men seemed undeterred, as if her warning had only fueled their audacity."You know, you really are quite stunning," Ambrose remarked, a predatory grin stretching across his face. "It's easy to see what Oliver sees in you."Cedric nodded in agreement, adding, "Oh yes, we can definitely see the appeal. So exotic, so intriguing."Logan's blood boiled at their lascivious comments. "I'm warning you," she repeated, her voice laced with steely resolve.Both men sneered almost in unison. "And what are you going to do about it?" Cedric taunted. "Run to Oliver? Is that the best you can do?"For a moment, Logan felt trapped, but she also knew she had to stand her ground."Don't underestimate what I can do," she said, locking eyes with them both. "But yes, if it comes to that, I will report this to Oliver, and I assure you, he won't take it lightly.""Is that so?" They both laughed. "Do your worst." They saidLogan clenched her teeth, her grip tightening around the blanket as she felt them i
Oliver studied Logan's expression, sensing that there was more to the situation. "Trying to protect them?" he asked gently.Logan shook her head, her eyes filled with understanding. "It's not like that, hun. But they are your..."He cut her off, his tone firm. "It doesn't matter. These two are up to no good, so never trust them."Logan nodded lightly. "I understand," she said, appreciating Oliver's concern.Oliver's smile reassured her. He then inquired, "What are you doing here dressed like this?"Caught off guard, Logan hesitated. She couldn't reveal that she had gone to talk to Garcia. "Uhm... Actually... I wanted to go and ask the cooks if food is ready."Oliver nodded, his protective instincts still on high alert. "Are you hungry?"She nodded and admitted, "Yeah, I was feeling hungry, that's why."Drawing her closer, Oliver planted a tender kiss on her lips. "Alright, no problem. I'm going to my mom to talk to her. You should go inside and dress up. I'll make sure they serve you
Oliver nodded, "Take care of your health. I've spoken to the chef, so you won't eat anything that might affect you. And avoid eating at night, too."Garcia chuckled affectionately. "You've said it many times, don't worry."Oliver turned to Logan, his eyes softening. She looked on, teary-eyed, as he bid her farewell. She longed to go with him to the airport, but Oliver insisted on his own.Stepping outside, Oliver settled into the waiting car, prepared for his departure. The journey to the airport passed in quiet reflection, and after 45 minutes, the car arrived at its destination. Oliver disembarked, the car pulling away.He immediately dialed Vespera's contact, inquiring about their whereabouts.Vespera informed him that she was already on her way.Shortly after, a blue car pulled up, and Vespera emerged, exuding a quiet elegance. Beside her stood Maria, equally poised and lovely."Good evening, Master," Vespera greeted with a respectful bow.Oliver acknowledged her with a nod but dir
Maria wanting to speak to Oliver cleared her throat and looked at him. "You are not going with your girlfriend? Won't she be lonely?" she asked.Oliver looked at her coldly but didn't answer.Maria decided to give it another try, so she cleared her throat again and said, "Since your girlfriend is here, who's that gift for?"Oliver locked eyes with her, "Shut up and mind your business," he said.Oliver locked eyes with her, "Shut up and mind your business," he said.Maria forced a smile and nodded before keeping quiet.Oliver rested his head on the seat he was in. A few minutes later, the jet took off.Two hours later, the jet successfully landed at the airport. When Oliver got down, Maria followed.Getting out, Oliver realized Alice was already there with a car, and she came alone.She walked to Oliver and took his luggage. "Welcome back, master," she said with a bow.Oliver smiled and looked around, then took in a deep breath. "Feels good to be back," he said.Alice nodded and glance
Observing Zelda, Abigail couldn't help but notice that despite her gaze being fixed on the laptop screen, her thoughts seemed to be far away. Sensing her daughter's preoccupation, Abigail decided to draw her attention.She snapped her fingers, prompting Zelda to return from her reverie. Zelda looked at her mother, concern in her eyes. "What's wrong, Mom?" she asked.With a sigh, Zelda confessed, "To be honest, Mom, I really miss my husband. Tomorrow is the opening of my company, and he's not here to witness it." The weight of Oliver's absence was palpable in her voice.Abigail understood her daughter's longing and offered a reassuring smile. "I know, dear. It's natural to feel that way. But remember, he's proud of you, and he'll be there with you in spirit." She reached out and gently squeezed Zelda's hand, offering her support.Zelda sighed. "But mom, it's all his money and connections. I'm able to build my company and he won't be here to watch his wife's opening ceremony." She said