Café Aurora

Chapter 26 | The Countdown Begins

"Bad news Olivia," Logan announced from where he was across the room.

I was laying on his bed up against the headboard while he paced around his room. Brooke was upstairs somewhere playing with Logan's sister and cousins. Brooke and I were on our way to the movie theater, just for something to do, when Logan texted me to come to his house as soon as possible.

"I kinda figured so. I mean judging by the text you sent me," I answered sitting up more so I am not slouching. This is some serious business and really upsetting to Logan, me too in that context.

"Can you not joke about this. Please?" He turned to me begging.

"How am I joking?" I asked incredulously.

He sighed and shook his head. "Nevermind. Sorry. I'm just annoyed and upset right now."

I nodded my head, letting his outburst to just dissipate. "Come here," I said patting the space next to me.

Logan nodded and crawled across the bed, sitting next to me. Laying himself down, he put his head on my lap. He wiggled around a bit before settling in.

"There, is that better?" I asked brushing my hand through his hair.

"Yeah," he breathed out.

"Okay, take a few deep breaths and relax. Then you can tell me why you have got yourself all worked up." I continued to brush through his hair. I was going slower though, it gave the idea that he liked it and seemed to help relax him.

He did as I said then tensed back up again. "I-I can't do that, not now. Maybe later," He blurted out.

It must be bad if he is stuttering. Logan is always a very confident guy. Never over the top confident either. He knows when to stop being confident and start being 'human', as other people would put it.

"Okay then do it this way," I started, "say it fast, like ripping off a bandaid."

He mumbled something I could not understand and rolled over to shove his fast in my stomach.

"Logan I didn't hear you. You have to speak louder, baby. And no before you attempt to speak again, you can't talk into my stomach. I will not be able to understand what you're saying," I said lightly rubbing his back.

His arms circled my waist, other than that, no movement. I tried to move his arms off of me so I could hear him talk, but he tightened his grip on me. I could hear his voice, so I knew he was talking, though I could not make out any words.

"Logan, baby. I can't understand what you are saying. I can tell this is something really upsetting to you so you don't have to say anything right now. Take your time no need to rush," I stated and bent down kissed his temple like he has done to me multiple times.

He didn't make any movements besides squeezing me a little as a thanks.

"You're welcome," I whispered.

We stayed like that for a while. Me in his arms, where I feel like I belong and him in my lap. Nothing could have felt better than this. Minutes passed and I started to feel cramped up. Now I can think of something better. Laying down without a heavy head in my lap.

Actually, the head can stay, I don't mind.

"Logan" I whispered nudging him.

"Uhm," he groaned.

"We should go check on the little ones. I don't know how well Brooke will get along with them," I said rubbing his back again.

He rolled over giving me his back and murmured, "Do we have to, I think they are fine. There hasn't been a fire yet. Or even shouting."