An Observation Log Of My Fiance Novels & Stories

“He’s… he’s showing up. In the quiet ways. And I guess I forgot how that used to feel.” Phil doesn’t say anything for a while. Then, “You deserve someone who chooses you every day, not just when he’s afraid of losing you.” “I know,” I whisper. But Logan is choosing me. Every day. In a thousand small, patient ways. And I think—I think I’m choosing him back. Slowly. Later that night, I open my journal. It’s the first time in weeks I’ve written more than a sentence. I write about the movie. About Missy’s sleepy warmth. About Logan’s steady eyes.

I can pride myself on that. I place the stack of spreadsheets and the budget for this upcoming year onto his desk. I straighten it out just the way he likes it, making sure that all the pages he needs to sign are tagged with green tabs. My eyes float to the decorations on his desk, noticing that he has added pictures of us from our wedding and other dates on his desk. My heart swells at the site. It just reaffirms that Logan and I are meant for each other, that we love one another, and do not have to worry about other men and women coming into our lives to destroy what we have built.

He crouched down to her position and kissed her lips subtly. “I’m good,” she simply replied as she pulled him in for another kiss. “But super bored. I’ve never experienced such a level of boredom since I was born Logan”. Logan removed the strand of hair from her face. He would never let his mate work when she was three months pregnant and gets sick literally all the time. He allowed her to socialize once in a while but when he heard that she puked on the dance floor of the wedding- and ruined the bride's wedding dress- he decided it was enough socializing for her.

How could I tell my husband that Logan was in Redwood? Storm is already trying to cover my track, in case he is looking for me. That should be enough. I shouldn't alarm the whole Ford family for my woes. “Are we done shopping? “ I asked Flint with my heart beating wildly in my chest. I decided I couldn’t have Logan see me right now. Flint nodded. We paid for our purchases, but my eyes won’t stay in one spot. It kept roaming around, searching for the familiar figure of Logan Winston, my ex-fiance.

“It must be Mia. She’s probably here to check up on you but she can wait to see you. After you’re fed.” I set my utensils down. I’m full anyway. He glowers. “You’re not done.” “I’m full.” “You didn’t have dinner yesterday.” I lift a shoulder. My good side though. He grins, pops a bite of steak in his mouth, and chews I flutter the collar of the T-shirt. I’m not particularly hot, just feeling weird watching Logan in his elemnt6. Its like we are now a complete mated pair, although we haven’t had a mating ceremony. It is held once every year. We became mates after the Last mating ceremony, so we have to wait for the next one.

Sir Logan took you to your room because you woke up for a long time, and he said he had something to do, and he didn't want to leave you in the living room" I nodded at what he said "Thanks for telling me Hilda" Hilda just smiled and went down. I looked at the man in the kitchen who looked busy. In recent days I have noticed something in myself. It seems like I want to know him better. "I Want to know him more" I said staring at my Fiance

The message, that ruined the mood she wanted to keep for as long as possible, was, “you should be at the hospital today. I have to speak to you.” She rolled her eyes as she tossed her phone down on the bed, then rolled off the bed itself, landing with a thud on the floor. He probably wanted to talk about Shane. Her most favorite subject in the world. Yay. She didn’t care if her fiancé was going to prison. And she didn’t care about Gerald’s sense of urgency either. So she took her time—half an hour—getting a bath and then another full hour to get dressed. *** When she walked into her department floor, Gerald was pacing the nurses’s station, looking like a wounded lion.

Megan I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror, bending my head to the side as I watched the red and black underwear that I had bought for that special evening. After a lot of work, I convinced myself to leave Logan for a night with the grandparents, my parents had taken to the hair with Liam to take Logan, and I had let them do it because I needed that night with my fiancè. Logan was four months old, and I had never left him when I had hardly rested and given little attention to my husband. Even after the doctor cleared us, we didn’t do anything.

I have an ability that I can't tell anyone about—whenever I'm intimate with my girlfriend, I can see what she was doing exactly one hour earlier. In the past, what I see is her secretly buying sexy lingerie to surprise me; or her carefully following a recipe to cook my favorite dishes; or her nervously standing in front of a mirror, checking her makeup and dress over and over as she nervously prepares to propose to me. For seven years, everything she does in that one hour is always about me. Until three days before our wedding. The moment she kisses me, a vision suddenly flashes before my eyes. In a dimly lit lounge, she has my best friend, Tyler Reed, pinned against the door. He turn

he said before leaning down to embrace me. The next morning, I woke up with a smile on my face. As my mind flashed back to the previous night, I couldn't help but giggle like a schoolgirl. Finally, after three long years, my husband properly made love to me. Even though it didn't feel as mind-blowing as I have heard from some of my peers, the experience wasn't painful like what I was used to. But none of that mattered. What mattered was how gentle Logan had been. Usually, he never stayed in the room once he was done. But yesterday, he held me close while sleeping. Maybe finally, he had learned to accept me. Maybe we will have a happy life together from now. I smiled, placing my hand on my be