EPILOGUE
Logan
Six months later, we stood on the balcony of our condo together, hugged up. Deidra stood in front, wearing a crop top and boy shorts. She tipped her face to the sun, and I wrapped my arm around her waist. I pulled her in close, smelling her sweet lemon-scented shampoo. We decided to stay home from work today and enjoy our engagement and her pregnancy. My parents wanted us to come over and visit, but I needed her close; getting alone time together was rare with our schedules.
“How are you feeling?”
She drew in a deep breath. “I’m fine, Logan. Stop stressing about the baby and me. The doctor said everything was just fine with the baby .” She turned around and leaned against the railing.
Unconsciously, my brow furrowed. “I’m not stressed.”
“Yeah, right,” she snickered, wi
