Il suo zaffiro

chapter 16

SAPPHIRE POV

I woke up before dawn, determined to sneak out of the house without Logan noticing. I needed to get away, even if just for a few hours. I was already dressed and ready to leave, but the gnawing hunger in my stomach held me back. A quick glance at the clock showed it was 7:36 a.m. With a sigh, I slipped out of my room, moving quietly as I tiptoed down the stairs, making a beeline for the kitchen.

I tried to keep my movements as silent as possible, not wanting to alert anyone. "Okay, what do I want... or what do you want?" I whispered to myself, placing a hand on my small but growing belly as I opened the fridge. The craving hit me as soon as I saw the ingredients. Oatmeal, topped with banana and berries, was the perfect breakfast, but I needed more.

I grabbed an avocado, some yogurt, and a bag of chips, quickly crushing the avocado and mixing it with the yogurt before spreading it on the chips. I took a bite, and a small moan of satisfaction escaped my lips. "Oh god, that tastes great," I muttered, licking my lips as I plated the oatmeal.

I rushed back upstairs, hoping to enjoy my food in peace before Logan woke up. But as I settled in and took a few bites, the nausea hit me out of nowhere. I barely made it to the bathroom before vomiting into the toilet, my hand clutching my chest as I flushed away the remnants of my meal. I rinsed my mouth with Listerine, trying to shake off the lingering taste when I heard Logan's voice.

"Sapphire!" His voice boomed from downstairs, making me jump. My appetite was gone, and I could feel dread creeping up my spine. I picked up my plate and slowly made my way down the stairs.

"I'm coming!" I called out, trying to keep my voice steady, but he was already impatient.

"Hurry up, you're moving too slow," he snapped, his words stinging more than they should have. I walked up to him, avoiding his gaze as he stared at me with cold eyes.

"What do you want, Logan?" I asked softly. He didn't answer right away, instead tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to meet his eyes.

"You already ate?" he asked, eyeing my plate suspiciously. His gaze shifted to the mixture of avocado, yogurt, and chips. "What the fuck is that? Avocado, yogurt, and chips? Why would you eat that?" His tone was filled with disgust.

"Because I was craving it," I whispered, unsure if he even heard me.

"That shit is nasty. No one should eat that. I bet it tastes gross," he said, picking up a chip with the mixture on it.

"No, don't—" I started to say, but he already took a bite. The moment it hit his tongue, he gagged, spitting it back onto my plate. The sight made my heart sink. I wanted to cry, to scream at him for treating me like this. He had no idea that I was carrying his child, and his behavior was cutting me deeper than ever.

"Logan, I'm pre—" I started, but the words caught in my throat. I couldn't say it, something was holding me back. He wouldn't believe me, not after everything that's happened.

"Why would you make that? Ugh," he groaned, shoving the plate away. I placed it down, feeling my stomach churn from both nausea and the way he was treating me.

"Anyway, looks like you're ready because we're going over to my mom's house," he announced, as if I had no choice in the matter.

"No," I said quietly, bracing myself for his reaction.

"What did you just say?" His eyes narrowed, and I could feel the tension building between us.

"I'm not going, Logan. Please tell Serena that I'm not feeling well," I pleaded in a low voice, hoping he'd show some understanding.