CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SIX

Haircut, cheesecake and Ice cream all seem to be pacifiers for me but I still refuse to believe what they said.

"All day?" I said to Logan watching him dress after taking a shower before dinner.

Turning to face me with a mischievous smirk, he runs his hands over his newly trimmed facial hair. "You did smile in appreciation when you saw me," he says then frowns, "or was it the cheesecake in my hand that brought that smile on your gorgeous face?" He asks thoughtfully.

"The cake" I retorted, laughing as he feigns to feel hurt at my words.

He did look awesome and so much younger. I always wondered how did I got so lucky to catch the attention of a man like him and I still do.

"Okay, you look good too," I chuckle as he pulled me gently towards him. Leaning down, he stars nuzzling my neck, before working his way to my lip and since it's been a while I was eager to feel his touch and the beautiful sensation that comes with it.

The sudden pounding on the door startled the both of us, getting me all worked up.

"Guys hustle up dinner is ready outside," Jer shouts from behind the bedroom.

Gently releasing me, "guess the folks are home," he chuckles, while Jer continues pounding and yelling.

"Hurry," he yelled from behind the door.

Confused, "what is it?" My eyes on the closed door behind us. "Why's he so excited.?" I frowned at Logan.

Laughing, he spun me around. "Like the guy said, let's hurry." Logan pulls on a white T-shirt, that hugs his chiseled body and and dark gray jeans.

Logan's always wearing new clothes, but I never see him go shopping.

"Nice jeans," I point to his pants raising my eyebrows, with a curious observation.

Looking down at his jeans with a frown. "Uh, yeah." Lifting his eyes to me, with a smirk. "Shopping is a serious motherf**ker," he comments. "It's so f**king tight." He frowns, shaking his legs.

Folding my arms, "so didn't you try them on, or was it just a gift?" I asked feeling a tinge of jealousy creeping in.

There's so much going on with Logan, which I'm not privy too and he's having hair cuts with my brother and shopping with, God knows who.

"Well it's difficult to try on clothes, with Cam or any of the guys. What I should take into account, is that we're having a baby, so we're getting fat." He chuckles.

Shoving his chest, "I'm getting fat?" I muttered, angrily while Logan stared back at me confused.

"What?" He asks, his eyes on my protruding stomach. "Well, yeah." He agrees. "Like it's baby fat," he chuckles nervously, trying to avoid my angry glare. "They're waiting on us, let's go," he suggested, walking backwards and not offering to help me out, as is the norm.

Turning towards the bed, I slowly walked away from him, hurt because I'm fat.

"Hey whats wrong?" Logan follows me, walking behind me slowly. "They're waiting for us." He says.

"You go, I'm not hungry," I snapped at him, sitting on the bed, wondering what snacks I have stashed in my room.

Logan sits beside me, "Jerome has something kinda interesting, or maybe some good news to share," he says softly as he tries to convince me, to come with him.

I shook my head stubbornly, refusing to listen to him and share in whatever news, he and his new sidekick has going on.

Shrugging he stands up and I'm angry that he's going without me, still, I stubbornly refused to go with him.

"What are you doing?" I asked, watching him pull his T-shirt off.

"I don't know want I did, but it's clear I f**ked up again, so I'll remain with you and have someone bring us dinner." He says, unbuckling his pants.

"I'm not hungry," I repeated stubbornly, swinging my feet off the bed, to get to the other side.

Frowning he stares at me with a confused expression, "you were excited, just moments ago for dinner." He said observantly.

"That was before you called me fat" I yelled at him, his eyes flickering in surprise at my outburst.

"I'm sorry?" He awkwardly responded, "I didn't mean it like that," he started to explain the reason for his comment, but I was not interested, because he called me fat.

"I joked because of my tight jeans, I meant nothing concerning," he points to my body that was now thrown across the bed, "how sexy you look, with my baby," he says, crawling up the bed towards me.

"What the f**k guys, we're waiting and the foods getting cold," Jer shouts from the outside as he pounds on the door.

"Go away" Logan shout's at the same time I shout. "I'm not hungry."

Pounding the door without ceasing, causing Logan to start dressing again, "we'll discuss this later, " Logan said, "let's go," he says sternly, in a no nonsense tone.

Glaring at him, angrily, I got off the bed ready to pound on Jer for annoying me.

Without neatening myself, I walked ahead of Logan towards the front door, with Logan following behind me.

"Well it's about time, we be graced with your presence," Justin says mockingly, while Tina who was sitting beside him, climb out of her chair and ran towards me, her arms open wide.

"Aunty Jamie" she yelled happily.

Unable to bend to her level, I pulled her head closer and hugged her, taking her to sit with me, leaving the seat she just vacated, for Logan, beside his best friend.

"Wow, trouble in paradise," Justin slaps Logan's back when he pulls the chair beside him.

"She made fun of my tight pants so I jokingly mentioned that we're both getting fat because of the pregnancy, but of course my lovely wife, insists that I called her fat." he complained to everyone staring at us shocked, around table.