EmilyThe only thing that I have to worry about in this moment is breakfast. While Logan handles a meltdown over the phone, I am facing another battle in the kitchen, the stove top, refusing to work as I attempt to fry a few eggs for my husband. I am on the verge of giving up when the blue and orang
LoganI stare at Emily and I's car that sits in the driveway. Emily is settled into the passenger seat, hands claps over her baby bump as she patiently waits for me to finish up with work. I am growing, impatient by the second, my Beta, Tony, continuing to talk on and on about things that we have al
She has calmed down, though. Her breathing has returned normal and she is no longer a crying mess to the side of me. A piece of my heart is glad that she is feeling better in this moment, even if her heart is still in shambles over what transpired at my family's home.Without thinking, I turn left a
LoganI hate the silence that has formed between us. Emily simply does not talk to me, often to stare out the car window instead of engaging in any kind or semblance of a conversation with me. I think we both know that it is my fault for ruining the day, for bringing her to a surprise baby shower. I
LoganThe smell of cigars is prominent in my nostrils, the same smoky feeling trickling down my esophagus before it settles into my lungs before I exhale the plumes of smoke. I am surrounded by men, mainly my father and man he invited that we will be able to help me on my campaign trail. The cigar f
EmilyAfter calming my beating heart down as best as I can, I slowly emerged from the hallway and inched my way towards the dessert table just to the side of the event. The rest of the room has seemingly forgot about me, enjoying playing a bunch of baby games while I seek refuge near the desert tabl