Dad in BLACK. BWWM

Chapter 7

                     Heather, cradled the coffee enjoying the strong black smell and how it calmed her insides. It was past three in the morning and not being able to sleep she decided to make herself coffee since it was literally morning anyways.

                       Slowly expelling her breath, Heather let the events of the past two months wash over her and all. Her husband was dead. Her daughter had to move. They lost their dog. She's very well out of job right now and she didn't know if this El Macho De Grande was through with her now. 

                He's killed her husband, uprooted their lives and has probably scarred her daughter for life, but she knew how s******c killers could be and she knew this was just the calm before the storm. 

                   The only sounds she could hear was the hum of the freezer and probably a few electric crickets. The silence was deafening but it matched her mood and she loved it. 

                But the more she sat there alone the more her thoughts ran towards Marcus, and her eyes watered. If he was here now, he would have sat next to her, a cup of tea since he couldn't stomach coffee chatting with her like they were still at the base together growing up.

            He'd been her first and only love and she was his, they'd grown up together although between the moves stayed in touch and on the summer that he was deployed proposed to her. Their wedding night had been bliss, although it was embarrassing at first. They had been together for almost twenty years. Married for ten. Now at thirty she was a widow. 

                The tears slipped down her cheeks and landed inside her now lukewarm coffee. Her heart's broken and her soul was slowly dying. All this while she held a little bit of hope that he was just MIA and one day he would knock on this door and claim her and their daughter but it was just wishful thinking. 

                 His parents and sibling had been notified and it wasn't a conversation she wants to repeat.

                     Wiping her tears and emptying her coffee into the sink in the middle of the kitchen island, she rinsed the mug putting it in the dishwasher. 

               She has to pull herself together for herself and her daughter. Her daughter needed her now more than ever. Although she seemed to have taken an instant liking to Logan. 

              Logan. She didn't know what to think about Logan, she didn't know if he was really playing the good host or if he did really care about her daughter.

             But Heather already knew the answer. He did really like her daughter and for that she was grateful. 

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                  Logan and Jade were having their morning ritual of hot chocolate watching the sunrise. It's been Four days since that life changing experience for her and although she'd been distant and distracted lately, she didn't cry anymore. 

              He hate to admit how holding the mother and child felt that day, but he would be lying if he didn't feel a sense of completeness. Which was totally crazy since he has everything he'd ever wanted as a boy.

            Growing up with his mother— Flora, and older sister— Jenny.  They had leaved off charity and Goodwill boxes. His father had died of complications Leukemia shortly after he was born. His mother had tried her best to put a roof over their heads and tried to make sure they both had their educations. But the minute Logan, got his high school diploma, he had already enlisted for the Navy. 

               Made a ton of money. Check

              Almost got killed on all missions. Check. 

       Invested wisely. Check.

     Built a home for his mother and sister. Check. 

               Although it was the craziest thing to convince your mother that you was going into the military cause it was easy way out of your suffering wasn't easy. He had served his country well and was now eating the seeds he had planted. 

                   “How about you ask your mom fit permission and I take you to Disneyland?”. Logan, couldn't bare to have her feeling sad. The child before the news could talk off your ear. 

                  Her eyes lit up like a kid on too much sugar and her little pink pouty lips opened. “Really?”. 

         There's the smile. He nodded and she squealed. “Ive never been to Disneyland but I've watched tons of movies to give me an idea”. 

            Oh, yes. Jade Powers was back. She continued chatting animatedly about what she was expecting and Logan, nodded along with her and put in his two cents. He's never been to Disneyland himself, but he was looking very forward to this weekend and who knows if Heather said yes, he was going to convince her to come with them.

             They haven't really had a chance to talk, mainly because officers were coming in for the last four days with documents to sign. Logan felt disoriented, if he was dead was this how his mother and sister were going to be?. 

               But from what he's heard— from James of course. Heather had signed almost every document to the Powers and only left his only her husband's pension for Jade college funds.

              Dolores sat next to Heather, giving the girl a peck on her head. “I heard Disneyland. I'm coming along”. 

             That seemed to trigger another conversation between Dolores and Jade and Logan decided he's heard enough, leaving the two girls alone. He treaded inside with their empty mugs and paused when he saw Heather in the kitchen her laptop on the marble island engaged in a video call with a black biracial woman, who had greenish golden eyes, similar to Jade's. 

              Heather raised her gaze and turned the laptop to face Logan. “Mom this is Logan Wilson. Logan. Renee Smith”. 

           The woman smiled—  probably early fifties, and Logan could vividly picture Heather in her old years. Beautiful. 

          “Not the introduction I'm used to but it's so nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you”. 

            Logan smiled, shaking his head. “Its no problem Mrs Smith, I love doing it”. 

             Renee Smith had the guts to blush and smile. “Oh, it's Renee”. 

         Heather was appalled, her mother was blushing. “Thank you for taking care of my girls, I know it's hard having strangers but thank you”. 

            “Its no problem Renne, like I said I love doing it”. The blush deepened as Logan politely excused himself after saying goodbye to the cat eyed woman of course. 

              Mom!”. Heather seethed lowly. “Why the hell are you blushing, Renee?”. 

           “Jesus Christ!”. Her mother was fanning herself with her hand. “Honey do you know his father? Or an uncle? Even a younger brother would do”. 

         “Mom you're disgusting”. Heather said disapprovingly. 

          “Oh, come on now. You can't say he's not hot”. Renee Smith challenged. 

             Heather rolled her eyes. “He's my host and I just lost my husband”. 

            Renee sobered up. “I didn't mean to be disrespectful, honey I'm sorry”. 

           “It's okay Mom”. Heather slowly exhaled. “Hes fine, but I'm way past that now”. 

           I'll talk to you later mom”. Heather said waving at her mother. 

       “Kiss my grand baby for me”. She ended the call and sat in silence only interrupted by Jade's giggles and exaggerated sighs of Dolores. 

             “I kind of already said yes to Jade and it's your permission we're waiting for now”. Logan's voice cut through the silence and she looked frightened. 

            How much of the last minutes of the conversation did he hear and he was standing by the open dining room that overlooked the kitchen freshly showered. Dressed in sweatpants and an a tee that looked sung on him. His goldish brown locks still wet even his tee had traces of water and those places clung to his toned body. 

               She blamed the wanton thoughts that ran through her mind for not being intimate for over nine months and the fact that she needed comfort and snuggles.

          Swallowing hard. “What did she say to you?”.

           Logan shrugged walking into the kitchen and leaning against the fridge. “I kinda suggested it actually, it's killing me seeing her so quiet”. 

            “Its killing me too”. Heather replied. 

           “Promised to take her to Disneyland and get her, her  own room”. Seeing the frown in Heather's face he quickly added. “If you agreed of course!” 

             The thought warmed her insides. He didn't try to undermine her mothering skill, but he also put her in a bad spot she thought. If she said No to Jade she would be the bad guy. 

             “I would have loved it if you discussed it with me first”. Logan hung his head low knowing she was right but for his sake and her daughter's she said, “Sure she needs to be outside and around kids her age”. 

             Logan let out a huge breath. “I was really planning out an escape route so I wouldn't see the disappointed look on her face”. 

              Heather couldn't stop the tears from falling. It was getting impossible to stop her heart from beating fastly. 

           What are you doing Logan?

              Before he raised his head, she quickly dashed the tear away and smiled. “Again Logan Thank you”. 

             And please stop being so cute. 

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