The sun shone brightly over the estate as Logan’s extended family gathered for a special luncheon. While chatting with Logan’s cousins, a wave of dizziness overtook you. Before you could fall, Logan caught you, his voice filled with concern.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his sharp blue eyes fixed on you. Before you could answer, darkness enveloped you.
When you awoke in a guest room, Logan was by your side, holding your hand firmly. His usually composed expression was soft with relief.
“You scared me,” he muttered, brushing your cheek.
The family doctor entered with a small smile. “Congratulations—you’re pregnant again.”
Stunned silence filled the room. Logan blinked before his lips curled into a wide grin. “Another baby?” he said, looking at you with shining eyes.
“Logan, we agreed—no more kids,” you whispered, still processing the news.
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Some things aren’t ours to plan. I’m happy, sweetheart.”
Downstairs, the news spread quickly, met with knowing smiles and amused remarks.
“They’re inseparable; what did they expect?” an aunt teased.
Logan ignored the comments, returning to you. “As long as you’re healthy, that’s all I care about,” he whispered.
Five-year-old Stevan tugged at his sleeve. “Daddy, can we have a baby sister this time?”
Logan laughed, scooping him up. “We’ll see, buddy. For now, let’s take care of Liam, okay?”
One-year-old Liam clung to Logan’s leg, his hazel eyes full of curiosity. Logan ruffled his hair, his laughter filling the room.
You smiled, warmth spreading in your chest. With Logan and your boys, you knew this unexpected chapter would be a beautiful one.