Il suo zaffiro

chapter 32

SAPPHIRE POV

For the past few weeks, Logan had been acting... off. It wasn't something I could put my finger on exactly, but the way he moved around me, the way he talked, it was different. Not in the cold, distant way he had been before, but more like... he was holding something back.

He still checked on me constantly, asking if I needed anything. It wasn't the words that were strange; it was the way he said them. There was a weight behind them, like he was trying to keep a wall between us.

Yesterday, I was sitting on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through a baby magazine, and Logan had come in from his office. Without a word, he placed a throw pillow behind my back, adjusting it so I'd be more comfortable.

"Do you need anything? Water, food?" His voice had been soft but flat, almost robotic.

I looked up at him, half-expecting some kind of emotion to flicker in his eyes, but they stayed guarded. "No, I'm okay. Thanks."

He nodded, lingered for a second, then turned and walked back to his office. Just like that. He was here, but not here.

It had been the same every day—him checking in, making sure I was okay, but never lingering long enough to have a real conversation. And I couldn't shake the feeling that he was avoiding something, but I didn't know what. Maybe it was the babies, or maybe it was something else.

Earlier today, I decided I needed to talk to him. I'd been putting it off, letting the silence between us grow, but I couldn't keep pretending that everything was fine. I had a question about to ask him. He hadn't even mentioned the pregnancy since that night, and it was starting to gnaw at me.

I went to his office, expecting to find him buried in paperwork like always, but when I knocked, there was no answer. The door was slightly ajar, so I peeked inside, but the room was empty.

"Logan?" I called, but the house was eerily quiet.

I wandered through the kitchen, the living room, even checked outside in the backyard, but there was no sign of him. My heart started beating a little faster. Logan never left without telling me, especially after everything that had happened.

I pulled out my phone, checking for any messages, but there was nothing. No note, no text.

I sat down at the kitchen table, drumming my fingers nervously against the wood. I had this nagging feeling in my chest, like something wasn't right.

I leaned back in the chair, running a hand over my belly. The babies shifted slightly inside me, reminding me of the weight of what I still hadn't fully talked to him about. Maybe he was avoiding me because of the pregnancy. Maybe he didn't know how to deal with it—or us.

I sighed, looking at the door as if expecting him to walk in any second. But the house stayed silent, and I was left wondering what was really going through his head.

LOGAN POV

It had been a couple of weeks since Sapphire moved back in, and the house felt like it was suffocating me. She was here, so close, but we were further apart than we'd ever been. The baby was a constant reminder of everything I was doing wrong. Every time I saw her with that bump, every time she smiled softly when she thought I wasn't looking, it twisted the knife a little deeper.

I had never felt so conflicted in my life. I was keeping Sapphire and the baby safe, just like I promised, but there was this gnawing guilt that wouldn't let go. The wasn't mine, and I was keeping the baby away from Adonis. No matter how much I wanted to protect Sapphire, I couldn't shake the thought that I was doing something wrong by not allowing Adonis to visit.