Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 54

"When did our house become the hang out house?" I ask Logan, pulling my blanket closer around me. Winter was coming.

"When people realized how awesome we are. It's hard to stay away from awesome people like us, Kat." Logan laughs and I do too, directing my attention back to the crowd of boys fighting over a bag of goldfish in the kitchen.

Mason comes back in first -- emptyhanded I might add -- and sits on the recliner, his head falling back as a clear sign of exaustian.

"Tired, Mase?" I ask, a smile covering my lips at the way he's draped; the boy looks dead.

"Hannah is 3 months pregnant now, and she won't fucking shut up." He groans, "All she does is talk about morning sickness and how her butt hurts and she demands I buy her cookies." He struggles to finish the sentence, clearly agitated.

I smile, "At least you're going to have a mini you running around soon! It'll be worth it Mase, promise." I send him a smile and it only gets bigger when I see him sending one back.

"Ah, Mason as a father. Ain't that exciting?" Logan remarks, his trademark smirk covering his features.

Mason groans, "It's not me you should be worried about. Ribs girl is 3 months along too." He's stating already known information, but hearing about Rib as a father is a sure sign of failure.

"Hey, assholes, I'll be a great dad!" Rib proclaims, walking in with a ripped bag of goldfish, the contents slowly falling onto the floor. This boy is basically a child.

"Oh really?" I ask

He nods, "Of course. I'm going to pick up so many chicks it'll be ridiculous."

I fake gag, and everyone let's out a chuckle; a silent worry that he's serious.

God bless that child's soul.

Surprisingly, I'm able to have full conversations about the concept of children without shedding a tear. It's painful, yes, but Logan and I are going to adopt if we can't somehow defy medicine and make a child. Once were ready and all of this marriage law stuff is settled, we will find a way to bring a child into our world.

"So what's the deal with Hunter?" Rib asks suddenly, and Logan looks angry.

"Now, why the fuck do you have to go and bring that up when I specifically said I didn't want Katherine involved?" He groans, wrapping his arm over my shoulders.

Rib shrugs, "I think she can handle it."

Logan sends him a deadly look, one that would have me frigid onto my seat. "Nothing is going on with Hunter. No rematch. Nothing. He's a low-life, ignorant, attention seeking fuck. He'll get bored soon."

"You sure Logan? I don't want you to take any chances." Mason tells him, always the voice of reason.

Logan nods, "And I will personally beat him to a pulp if all else fails."

The boys all nod; and I genuinely think they're considering this the most viable option.

I open my mouth to speak, but can't find the words. I instead find myself blubbering there like a dead fish. I was quite useless when it came to these situations. I didn't have any viable or possible solutions; nor would Logan allow me to aknowledge them even if I did.

"I'd brought pizza!" The door opens, riveting us from the awkward silence that had ensued. In walks Hunters wife herself.
"You're the best Alice!" I squeal, not realizing how much I'd been craving pizza. She sets it down on the coffee table and sits next to Rib on the couch, his hand immidiatly on her thigh.