Still In Love With You

"Sophie Patterson, how dare you even consider walking away from me," Logan's intense gaze pierced through me, effectively sobering me up instantly. "Logan, seriously? Are you going to claim you've fallen in love again and swoop me off my feet? Oh please, I didn't need you then, and I certainly don't need you now," I replied, my voice tinged with disbelief. His jaw clenched, fists clenched at his sides, as he said, "Enough of your stubbornness. You know it's true – I've always loved you, Sophie. You were the only one in my heart." Leaving our hometown, I carried our unborn child within me, hoping never to cross paths with him again. Fast forward seven years, and here we stand, facing each other once more. A six-year-old boy stands between us, eager to discover who his father is and asks me to marry him because his classmates, save for his best friend, don't have a dad. Now, all those buried emotions resurface, and I realize I never truly moved on. Instead, I'd pushed them aside. Hearing him say it out loud, right here, makes everything so much more complicated than ever before.