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“Stop it.” My ears feel hot at his compliments.

I feel like I’m gaining all of it in my butt and hips, and since I’ve always been pretty trim, it’s been an adjustment.

“You do. Curves look good on you, princess.”

“Meredith.”

“Ah, yes. No pet names at the office.”

Or anywhere.

I should say it, but I don’t, because hearing him call me princess makes me weak in the knees.

“Your appointment with the ob-gyn is soon, right?"

“Next week.”

“I have a reminder in my phone. I’ll pick you up from your place?”

“My mother shouldn’t be back yet, so that’s fine.”

“How long is she going to be gone?” He steps closer to me, and I back up, bracing my hands behind me on the desk.

“Couple of weeks. After that, you’vegotto stop sending things to my house.”

“I’m sorry.” He doesn’t sound sorry, and the smirk on his face tells me he’s really not. “I just want you and the baby to be happy and healthy.”

“Then maybe you should gift me some celery sticks instead of sugar.”

“Well, that’s no fun.”

I can feel his breath on my skin, he’s standing so close.

“Logan…” I’m not sure what I’m going to say.

“Meredith,” he breathes.

I have to get away from him. I walk around my desk and sit behind it, and Logan looks down at me, his eyes half-lidded and disappointed.

“My feet hurt,” I say in way of explanation. “Need a foot rub.”

“Then I’ll come over. Tonight.”

I gape at him. “I didn’t mean?—”

“I’m offering.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I do.” He leans over my desk, putting his hands on it. “I’m the father, aren't I? I want you to be comfortable.”

I don’t know how comfortable I'll be with Logan in my mother’s house, his hands on my feet and legs, but he’s right, in a way. We will have to be closer to each other if we’re co-parenting.

“All right,” I say finally. “I’ll see you tonight. After work.”

“Of course.”

He stands there staring at me for a moment longer before leaving the office.