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Authors: Alice Montalvo-Tribue
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nice of you.”
“I can be a nice guy.” He shrugs his shoulders and chuckles.
“I know. I feel like I’m racking up debts with you and I’m afraid that I may never be able to repay them.”
“I don’t want you to pay me back. I just want you and Lily to be happy, that’s all.”
I’m not sure how to accept his words of kindness, his wishes for me and Lily, but I’m quickly learning that Logan Tate is nothing like what I’m used to. In fact, he’s the complete opposite.
Logan worked most of the day yesterday, leaving me and Lily in his house alone. I snuck on his laptop and ordered a copy of Lily’s birth certificate, then passed the rest of the time by watching cable television, setting up my camera and doing most of our laundry. By the time he got home I was already asleep. True to his word he set up a video monitor in the spare bedroom so that I could check on Lily while she’s sleeping in her crib. A crib that after careful inspection appears to be brand new and not thrift store material. A fact that was proven when I found the empty box for said crib in the basement while I was searching for the laundry room. I also found the receipt for the crib mattress, bedding, and baby monitor. Every time I think that I’ve seen the extent of Logan’s thoughtfulness he surprises me with something else. I find my guard slipping a little bit more every day and it scares the hell out of me. It’s hard to understand the fear of others but for me, “trust” is the biggest one of them all. To trust someone means being weak and vulnerable, and I promised myself that I would never be either of those things again.
After a long hot shower, I dry off and cover myself up in a plush white towel. I decide to check on Lily to see if she’s awake yet. I use the door that connects to her bedroom and open it up slowly so that I don’t wake her if she’s still asleep. I tread lightly into her room and stop dead in my tracks as I take in the sight before me. The early morning sunlight is beaming through the window, shining like a spotlight on Logan who’s sitting in an old rocking chair and rocking Lily back and forth. He has a sleepy look on his face, his short hair is a bit disheveled, and he’s holding her as if it’s second nature.
Something inside of me churns at the sight of them, witnessing them together like this makes me melt a little. He looks down at her lovingly and she holds onto his finger innocently and just for a second I allow myself to believe that they fit. That it’s not totally out of the realm of possibilities for a guy like Logan to take on a girl like me, to love a child like Lily. I’ll never understand Logan’s penchant for taking care of others, maybe because I never had anyone to take care of me, not in any real way. He’s yet to notice my presence so I run back to my room and grab the camera that he gave me. I quickly set up the shot and snap a few pictures of them together. The sound of the shutters click alerts him to my being there.
The corner of his mouth twitches up into an almost smile.
“Hey,” he whispers. His face flushes a little and I think that I might have embarrassed him by taking his picture, but then I catch his gaze roaming the length of my entire body and I realize my nearly naked state is likely the cause. Suddenly I’m only all too aware that my attire consists of nothing but a towel.
“Shit, sorry.” I grimace, backing up slowly. “I didn’t know you’d be in here and then I saw you guys and thought I’d take a picture. I forgot that I had just taken a shower.”
He tugs at his lower lip, tilts his head and stares at me.
“I don’t normally walk around in just a towel.” I ramble, shaking my head. I sound like an idiot but I’m mortified and I don’t know what else to say.
“That’s a shame,” he replies with a mischievous grin
His words cause a reaction that I’m not at all used to. My traitorous nipples strain and peak under my
“I can be a nice guy.” He shrugs his shoulders and chuckles.
“I know. I feel like I’m racking up debts with you and I’m afraid that I may never be able to repay them.”
“I don’t want you to pay me back. I just want you and Lily to be happy, that’s all.”
I’m not sure how to accept his words of kindness, his wishes for me and Lily, but I’m quickly learning that Logan Tate is nothing like what I’m used to. In fact, he’s the complete opposite.
Logan worked most of the day yesterday, leaving me and Lily in his house alone. I snuck on his laptop and ordered a copy of Lily’s birth certificate, then passed the rest of the time by watching cable television, setting up my camera and doing most of our laundry. By the time he got home I was already asleep. True to his word he set up a video monitor in the spare bedroom so that I could check on Lily while she’s sleeping in her crib. A crib that after careful inspection appears to be brand new and not thrift store material. A fact that was proven when I found the empty box for said crib in the basement while I was searching for the laundry room. I also found the receipt for the crib mattress, bedding, and baby monitor. Every time I think that I’ve seen the extent of Logan’s thoughtfulness he surprises me with something else. I find my guard slipping a little bit more every day and it scares the hell out of me. It’s hard to understand the fear of others but for me, “trust” is the biggest one of them all. To trust someone means being weak and vulnerable, and I promised myself that I would never be either of those things again.
After a long hot shower, I dry off and cover myself up in a plush white towel. I decide to check on Lily to see if she’s awake yet. I use the door that connects to her bedroom and open it up slowly so that I don’t wake her if she’s still asleep. I tread lightly into her room and stop dead in my tracks as I take in the sight before me. The early morning sunlight is beaming through the window, shining like a spotlight on Logan who’s sitting in an old rocking chair and rocking Lily back and forth. He has a sleepy look on his face, his short hair is a bit disheveled, and he’s holding her as if it’s second nature.
Something inside of me churns at the sight of them, witnessing them together like this makes me melt a little. He looks down at her lovingly and she holds onto his finger innocently and just for a second I allow myself to believe that they fit. That it’s not totally out of the realm of possibilities for a guy like Logan to take on a girl like me, to love a child like Lily. I’ll never understand Logan’s penchant for taking care of others, maybe because I never had anyone to take care of me, not in any real way. He’s yet to notice my presence so I run back to my room and grab the camera that he gave me. I quickly set up the shot and snap a few pictures of them together. The sound of the shutters click alerts him to my being there.
The corner of his mouth twitches up into an almost smile.
“Hey,” he whispers. His face flushes a little and I think that I might have embarrassed him by taking his picture, but then I catch his gaze roaming the length of my entire body and I realize my nearly naked state is likely the cause. Suddenly I’m only all too aware that my attire consists of nothing but a towel.
“Shit, sorry.” I grimace, backing up slowly. “I didn’t know you’d be in here and then I saw you guys and thought I’d take a picture. I forgot that I had just taken a shower.”
He tugs at his lower lip, tilts his head and stares at me.
“I don’t normally walk around in just a towel.” I ramble, shaking my head. I sound like an idiot but I’m mortified and I don’t know what else to say.
“That’s a shame,” he replies with a mischievous grin
His words cause a reaction that I’m not at all used to. My traitorous nipples strain and peak under my
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