CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V
Logan and I decided to make dinner together. It’s been a while since I baked anything and I was itching to get into the kitchen.
It was extremely fun, especially because he kept sticking his finger into the batter for the brownies and he would always pull away before I can whack him with the spatula.
When we were done, we went to our room and he sat up against the headboard while I leaned against his chest as he fed me brownies.
“Were you able to get in touch with Aubrey?” I asked and he nodded.
“I spoke to Evan and they’ll be here tomorrow with their son.”
“He agreed to that,” I was shocked that he did, if anything, I expected Evan to put up a fight about letting their son into anther territory.
“He didn’t want to at first, believe me.” he scoffed, “But then he realized that it was for his benefit, not mine. He finally agreed on the condition that he comes with guards.”
“He’s a bit over protective; we would never hurt him or his son.”