Page 12 of Twisted Fate

“Um, Keily, can I take you to dinner?” He asked, looking at her to avoid the glare of Rosa’s eyes.

“I, well, yes, you can.” She kept her eyes on the ground as she spoke, and he wondered whether she’d bolt if he made a move towards her. Not that she’d be bolting anywhere at the moment.

“I drove her here so if you plan on taking her out you either agree to take her home or bring her back to me.” Rosa ground out, her jaw clenched. Logan looked at her and saw the anger flaring in her eyes. He frowned because he knew he deserved it, but he didn’t like seeing it. He liked Rosa and hated that she was mad at him.

“I’ll take her home, if that’s alright with you, Keily?”

“It’s fine, let’s just, fuck, let’s just get this over with.” She turned and hugged Rosa before she turned back to him, a handbag slung over her shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Logan nodded and put his hand at her back to guide her towards his car.

“I don’t need your hand there, thank you.” She moved away from him.

“Sorry, old habit.” He replied and then rolled his eyes at his own stupid reminder of what he’d done. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She breathed in deep as she settled into the car a moment later and then adjusted the seatbelt.

“Where do you want to go?” He sat there, staring out at the street in front of him, and waited.

“It doesn’t matter, as long as it’s quiet.”

“Sure.” He started the car as he spoke and pulled out. Somewhere quiet, hmm? He drove away from the courthouse and tried to decide where to go.

“Where are we going? Are we heading to your house?” She asked suddenly, panic in her voice.

“It’s quiet, I can cook for us, and we can talk without being interrupted.”

It was a long moment before she responded, but she finally agreed. “Alright.”

“I’m glad I left your insurance alone now.” He said, to break the silence.

“Believe me, I am too.” She answered, still giving short responses, but at least she was saying something.

“How far along are you?” He asked, getting the one question he wanted to ask the most out of the way.

“A little over five months. I’m as big as a house because there are three of them, although two are bigger than the third one.” Keily’s hand came up to her rub at her stomach and Logan felt…something at the gesture. Something warm that spread out of his chest to the rest of his body.

“Do you know what they are yet?”

“They’re babies.” She laughed finally, but relented. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Two are girls, the other one we don’t know yet. That one’s down here, at the bottom, curled up and always moves when the doctor tries to see what gender it is.”

“Ah, stubborn then?”

“A little.” Keily relaxed at last and Logan felt some of his own tension easing.

He cut the engine as he pulled up at the house and got out of the car. “What would you like to eat?”

“Whatever is quickest,” Keily answered as she struggled to get out of the car. He offered to help but she brushed his hand away. “I can do it.”

That’s where the baby got its stubbornness from, at least, some of it. He knew he could be just as stubborn, he thought with a smile.

“I can do steaks and salad from a bag.”

“Sounds great.” She pulled herself up finally and they walked into the house.

He led her into the living room and then decided she knew the place; he’d let her roam as she pleased. “Make yourself at home, I’ll just go change and come right back.”

“Alright.” She agreed and turned towards the kitchen.