Coming Home For Christmas

My head was aching and my heart was pounding. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

‘There's no way Logan has just called me the love of his life, there's just no way, 1 must've misheard him Twalked towards the kitchen and stood in the doorway as I watched Logan who had taken off his coat and suit jacket and he was now rolling up his sleeves He was acting normal like what he just said was normal, like him being here and acting like a loving husband and father cooking breakfast for his family was normal and its not, it's far from normal.

“Are you ok, babe?" Logan asks me and I narrowed my eyes at him.

Amok?

‘This was a question which both stupefied me yet made me wonder if actually was ok.

‘The answer is no, T'm not ok.

“Of course I'm not ok, Logan, none of this is ok” “What do you mean?” He asked confused which irked me even further “Youre here._with us..and you. you just said I'm." “The love of my life which is true” Logan says as he crosses his huge arms over his chest while Tooked at him in shock.

“H.how? when? I don't understand” Logan let out a sigh as he stepped closer to me and what he said next almost knocked me off my feet.

“I've always been in love with you, Lace. I don't remember when it happened or when my feelings for you escalated to what they are now, all T know is that I've always loved you and the only thing that's changed about my feelings is how strong they've gotten. I love you, Lace” Logan gently cupped my face and caressed my cheek as I stood there in shock.

1 couldn't believe he was confessing his love for me, this is something I never would've expected to happen in a million years.

“To be honest with you, Lace, I'm surprised you didn't notice earlier how much loved you, I wasnt exactly subtle about my love and affection for you"

What? Is he being serious? “How was I supposed to know how you felt about me, Logan? you always looked at me like I was your littl sister" “What? no, I never” “Yes you did, don't you dare lie to me, Logan Black” 1 growled and Logan smirked at me with mischief and amusement in his eyes but I was too irked and annoyed to notice.

“Whenever you or Justin would introduce new guy friends or women to me, you would always say to them this is my litle sister, Lacey” “Yeah because I didn't want the women I was hanging out with to get jealous of you and hurt you" Pft, as if they ever could ‘The girls my brother and Logan used to hang out with looked lke they were scared to fight in case they chipped a nail or messed up their outfits and the only fighting they could do was a verbal argument and nothing physical.

“And didn't want my male friends getting any ideas and thinking they could have you, so T introduced you as my sister 50 they wouldn't touch you, trust me, babe, there's nothing scarier to a man than her over-protective and possessive father and big brothers” He said and I swear I heard him mutter trust me, T know at the end.

“Who the hell are you to say who can and who can't have me, Logan?" 1say sounding pissed off and Logan's cheeky expression turned serious.

“Who the hell am I? I'm the father of your children and your future husband if I get my way, babe" He says with a smile while giving my cheek a pinch before going over to the kitchen island.

Logan then started looking through some bags and pulling various different things out of them Wait.

Where did those bags come from? did he bring those with him?.

1don't remember Logan having any bags with him when 1 opened the door “Where did those bags come from?" “I brought them with me, 1 was hoping to cook breakfast for you and the kids, so I bought some traditional English breakfast food. they don't eat like we do in America, do they?" “You mean British people don't cook breakfast like they're feeding the five thousand? no, they don't” 1say and Logan chuckles “Wait, you went grocery shopping?” Laskin disbelief Logan hates anything to do with shopping, he doesn't even like to go and get his favourite coffee from Starbucks, so it's actually shocking to me that he'd personally go shopping, especially in a country he's not familiar with just for us.

“Actually no..1 had my assistant Caden go for me, he told me British people love something called a full English, so told him to get me everything I'l need to make it"

“How is Caden?” Task as look through the bags completely missing the annoyed and jealous look on Logan's face: "He's good, he's happy with his girlfriend” Logan said stemly and I narrowed my eyes at him “Good for him" Logan and I shared a brief eye contact with each other for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and tured around.

‘While Logan was pulling pots and pans out of my cupboards, I looked through the rest of the bags and was amused with what I saw.

“Logan, T know British people are different to Americans when it comes to food but I highly doubt they re serving their kiddies chocolate chip muffins, cookies and Haribo sweets for breakfast” Tsaid whilst trying not to smile but I couldn't help it when Logan turned around and I saw his cheeks had reddened slightly.

“They're a bribe, babe” “A bribe?” Task confused.

“Yeah. those kids hate me, Lace and I wanted to tempt them into liking me with something I knew all kids love which sounds kind of creepy and weird now that I've said this out loud” He says and I chuckle.

“Its not creepy or weird, Logan unless you're someone like Jimmy Saville” Isaid as a shiver ran down my spine and not in a good way.

"Who's Jimmy Saville?" “You don't wanna know, trust me, all you need to know about him is that in this country there's a reason why the terms paedophile and Saville are synonymous with each other” Isaid and Logan's eyes widened with horror and disgust just like mine did when I first heard about him Tremember I was pregnant when first watched a documentary on that creepy fucker and I felt physically sick that someone like this actually existed and was trusted for many years.

‘The worst part is that even though he's dead and hopefully rotting in hell somewhere, there are still people like him in this world who are out there masquerading as sweet, kind people when they're anything but My father calls people like this, wolves in sheep's clothing.

“Besides, my kids don't hate you, Logan, they don't know you to hate you and even if they did know you, they still ‘wouldn't hate you because I haven't raised my kids to be hateful people” Isaid and he smiled sadly.

“Oh yeah, what about the eldest one? my little namesake” Tlook over at my eldest son and my heart hurt for the little boy who owns one-fourth of my heart and has given me many sleepless nights and made me waste quite a few cups of coffee because I've often gotten lost in thought ‘worrying about him.

Many personnel at the kid's school believe my firstborn child has got autism because of his lack of feelings or empathy towards others and they ve requested that I get him tested for it but I don't think that's necessary because he does feel things, he's just not as open with his feelings like myself and his siblings are.

Does that make me a bad or neglectful parent if 1 don't get him tested? “Babe” Logan pulled me from my thoughts with not only his voice which was filled with so much worry and concern for me but also the touch of his warm yet rough hand which was now resting on top of mine.

Tlooked down at our hands and my heart warmed as my mind started to swirl with numerous different confusing questions and thoughts such as why the hell is he touching me? why aren't I moving my hand away? do I want him to remove his hand? should T push him away? his hands are so rough yet so soft and his hands are really warm.

Twas also really intrigued by the flower tattoo on his hand and what the writing on it meant, it looks like it's in Italian ‘which I don't speak, there was also something else above the tattoo but I couldn't see it or make out what it said because of how his hand was bent “Lacey babe, are you ok?" Logan once again pulled me from my thoughts.

“T'm fine..don't worry about Logan Junior, he's always been a reserved kid" “Reserved? it seems like it's more than that, love, have you thought of getting him tested for autism?”

He asks and I shake my head Not him as well “He doesn't need to be tested, Logan, he's not autistic” “How do you know, love?" “Because he's my son, Logan, I think Td know if he had something like that" 1said defensively.

Why was I getting so defensive about this?.

“Actually, he's OUR son and it wouldn't be a bad thing if we did get him tested, love, autism is in his family after all" Logan says confusing me.

“Huh, what do you mean?” “Elijah, he's my nephew and their cousin, remember?” Oh yeah.

1 completely forgot about that.

Tlooked over at my son who was happily reading a new book and I couldn't help but think if we should get him tested, 1 mean it won't hurt, right?.