CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO – WHO IS HE SPEAKING TO?

Logan's face lit up as he felt the movement. "Hey there, little one. You keeping your mom on her toes?" In that moment, with Logan's hand on her belly and the baby moving between them, Deonna felt a sense of peace wash over her. They still had a lot to learn about each other, and challenges to face, but she was beginning to believe that they could face them together. As if reading her thoughts, Logan leaned down and kissed her softly. "We've got this, Deonna. You, me, and this little kickboxer. Emma, my past, all of it – it's nothing compared to what we're building together." Deonna smiled, feeling truly content for the first time in days. "You're right. We've got this." As the summer sun beat down on the bustling city streets, Deonna found herself seeking refuge in the air-conditioned sanctuary of her favorite bookstore. She meandered through the aisles, one hand absently rubbing her ever-growing belly, the other trailing along the spines of countless books. It was a rare moment o