I made another call once I got to the Escalade.
“Mason Kade?” she answered.
“You helped Nate sort some stuff out a few years ago. I’m wondering if you can help me too?”
“I’m aware. It’s why I answered your call. Is Nate okay?”
“He is.” Then I told her what I needed.
“You’re in Boston?”
“I am. Flying to Fallen Crest as soon as I can.”
“I’ll have a file for you by the time you land.”
Good. I was counting on it.
I texted Nate next.
Me: Coming to handle James. Leave Logan out of it.
Nate: What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?
Me: Find my dad. Find Tate. I’ll let you know when we’ve landed.
Nate. WTF, Mase! He’s my brother too.
Me: I know, but I’m the one who got the call. You know what that means, right?
Nate: I’m sure you’re going to tell me.
Me: Taylor likes me more.
Nate: Dick.
Me: Wrangle up the a-holes. I’m heading back. You’ll find out everything. Logan will want to tell you, that’s why.
Nate: Fine. We’ll get tabs on Tate. I’m sending Channing and his team to your dad.
I laughed out loud and called him, “You better make sure he tapes that. I want to see his face.”
He laughed. “I will.” His voice dropped low. “Is he okay? Just tell me that much.”
He was referring to Logan.
“He’s fine. He’s good.”
Nate sighed. “I gotta go handle this bitch now.”
I smirked. “See you when we land.”
26
Taylor
Morning sickness was a thing, and it was coming in fast.
When we got to see a doctor, Logan wanted to know everything.
Would my boobs get too sensitive?
How long could we have sex?
Any position that was unhealthy or healthy for the baby?
And then the obvious ones:
When was the baby due?
When could we find out if it was a mini-Logan or a mini-Taylor?
And then he pulled out his phone and went down what he had googled:
Symptoms as the baby grew? Was it one baby? Not two? He was adamant about that.
Specific symptoms we should look for? Tell the doctor?
What were the approved or to be avoided foods? He’d need that list asap.
Was exercise okay? And not of the sexual kind? He was also specific about those two differences.
Vitamins? Supplements?
How long will morning sickness last, and could the father also get it? Because he was feeling a little nauseous this morning.
And so forth.
All of that was before we even got to the routine exams and family health history part, all of which would be shared with our usual doctor, where I had another check-up scheduled the following week, just in case. Logan was also adamant he’d be going to that visit too, and every single exam or test or phone call that had to do with anything about the baby.
After the visit, I hit his hand away from my stomach as we walked through the parking lot. “Okay. First trimester we don’t want people to know.”
“What? Why?”
“Stress. We’re supposed to be as normal as possible, and we can tell people in the second trimester.”
He had a funny look on his face, his eyes still on my stomach. “You look hot. Like hotter than normal. It’s the kid. Holy. You’re one of those moms who look hotter when they’re pregnant.” He pointed at my face. “You even glow. Everyone’s going to know! Because of you.”
I swatted his hand down, rolling my eyes. “Watch it, or my hormones are going to come out and kick your ass.”
“My ass, huh?” His eyes lit up, starting to smolder, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a grin. A cocky grin. “I bet you’re going to be like a rabbit with sex. Some women are like that. They get pregnant and only want the dick.” He reached down, cupping himself. “Taylor.” He sounded so serious, but that half-grin was still there. “This is always at your beck and call. I need you to be reassured. You can ride me anytime you want. I’ll talk to my boss, make some amendments to my contract.”
I laughed but grabbed his hand. This was typical Logan.
A second later, he slid our fingers together, and there, right there, that touch alone settled everything. Not that I wasn’t settled, but it was an extra seal. Perfection.
Then I remembered.
“Oh no! We were in Cain, and I didn’t call my father!”
27
Mason
We arrived. Sam was confused but was going with the flow because a trip to see Heather was always a good thing in her eyes. Maddie was glowering at everyone. The twins were nuts. I was convinced Sam fucked the Energizer Bunny on speed because that’s how nuts my kids were.
I thought Maddie was a lot, but she’s a picnic compared to them. Nash brought home a goldfish two days ago. We don’t have goldfish. We don’t have any neighbors who have goldfish either.
Where the fuck did the goldfish come from? We asked, and he just shrugged and ran off again.