As we continued training, Logan moved closer to show me another step. When his hand touched my waist to guide me, my heart started pounding. I tried to focus on what he was saying, but all I could feel was the warmth of his hand.
“Move like this,” he said softly, showing me how to shift my feet. My breathing became heavier, and I wasn’t sure why I was feeling this way.
“Got it,” I said, my voice a little shaky. I tried to follow his steps, but my mind was racing. Why was I reacting like this? It didn’t feel bad, but it made me nervous.
Logan pulled back slightly, noticing something had changed. “Are you okay?” he asked, his tone concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied quickly, trying to act normal. “Just a bit tired, I guess.”
He nodded, stepping back to give me space. “We can take it slow if you need to.”
“No, it’s fine. Let’s keep going,” I said, trying to push away the weird feelings. But even as we practiced, the memory of his hand on my waist stayed with me, making it harder to concentrate.
As we continued training, Logan moved closer, guiding me through the next steps. When his hand rested on my waist to help me adjust my stance, my heart skipped a beat. I tried to focus on his instructions, but my thoughts were racing, and my breathing felt heavier.
“Move like this,” he said softly, showing me how to shift my weight properly.
“Right,” I mumbled, my voice sounding weaker than I intended. My mind was no longer on the movements. Why was I reacting like this? His touch wasn’t anything new, yet today, it felt different. It didn’t feel bad-just unexpected, making my skin prickle in a way I didn’t fully understand.
Logan didn’t seem to notice my sudden change, his focus entirely on the training. But I couldn’t shake the feeling, and it was making it harder to concentrate. I followed his steps, trying to keep up, but I felt unsteady.
“You’re tensing up again,” he pointed out, frowning slightly as he stepped back. “Loosen up, Audrey.”
I nodded, forcing a deep breath. “Yeah, I know. Sorry.” I wanted to say more, explain the confusion swirling inside me, but the words wouldn’t come.
Logan watched me for a second, then continued. “Let’s go over the next move, but slower this time.”
We started again, but the memory of his hand on my waist lingered. It stayed with me through the rest of our session, making everything feel more complicated. I didn’t want to overthink it, but I couldn’t ignore how his presence was starting to affect me in ways I hadn’t expected.
As we stood there, the air between us felt different. I took a deep breath, trying to sort out my thoughts.
“Logan,” I said, “do you think we’ll figure this out? The Eternity book and everything?”
He ran a hand through his hair, looking serious. “I want to believe we will. But it’s not just about finding the book; it’s about understanding what it means for us.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, curious.
He shifted his weight, looking out over the training field. “I mean this is bigger than just training or even marriage. It’s about who we are and what we’re meant to be together.”
I felt a flutter in my chest, his words hitting me hard. “But what if we don’t know how to be together? What if we mess it up?”
Logan looked at me, his eyes steady. “It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared too. But we have each other, and that’s a start.”
I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and worry. “So, we just wait and see?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice soft. “And while we wait, we keep training and growing. We figure out our path together.”
“Together,” I repeated, feeling the weight of the word. It felt important and hopeful.
“Exactly,” Logan replied, a small smile returning. “But right now, let’s take a break. Training can wait.”
I laughed softly, the tension easing. “Yeah, I could use a break.”
“Let’s grab some water and sit for a minute,” he suggested, leading the way to the edge of the training field.
As we walked side by side, I stole glances at him. Even though our talk was heavy, there was a lightness in the air, a feeling of comfort between us. I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew I wasn’t alone in facing it.
After our break, I headed inside, feeling lighter but still buzzing with thoughts about Logan and the training. As I walked into the house, I heard a strange sound coming from the kitchen. My heart raced as I rushed over, and when I stepped in, I froze.
My mom was bent over the sink, retching.
“Mom!” I exclaimed, rushing to her side. “Are you okay?”
She straightened up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, though her face looked pale.
I furrowed my brow. “You don’t look fine. What’s wrong?”
She took a deep breath and looked at me, a faint smile forming on her lips. “I’m just pregnant, that’s all.”
“Pregnant?” My mind reeled at her words. I stepped back, trying to process the news. “You’re pregnant? Like, having a baby?”
She nodded, looking a mix of happy and nauseous. “Surprise!”
I blinked, struggling to find the right words. “Wow, um… I didn’t see that coming.” My heart raced again, but this time it was from shock.
“Yeah, I know it’s a lot to take in,” she said, trying to sound casual. “But we’re excited.”
“Excited?” I repeated, feeling a rush of confusion and disbelief. “Can this family get any crazier?” I thought, shaking my head.