Novel & Cerita Does Rory Tell Logan She Is Pregnant

He had something important to tell me. “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you,” Logan started. “I really am. And Willow’s going to have my head for this. But Luigi…” Logan paused and looked down at his hands. I stayed perfectly quiet, waiting for him to continue. There was tension in the air. He was going to tell me something big, something important. I could feel it. He looked back up at me and our eyes locked. “Willow is pregnant,” he said. For a moment, the words hung in the air, not completely settled down on me. Had I just heard him right?

'Logan, I was supposed to be induced today. 'Induced? What do you mean induced?' His voice was so quiet, so small. 'I found out I was pregnant after you left. I’ve been trying to get into contact with you.' 'Auri, get out of there now.' His voice was low and growling. He was absolutely livid. I smiled sadly. 'I’ve been calling him Vale. He’s grown faster than even Týr. He’s going to be strong.' 'My love, please.' Logan was begging.

Logan yelled, slipping his fingers into his spiky brown hair. “I won’t leave….” “I said leave!” Logan yelled once again, clenching his fist. “Not until I tell you what I’ve been keeping as a surprise for you..” she spoke, gulping the lump in her throat as she gathered the courage to break the fake news to him. Logan raised an unimpressed eyebrow, a serious expression on his face as he stared at her. “I’m - I’m pregnant, Logan. I’m also carrying your child, so you have to stop whatever custody battle you have over Carl!”

Not only that, I'd been fed too. She forced me to, though it was no different than biting into cardboard. I was feeling eager to talk now, though I cried halfway through. I nodded slowly. “She gave him the one thing I never could, Lorrie. She's…pregnant. I mean, how could he choose that…over me?” My chest still hurt like hell, and I wanted to punch Logan in the gut at least once, before demons dragged him to hell. Lorraine continued to pat my shoulders softly. “None of this is your fault. You know that, right?”

“What are you talking about?” Now she walked to the door and opened it. “It's enough that I've given you enough time to express yourself,” saying this, she did something on the door. “It's time for you to leave, Mr. Rune.” “Answer my question and I'll leave, Mrs. Raven,” holding back my tears, I let out. “Who is Logan? Is he the one responsible for this pregnancy? The babies in your stomach, I mean.” “It is none of your business what I do with Logan!” Her tone raised. “Who the father of these babies are, is also none of your business!” Her tone was higher, she shut the door and opened it again. “Leave my house and don't make the mistake of coming back.”

He purrs into my ear while copping me, and I blush. “Logan, this is serious,” I tell him, and he purrs back. “Tell me,” He growls softly, nibbling on my ear. I suck in a breath and swallow. “I’m pregnant,” There. I said it. I freaking said it. He freezes against me, and slowly turns me around to face him. “Evvie…” But before he could say more, I stopped him. “I know what you’re going to say. I know you might think it’s Barrak’s. But when the ba—”

I don't know, but these past few weeks, I've noticed my patience wearing thin. "W-will you please calm down, apo? It won't help your condition." "How could I calm down, lo--" "YOU'RE PREGNANT! YOU'RE PREGNANT, LARA VIA, SO WILL YOU F*CKING CALM DOWN!" Logan shouts, and my courage dwindles for a moment. It's the second time he's shouted at me; the first was when I chased after Aiden, and now he's shouting again. "W-why do y-you need to s-shout at me, k-kuya? And I am pregnant; I'm not deaf, you know?" I see them panic, and tears flow from my eyes quickly. They seem regretful, especially Logan. He comes closer and takes my hand.

Logan’s voice floated out, low and amused, “You always find your way back here, don’t you?” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. His eyes flicked toward me. Cold. Sharp. "Freya?" “I… I need to talk to you,” I murmured. My jaw clenched, but I didn’t respond. I couldn’t—not with the way Logan was just watching. “Say what you came for.” I hesitated, clutching my fingers together. “I… I’m pregnant.” Silence. Dead, thick, suffocating silence. Logan blinked. Not once. Not twice. Just stared at me like I’d told him it might rain.

Logan held her shoulders and turned her to face him immediately, the look of disbelief in his eyes. “This isn’t a joke, is it? You are pregnant?” he asked for confirmation yet again. “Yes, you dummy. Your father knew the moment he hugged me earlier but you as the father didn’t even feel it for over six hours now, you are going to be such a lazy dad,” she whined teasingly and looked down shyly. “Oh my goodness, we are having a baby?” Logan yelled and before Orla could respond this time, he swept her off her feet and carried her happily. “This is great news, why didn’t you mention it earlier?” he screamed like an excited teenager.

If there was any way to salvage the mess I'd created, this was it. “Logan, I need your help.” my voice was anxious, laced with concern. “Why can’t you solve that from your devious mind.” Logan snarled, making his hatred toward me obvious. “I am pregnant with your child. How can you do this to me?” I questioned him, desperate to know that he still cared for me. “I don’t care. You tricked me, the child might be mine, but not you.” he gritted his teeth and continued, “I lost everything. Every. fu*king. Thing. Because of you.”