Chapter 201

**Megan**

**A Week later**

I close my eyes as my body relaxes. Logan complains that I’m too horny. He’s the one that wakes me up with his mouth. What does he expect from me? I’m not complaining, but it sets my mood for the whole day.

Moving my hand from his hair as he comes out from under the sheet and between my legs. He smirks at me as the evidence of how much he pleasures me is on his lips. 

“Morning,” he says and kisses my neck. I let go of the headboard and move my hands over his chest. 

“Morning,” I say, and my voice comes out croaky. I clear my throat and repeat myself. “It’s like you want me horny all day,” I say between breaths. 

“That suits me,” he replies as he rests himself between my legs, and I feel his erection against my wet core. The thin boxers he’s wearing are the only barrier. “I read somewhere that sex is good during pregnancy,” 

“In the last weeks of the third trimester, I read the same article,” I say to him with a laugh. 

“Still,” he says and presses his lips to mine. 

Someone knocks on our bedroom door. It would seem he’s choosing to ignore it as he doesn’t pull away from me, he kisses me harder. The person knocks again. I pull away, he kisses down my neck and rubs his erection against my core. 

“Logan, the door,” I moan. 

“Ignore it, I am,” he tells me. I smirk and shake my head. 

The door opens, and Max comes running in to then jump on the bed. 

“Come down for breakfast,” Lorraine says. I cover myself as my face goes red. Logan lays down next to me.

“I’ve had breakfast,” Logan says. I elbow him hard in the ribs and glare at him. Lorraine rolls her eyes and walks away, leaving my bedroom door wide open. “I think I’m in trouble,” 

“I can’t believe you just said that,” I snap at him. I get out of bed and wrap my dressing gown around me. 

“It was a joke,” he says.

“I don’t care, that was embarrassing,” I walk into the bathroom and slam the door behind me. 

I hear him groan in frustration. Turning the shower on, I use the toilet while the water heats up. 

After a few minutes of being in the shower, I hear the bathroom door open. I look at Logan and watch him walk into the shower. He moves his arms around me before whispering a sorry in my ear. I smile a little and pull him under the hot water with me. 

“Me too, I’m snappy,” I say to him as I move my hands through his hair, so it gets wet. 

“I shouldn’t have said that to Lorraine,” 

“Yeah, I probably wouldn’t have been bothered if it was Carl,” I agree. His hands move up my back. Sighing I hug him as hard as I can. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I had a nightmare last night,” 

“I didn’t hear you wake up,” 

“I know, it wasn’t the same as my usual ones,” I clarify and wipe the tear from my cheek not that he can tell I’m crying. “I managed to get back to sleep afterwards,” 

“What was it about,” 

“It doesn’t matter,” I say and turn away from him. 

“It does if it’s upset you,” 

“They all upset me, Logan,” I pause as I reach for the loofah, “are you going to take your boxers off at some point?” I ask. 

“If I take them off we won’t leave this shower,” 

“Oh, why? Are you going to hold me hostage in the shower?” I ask knowing what he’s insinuating. 

“Tell me about your nightmare, and I’ll think about letting you go,” he says as he presses his front to my back. His arms wrap around my ribs as his hardness presses against my butt. I look up at him to see him looking right at me.  

“Ok,” I say and turn in his arms to start washing his front. “I was walking in the woods, and there was this baby basket, and I knew that it was ours, I didn’t see the baby, I could just hear it making little noises. I kept walking towards it, but I wasn’t reaching it, and then out of nowhere, Jonathon walked up to the basket and,” I feel myself start to get upset. His hands move up to my neck. He makes me look at him.

“It’s ok,” he reassures. 

“I couldn’t do anything, he just looked at me and killed it, and I did nothing, I woke up crying and with this feeling of ultimate failure,” 

“Why didn’t you wake me?” 

“I didn’t want to, you went to bed late because of the meeting you had with England, and it wasn’t like you didn’t comfort me,” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well when I turned to you, you held me, that was enough to get me back to sleep,” I say with a small smile. “It was like you knew I wasn’t ok,” I add and press my lips to his. He kisses me back. 

“We should shower,” he says and takes the loofah from me. “Otherwise we won’t ever get breakfast,” he adds as he puts soap of the loofah. 

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**Two days later**

**Logan**

The stage lights dim as Megan makes her way to the piano in a long summer dress. The concert Carl had put together has been pretty good. I didn’t realise so many students wanted to do it, and so many people have come. He told me they sold the tickets for 10 dollars and could donate as the evening went on. Some students did comedy and dance routines; some acted out a scene from their favourite play. Some played instruments, and others sang. Even the teachers got involved, turns out the history teacher is funny. 

Carl pushes me onto the stage. I roll my eyes at him as I get to the guitar. He’s had me playing for a few singers, and I can say my hand hurts. I complained to him, and he gave me a smart-ass sexual comment back. How he got a job at a school, I have no idea.

Megan will sing three songs like the rest of the singers, and I even had to sing that many. I wanted to kill Carl when he told me as I only agreed to one. This song was surprising because it’s by a heavy metal band and I didn’t know she knew who they were. I feel Melanie may have played a part in her knowing this band. 

The Song: Fighter by In this Moment

“Hey everyone,” she says to the mic but doesn’t look at every one. I notice her wipe her hands on her dress before she places her hands on the piano. She gets so nervous; I know why, but she doesn’t need to be. She’s fantastic; she says I’m biased. Earlier she played for one of the girls, but I think because none of the attention was on her. 

The spotlight descends on only her, and I hear her friends cheer for her. She shakes her head a little as her cheeks go a little pink. 

Slowly she starts to play the piano. I watch her as she sings and it’s mesmerising. I almost miss my cue to start playing. If it weren’t for the spotlight on me and the others, I would have. She hits every single high note perfectly. The emotion in her voice tells me this song means something to her, that she resonates with it. 

As the song dies down and I stop playing, I look at her to see the tears in her eyes. 

Megan leans back a little as she wipes her cheeks and looks towards the audience. They cheer, and she smiles a little. The fact is she’s a terrific singer. The others that sang were good but not as good in my eyes. Carl didn’t want one of the students to sing at all, but they wouldn’t listen. The reaction from the crowd was as expected.

I watch as Megan gets up, she glances at me and gives me a small smile. I place the guitar back on the stand and make my way to the piano. 

“You ok?” I ask, and I nearly touch her arm as I say it. 

“Was that ok?” she whispers to me. 

“Amazing,” I say, and she just rolls her eyes at me. 

“You always say that,” 

“It’s only the truth,” I say as I sit down at the piano.

“I wonder,” she says and walks towards the standing mic. 

This song is a piano version of Elastic Heart by Sia and by god does she belt this one out. I feel the emotion in her words as she sings. When she reaches the high notes, she makes it look so effortless. I glance at the crowd to see some of the girls singing along, but all eyes are on her. Sometimes I wonder if she has ever wanted to pursue performing as a career. Coupled with gymnastic skills, she could be a great performer. 

The next song she sings is by Amy Lee - Good Enough.

“My mother loved this song, we would sing it all the time together,” she says into the mic before starting the piano. “I never truly knew what it meant until maybe a couple of weeks ago,” 

I watch from the sideline as she starts to play the piano and one of the other girls in her music class who plays the cello play. This song is slower than the rest; it’s a song I’ve heard her play a couple of times at home, she doesn’t always sing along she usually just plays the piano version.

“Under your spell again, I can't say no to you” she softly sings.

I watch as she captures the audience once more with her voice and emotion. Sometimes when she sings a particular song, I notice she goes into her own world. As she forgets, there are people with her or watching her, which is happening right now. She doesn’t look to the audience or anyone, in particular. To Megan, it’s just her and the piano on the stage right now, and it’s beautiful.