The Loner

Chapter 8

Three Months Later

"Can I open my eyes yet?" I ask, from behind my hands.

"One second baby" my fiance replies from somewhere in front of me.

"Where the hell are we? It's freezing" my voice wavers as I begin to shiver.

There's a brisk chill in the air and I can't hear any cars around. Are we not in the city anymore?

"Logan, hello! Your kid and I are going to catch hypothermia" our child kicks me right in the ribs.

Footsteps come toward me and I blindly reach out. Logan's arms wrap around me and immediately his warmth seeps into me.

"What are you up to?" I question suspiciously, my eyes still closed.

My fiance chuckles, his deep voice making my lady bits clench. My body is always very aware when he's around me. Our connection hasn't dwindled these last three months, it's grown.

"Okay, open."

My eyes take a second to adjust when I open them. My breath catches when my eyes land on the structure about fifty feet from us. It's familiarity so deeply embedded in my soul.

"Oh my god" I gasp. "Is that the same cabin?"

Logan comes around so he's now facing me. His beautiful eyes flicker with pride and love.

"I bought it. It's ours" he smiles, watching my emotions.

My mouth drops. It's the very cabin we were trapped in all those months ago. It's exactly the same, not a thing has changed.

"How did you buy it? Who did you buy it from? What-"

Logan shuts me up with a passionate kiss. I immediately relent and melt against him. This seems too good to be true. I think we both know how important this cabin is to both of us. This is where we bared our souls to one another, where our baby was conceived, where we fell in love.

I don't think I knew what love was until Logan and our child, as cliche as it is. He was a loner and in my own way I was one too. I'd never bared my soul and heart to anyone before Logan. It took a snowstorm and a stupid mountain flower to end up here.

We pull away for some much needed air and turn again to stare at our new home. From the regular eye it's nothing special, in fact it's kind of run down. But this shack might as well be a mansion in my eyes.

"I bought if from an elderly couple. They had retired and wanted a change of scenery. I know how important this place is and jumped at the opportunity to buy it" he tells me, his arm around my waist.

"It's our little slice of heaven" I smile, beyond happy.

Logan reaches down to rub my belly.

"Do you want to live here?" he asks frankly.

I look at him questionably, "Of course. That's why you bought it right?"

"I mean do you want to live here full time? Away from the city?"

I pause for a moment. It never really occurred to me that living out here permanently was an option. I'd only ever lived in the city. White noise and busy boulevards. But something about living away from all that, the simplicity, and lack of stress. That's what I want our child to grow up around.

"I'd love that more than anything. But what about careers? College? We'd be leaving all that behind" I point out.

Logan thinks for a moment. I can tell he's weighing the options. It's not only what's best for us but for the life we will bring into the world in only a few short months.