Il suo zaffiro

chapter 6

I was seated on the couch, half-watching TV, when I felt the cushion dip beside me. I turned my head to see Logan, and immediately rolled my eyes.

"I finally did it. I got a vasectomy," he said casually, like he was telling me the weather. I stared at him in disbelief.

"Are you serious?" I asked, searching his face for any hint of a joke. He nodded, his expression too smooth to be trusted.

"Wanna go try it out? See if you get pregnant," he teased, leaning in close, his hand slowly trailing up my leg. I shook my head and slapped his hand away, feeling a shiver of disgust and annoyance crawl down my spine. He laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Ewww, go try that shit out on someone else," I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

He chuckled, leaning back like he hadn't just tried to push my buttons. We were friends, or at least something like that, but every time we visited his parents' house, they assumed we were more. And I never corrected them.

"I'm just kidding. I didn't do it," he finally admitted, laughing at the expression on my face. I let out a long, relieved sigh and shook my head. "But I'm going to do it soon," he added with a smirk, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting.

"Well, I'm going to tell your mom about this—how you don't want to get Sapphy pregnant, or get married. Then I'll fake cry," I threatened, watching as his playful demeanor hardened. He balled his hands into fists, but there was something vulnerable in his eyes.

"No, don't do that. My mom would be furious. She really wants me to have at least one baby, but I don't want a kid," he admitted, his voice softer, almost like he was confiding in me. I couldn't help but laugh.

He was going to break his mother's heart.

"Do what you want to do, Logan. It's your life and your choices. I just hope you make the right one. I'll support you," I said, trying to offer some kind of comfort. He nodded, but the tension didn't leave his body.

"Anyway, let's just forget about that. Get dressed—we're going out. Look sexy and hot," he ordered, standing up as if that was the end of the conversation.

I rolled my eyes and stood up, heading for the stairs. Once I was in my room, I saw the dress laid out on my bed. It was red, tight, and barely covered anything. My eyes widened as I held it up, feeling a surge of anger rise within me.

I stormed out of my room and knocked on Logan's door. When he opened it, I marched inside, holding the dress up like it was evidence of a crime.

"I am not wearing this, Logan. It's too tight and too much skin is showing. Where are we even going?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, one eyebrow cocked in that infuriatingly smug way he had. "You are wearing that, Sapphire. Stop complaining; it's just the back part that's cut out. We're going to my parents' house," he said, as if that explained everything.

"Well, fine then," I huffed, knowing I sounded childish but too annoyed to care.

"So you're ready then?" he asked, standing up and moving towards the door. I nodded reluctantly. "Okay, let's go get something from my office first," he said, leaving the room. I followed him downstairs, my mind racing with a mix of frustration and resignation.

I sat on the couch, waiting for him to come down. If Logan hadn't introduced me as his girlfriend to his parents, I wouldn't have had to go through this charade every time we visited. But his family was kind and funny, and I couldn't help but love them.

"Let's go, Sapphire," Logan called as he put on his watch. I stood up and walked over to him, feeling a reluctant smile tug at my lips when he looked me over.