Chapter 191
**Megan**
**A few days later**
Logan wraps his arms around my waist as I brush my teeth. When I got back from school, he was busy marking and then he was on the phone for the rest of the night talking to someone in England. At dinner, he practically inhaled his food, for some reason Lorraine kept commenting on the fact I hadn’t eaten enough. I had, she just gave me a lot more than usual. My plate of food was nearly as big as Carls. For the past few days I’ve been trying to tell him, but he’s too busy, or he gets snappy at me, and then I just don’t want to tell him.
“Lorraine said you didn’t eat much at dinner,” he states. I spit and then rinse my mouth.
“I did, she gave me enough to feed a family,” I defend. He laughs and moves his hand to my hips. I give my toothbrush a quick rinse and then put it away.
“Maybe she wants to fatten you up,” he suggests and kisses my shoulder,
“Well, I feel like I’m going to burst,” he moves his hands over my stomach, and I feel myself tense up a little.
“No, I don’t think you are,” he says in my ear.
“I said I felt it,” I state and walk out of his grasp.
“You’d look good fat, to be honest,” he says as he picks up his toothbrush. I do wonder about that. What if I get huge? Some women don’t lose weight afterwards. I’ve never been fat in my life.
Stopping in front of the full-length mirror, I look at my body and frown as I look at it side-on. I mean, how fat could I get?
“Are you checking if you’ve put weight on?” Logan asks, making me jump.
“Urm...yeah,”
“You’re not going to put weight on after one big meal,” he says, laughing. I sigh and move towards his bed.
We’ve not slept in my bedroom since Jonathon. I’m not sure I feel comfortable sleeping in that room anymore. I think I will try at some point. We ended up coming to this room when we left the hospital, and that’s where we’ve stayed. The next day someone put all of my clothes in here, so I figured this is our room now.
Logan walks back into the bedroom and gets into bed.
“I need to tell you something,” I say.
“Ok,” he says as he seems to text someone back on his phone.
“It’s kind of important,”
“Sorry, one minute,” he states, and I wait for him to finish what he’s doing. After a few seconds, he puts his phone down and looks at me. “What’s up?” he asks, it’s then I notice blood coming from his nose.
“Your nose is bleeding,”
“What?” he asks and moves his hand to his nose to wipe it.
“It’s not stopping,”
He gets up and walks off into the bathroom. I get up and follow him. This isn’t the first time he’s had a nose bleed; it’s getting a little worrying. What if it’s a side effect of his concussion? They’re so frequent.
“Are you gonna go to the doctors this time?” I ask.
“It’s just a nosebleed,”
“Yeah but you’re getting them a lot,”
“They don’t bleed long enough to be classed as a worry,”
“I know but,” he cuts me off.
“I said it’s fine,” he snaps.
“Ok,” is all I say and go back to bed.
After about ten minutes, Logan gets into bed and turns his bedside light off. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into his body. I feel him kiss up my neck as his hands move over my body. I move out of his grasp. He sighs loudly and mutters something under his breath. I get up and pick up my phone.
“Where are you going?”
“To sleep in the guest bedroom,”
“Sure you are,” he snaps. I turn and frown, knowing he can’t see me.
“What do you mean by that?” I ask.
“Nothing, you always leave in the middle of the night, and I’m not stupid, I hear Carl’s bedroom door too,”
“Are you for real right now?” He turns the bedside light back on and glares at me.
“Get back into bed then,”
“No,”
“If you’re not going to go screw my best friend, then get into bed,”
“What the hell? I go downstairs because if you haven’t noticed I’m not sleeping, or I’m having nightmares,”
“If you were having nightmares you’d wake me up,”
“You’re out like the dead most nights, and that’s if you come home,” I snap.
“Like fuck I am, you haven’t let me touch you in nearly two weeks,”
“So because we’ve not had sex, I’m having sex with someone else? Grow up Logan,” I say and sit down at the dresser as I feel myself become nauseous.
“Whatever,” he growls and gets out of bed. “Maybe you should sleep in Carls bedroom from now on,” he says and walks out of the bedroom. The slamming of the door makes me jump.
Walking into the bathroom, I dive towards the toilet as I throw up my stomach contents. Sitting back, I try to calm my stomach. I still feel like I’m about to throw up, but I don’t think there’s anything else to come up.
Slowly I get up to the sink. I give my mouth a rinse and brush my teeth again. I think this baby is going to exhaust me. Yesterday I rang my doctor just because I wasn’t sure if it was too early for morning sickness plus it wasn’t always in the morning. She explained to me that I’m on-time and that morning sickness isn’t always in the morning, it just happens more in the morning.
After about ten minutes I decide to go in search of Logan. I’ve had enough of his mood swings. It’s exhausting. So I’m going to tell him, and then I’m going to tell him he needs to sort out whatever shit he’s going through. I take the printed scan out of my side draw and put it in my dressing gown pocket.
I stop outside the living room when I hear voices.
“You need help, Logan,” I hear Lorraine say.
“I can take you to rehab now,” David states. I frown at that.
“No, what I need is for him to stay away from my girlfriend, don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” Logan accuses.
“I’m not doing anything,” I hear Carl defend. I sigh and walk into the room. “It’s you. You’re the one that’s started using again,”
“And? What does it matter? I’m not hurting anyone, you just want me out of the way,” Logan states. Lorraine looks at me and then taps David’s arm. He looks at me and sighs.
“It matters to me,” I say, getting Logan’s and Carl's attention.
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