Chapter 3: A Small Bump In The Road

Logan' POV

She's at her damn work again and he sits home alone, waiting for his hardworking princess to come back. You know how they say, home is not a place, it's a feeling. Well, Logan knows what that means. Place that represents his home constantly changes because wherever he goes with his Jasmine, that's where he wants to be forever. He's afraid. Afraid that the history will repeat itself. Afraid that something might happen. The past shoved this stupid fear of future in his head and he cannot get it out. That is why he hasn't done what he should have in so long. Jasmine and his four years anniversary is in January. Four years of his life have been spent with this beautiful woman. So much time has passed with her that he can't even remember how the time was before they crossed paths. Logan didn't even want to remember. He couldn't stop thinking that the place that he calls her home, empty spot in their bed, would be left alone for good someday. He was honestly scared and the idea of her leaving him was pissing him off. If she knew what life he had lived before her, she would understand. They met after they graduated at the NYU. Logan and Jasmine have been friends for one year until he finally got the courage to lean in and kiss the woman. At the very beginning, she was giving him pain, always rejecting his feelings and saying that she isn't ready for a relationship yet. Not with him, anyway. She didn't find him as a relationship guy and he did understand her thoughts because, he was a dick to her before. When they finally got together, they struggled, long and hard. After everything, their relationship improved and here they are, cuddling each other to sleep in coldness of the winter. Winter is the warmest part of year for souls that appreciate the magic of it. Magic of gentle touch, spark of feeling skin to skin with someone who you share your heart with, beautiful illusion of having your arms wrapped around the person you love keep you warm in the coldest times. Thinking. The only thing he does when she's not around. Thinking shows us reality but over thinking brings us to madness. He's definitely insane. Logan is only an idiot who loves Jasmine so much that he can't stop protecting her, even from himself. His thoughts are becoming too much to bear up, that's why he decided to write them down on a piece of paper, meanwhile drinking a cup of coffee and waiting for her to come back to him. Still waiting.

I put down the pen next to the cup and check the time on my phone. It's 10 pm, she was supposed to be here three damned hours ago. Damned because I've spent that time calling her number but she wouldn't care to pick up or even text me some shit, that she's okay or something. Doesn't she know how worried I am? Her shift ends at six thirty and it's ten now. Ten. I tried to calm myself down by writing my thoughts on the paper but I came to the breaking point where I don't even know what my thoughts are, I can't reach them, they are blocked by the worst possibilities of what could have happened with her, my baby. I'm so damn worried and mad right now that I can't think. Coffee has already been drunk to the bottom of the cup and now I have nothing to relax me. That's it; I'm going to look for her.

I stand up and grab my coat, already going over the possibilities. She could be at work still... Or at a bar where I know she likes spending time with her friends, or she could be just walking and chilling by herself... but she would've told me if she had any plans. Jasmine always let's me know when some unexpected thing runs into her road. When I pull the boots to my feet and put on my coat, I head for the front door but it opens when I approach it. Jasmine is standing there with a smile on her face as she closes the door behind her and walks up to me.

"Hey, Logan. “She greets me with a friendly smile and I throw my coat off of me to the floor.

"What the fuck? “ I snap at her.

All of my worry is gone now that I know she's okay, only anger is still here.

Her face falls.

"Where the hell were you? “ I take off my boots and throw them aside.

"I... I was with Casey and Sam. ", she mutters and takes off her shoes and coat.

I growl at her, literally fucking growl.

"I've been worried sick! I have called you so many times, what do you use your phone for? ", I raise my voice and she flinches and follows me into our bedroom.

"My battery is dead. I'm sorry-”

"You could've reached me from Casey or Sam's phone but no, you had to leave me hanging and going over the worst options of what could have happened to your ass out there in the dark. ", I cross my arms on my chest. ”Were you really with them?"

Her face holds a frown "What? You seriously think I'd be with someone else? "

"I don't know. “My hands rise in the air and I throw myself in our bed.

"You are being a dick. I'm sorry; I've forgotten to let you know where I was. This is the first time it happens to me and yet again, here you are, assuming I was cheating on you. ", she snaps.

"I didn't say that. And really? I'm being a dick here? You don't know how fucking worried I was, it's been three hours, Jas. Three damn hours... ", I whisper the last sentence and put my hand over my face.

She stays quiet.

"I'm sor-”

"Don't say you're sorry, please. Just keep quiet and let me be for a while. ", I say harshly as I stare into the black of my closed eyelids.

Dark calms me down.