CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO

Logan's finally smiling for another reason, other than me.

It's been a hectic week and I'm happy that both Logan and Justin are safe.

Today's the day I meet the Phillips and I'm excited and scared at the same time. Logan tried to prepare me to meet them, mentally, but it's been so many years, Why didn't they show themselves before now.

The Private Investigator I hired through mom and dad gave me their findings and it matches what Logan says, but dad and grams died quite a while now, why didn't they come to me before.

I want nothing tarnishing gramps and grams reputation and my relationship with them.

Standing in only undies and new bars that mom insists that I buy, trying to select a dress, but all I want is a shorts and T-shirt.

Frowning, I lifted a blue loose fitting sundress, that mom made me buy on our shopping spree two days ago.

"If you don't like it why did you buy it?" I heard Logan asked behind me, but I ignored him, because I do love the dress, its just not who I am and I guess that this, is what being pregnant is like. Changes to the body and changes to the lifestyle.

Shrugging, I ended up putting on the dress and stood awkwardly in front of the mirror.

Standing up, Logan comes to stand behind me, towering over me, staring at me smiling, while I looked gloomy.

Wrapping his arms around my shoulders, resting his chin on my head and staring into my eyes in the mirror. "the dress looks amazing on you" he said softly and I nod, because I know that it's not the dress that has me uneasy, but the fact that I will be meeting the people who are the parents of my late mother.

A mother I never knew existed, until a few short weeks ago.

Twitching my lips, and frowning, "I'm not ready for this" I turned around in Logan's arms, "can we cancel? Just tell them that I am not well" I quickly started to give Logan reasons to excuse my absence from the meeting with the Phillips.

Staring at me, Logan shakes his head, refusing to support me backing out on meeting them.

Pouting, annoyed, I shoved his arms off my shoulder and moved away from him and surprisingly, he didn't hold me back.

That bothered me, but, I had more pressing things on my mind.

The knocking on the bedroom door, signals that the Phillips were here and I stood frozen listening to the second knocking, mentally wishing they would go away.

Logan walked pass me to open the door and I grabbed his arm to stop him, but he just, smiled and removed my hand.

Logan and I walked into the spacious living room and I stood awkwardly at his side while he held my waist.

"Breathe" he whispers and heeding his advise, I plastered a smile at the elderly woman, who was once again elegantly dress, in an all green pants and jacket suit.

With arms opened wide, she embraces me, standing about seven inches taller than me on heels.

"Leah" Mrs. Phillips, gasped and I felt Logan shift aside, as she engulfs me into a tight embrace. Too tight for my comfort.

"Not so tight" my caring husband said, before I felt Mrs, Phillips hold loosen, but I felt her body shaking as she quietly wept, above my head.

Remaining silent, I allowed her time to cry and at the same time I wondered why I felt so cold towards her.

The first time I met them, I was drawn to them, to her, but, now? I'm not!

"Let me give her a hug too," I heard Mr. Phillips say as Mrs. Phillips, reluctantly moved away, and hugged me, but not as tight as his wife.

"My little princess," he cooed softly, caressing my head and the ice inside me start melting.

My face, slowly starts crumpling, but I fought the tears that threaten to fall.

I felt another hand, caressing my side and I was comforted that Logan was still close.

Mr. Phillips released me and Mrs. Phillips came in for another hug, all teary eyed and I involuntarily, released a soft chuckle.

Still unable to speak, I subconsciously, looked around the room, before addressing the Phillips with a smile.

"Please have a seat" I invited them to occupy the couch set opposite where Logan was already leading me.

Smiling awkwardly, I looked at them, then looked at my fingers on my lap.

"Leah, I'm so happy that your husband allowed us to see you" Mr. Phillips, broke the silence.

Lifting my eyes to Logan's smiling face and dark, brooding eyes, that looked down at me.

Nodding, I place a hand on his thigh, "he's always had my best interest in heart" I commented, softly, squeezing his thigh.

"We're happy to have you here" Logan says politely, standing up unexpectedly. I got nervous instantly, grabbing his hand.

Looking down, giving me an encouraging smile, "Jamie has quite a few concerns and I'm sure you can help her settle her restless heart." Logan told the Phillips, removing my hand.

"I'm going to get you some refreshments, while you talk." Lowering himself, Logan kisses me and nods, before walking towards the kitchen.

Clasping my hands together, right, get the the questionnaire, over and done with.

Lifting my eyes, to see both Mr. and Mrs. Phillips, observing me, anxiously.

Smiling to break the silence, "why did you take so long to find me?" I asked, still second guessing, if I want to know this.

Reaching across Mrs. Phillips grabbed her husband's freckled hand and smiled sadly at him.

"Your mother," she looks at Mr. Phillips, "our daughter, died at childbirth" my heart clenched. Shaking my head, I don't want to hear anymore.

Ignoring me, she continues, "your father was devastated and give you to us, with only your grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Scott visiting regularly.