CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN-

JAMIE'S POV

I turn slightly recognizing it's the ceiling in Logan's room, disappointment overwhelming me once again, Logan left.

Closing my eyes, unsure of how I feel right now and most of all how Logan feels. I've had three months getting accustom to this pregnancy but he's only had a few hours. I wanted it to be so beautiful, something my husband would cherish forever, but of course his curiosity got the best of him once again.

"Finally" I heard, opening my eyes to see him standing clad in only a towel wrapped around his hips, His facial hair cut low, giving him a real bad boy appearance, especially with the wicked smirk on his sexy full lips.

I licked my lips and smiled as I recall that first time we met and me, embarrassing myself as I saw him walking towards me and mistook him for the model, I was shooting that day.

"You look hot" I said in my most seductive voice.

With a sexy smile he crawls on the bed upwards, towards me, "and I feel hot" he says huskily, leaning down, nuzzling my neck. He smell freshly showered and his body was partially wet.

I lifted my arms wrapping it around his torso, which was most convenient to me. I felt him getting arouse, as he lifted his head capturing my lips, like a thirsty man, searching for water.

I opened myself up to Logan, not caring about my pain, but just wanting to satisfy my man, who is lying atop of me, yet not releasing his entire weight.

Logan, pulled away first, "hey" he said as I pouted at the distance between us.

"I missed you. I have dreamt of being here with you on your bed for so long, and now..." my voice trails of unhappily.

Logan crawls off the bed chuckling softly. "You hungry?" he asks softly.

With coy smile, I bite my lips and nodded.

He backs away to towards the closet, "you're killing me slowly babe" he said, his back to me, pulling out a pair of boxers, and pulling it on under his towel, before dropping the towel to the floor,

"Hey!" I shout, "remember my rule?" I ask, with folded arms, looking at him,

He seem confused for a moment, staring at me with a blank expression, before reality dawned on him.

Nodding he bent and took the towel up from floor and sat on the bed, frowning, staring at the towel in his hand.

"While I was asleep, I remembered being locked out and I couldn't reach you. I pound the door, I screamed at you. I even reminded you of my rules." He said with a sad look "and it was then that I realize that something was wrong" he confess. "You would have never done that, you would never left me." he turns to look at me, leaning across kissing me. "I love you Jamie, never forget that" he admonishes me. Dropping the towel on the floor, he palmed my face, and started planting kisses all over.

"You did it again" I moaned,

"Uh, huh" he continued kissing me, but I wasn't at ease,

"The towel" I reminded him.

He chuckles, "I was testing you" he admitted. Moving away, he bent and picked up the towel.

Leaning his elbows on his bare legs, "you want lunch here or downstairs?" he asked.

"Here with you" I responded quickly.

He stood up and walked to his dresser, dialing a number, "mom," yeah Jamie up" he said waiting for a response from her. "we'll have lunch in bed" he says. I started burning up. He turns around, to face me and chuckles as I blush. Listening to his mother on the phone. He laughs before hanging up.

He dove on the bed making sure not to hurt me,

With a lopsided grin, "I need to pee" I told him shyly.

Sliding off the bed, "right," he said moving to lift me.

Stopping him, "i walk sometimes, can you help me" I said, "Your mom rules with a iron rod, she never allows me to exercise, but now that you are here, you're in charge of me" I told him happily, placing my feet on the floor.

Logan, looked behind him for a brief moment. then leaned and swoop me up. "I'm not going to upset the lady with the iron rod" he explained, as I pouted.

I flung my legs back and forth as one of the exercises the doctor mention. Logan stop's inside the bathroom.

Pointing to the chair by the sink, "put me there", I instructed him.

Ignoring me, he helps me to stand by the toilet, waiting...

"Really?" I asked, standing awkwardly, glaring at him,

Ignoring me once again, he sits on the edge of the bathroom tub, adding to my embarrassment.

I had no other choice but to go in front of him, deciding to take a shower after.

I stood up leaning by the sink and lifted my dress.

"Bathe me" I invtied him.

Standing with a evil smirk, "with pleasure" he chuckles, shocking me by stripping, before coming to help me.

When Logan and I returned from the shower, lunch was already spread out on the portable table.

Clad in towels we instantly started devouring our lunch because my baby and I are famished.

We settled into some small talk until I mention the need to dress before someone returns.

Logan packed up and I dressed myself before anyone came back in.

By the time Logan joined me on the bed, only in his boxers, we started talking about our short time in the shower, causing me to start blushing again. Logan taught me much more ways to satisfy each other and I am happy to co-operate, because my husband didn't complain.

Our door suddenly flung open and in walked my security guards.

"Next time, order your lunch after your shower" Justin advises us, as I reddens more and Logan just smiles mischievously.