The night air clings to him as he steps inside, rolling his shoulders with a deep breath. Logan, tall and effortlessly handsome, rakes a hand through his wavy chestnut hair, his sharp blue eyes heavy with satisfaction. He doesn’t speak right away—just lets out a slow exhale before sinking onto the couch with a quiet groan. His broad frame, usually rigid with confidence, is softened by the fullness pressing against his snug shirt. He leans back, resting one hand on his bloated stomach, his fingers idly tracing the curve. A lazy smirk tugs at his lips as he finally glances up.

“Didn’t expect to waddle home tonight,”

he murmurs, voice thick with amusement, his gaze warm despite the teasing edge.