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[Polaris.]

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@Sasil @FirePolaris
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 128)][SIZE= 12px]A one night stand.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 128)][SIZE= 12px]That was all it took to change her world forever. She found out she was pregnant. She found out that he gave her a fake name, a fake business card, and a fake address. [/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 128)][SIZE= 12px]Three years later, they met again at a grocery store and never had she ever forgotten his face. Out of anger, out of frustration, or just because she hated him, a gallon of milk was thrown at his face. But as if her situation wasn't already at its worst, he turned out to be the CEO at her new workplace. She was to be his secretary. While the attraction and the chemistry never faded, she told herself, "No more one night stands. No more flimsy males." But, for some reason, he told her he's a different man. He's determined to right his wrong or whatever bullshit he's saying out loud. But let's just say she's not impressed or interested in talking to him ever again. [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 128)][SIZE= 12px]But what happens when he shows up at her place randomly at night looking more distraught and vulnerable than ever? [/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px][COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 128)]Name:[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px][COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 128)]Age:[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px][COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 128)]Gender:[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px][COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 128)]Appearance:[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px][COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 128)]Personality:[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px][COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 128)]Misc: Likes, dislikes, habits, quirks.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px][COLOR= rgb(0, 128, 128)]Biography:[/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[Polaris.]

 
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[SIZE= 48px][COLOR= rgb(255, 255, 255)] L O G A N.   J.   D E L G A D O.  [/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[COLOR= rgb(255, 255, 255)]A P P E A R A N C E.  [/COLOR]
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[SIZE= 12px]Logan stands taller than most, reaching a height of 5’11, weighing about 165 pounds. He isn’t extremely muscular or bulky but he considers himself toned and fit. Being rather pale in complexion, he prefers to stay indoors most of the time, only going outside when necessary. While the man is only twenty six years old, he has visible wrinkles near his eyes from stress and exhaustion. On bright days, his eyes are the clearest of blue resembling the morning azure sky and on more darker days, they have hints of grey specks dabbled here and there. His eyes are the most astonishing features on his face allowing his darker and longer lashes to highlight them all around. Logan wears his coffee-colored hair messy, slightly longer and gelled up or to the side. He has a long yet tall nose, much like his father. When he smiles, one can notice his high cheekbones that attenuates his facial features. On most days, one can see his five o’clock shadow lining his outer chin and jaw. His fingers are long yet soft due to being raised in a more affluent family. Logan outfits are mainly suits, being hired in his father’s company. He is rather conservative and likes to wear darker colors as oppose to brighter ones. On days he doesn’t have work, Logan opts for sweaters and jeans, favoring casual outfits that are easy to move around in.[/SIZE]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 255, 255)]P E R S O N A L I T Y.  [/COLOR]
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[SIZE= 12px]Once a tease, always a tease. While much of his immaturity has dissipated with age, Logan has never lost the spunk he had when he was younger. He’s still playful. He’s still cheeky. And he’s definitely still a smart-mouth. His cleverness is always on display and he likes being a know-it-all most of the time. Logan, however, has tone down his love for parties and is definitely more considerate of others. He has become more observant compared to his old self. However, his dominant personality has never wavered as he likes to be in control of everything. But he has definitely soften, easily more guilt-tripped and understanding than before.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]Obstinate, persistent, and almost exasperating at times, Logan is never an easy person to say no to and especially to argue with. He is nitpicks on words and likes to have the upper hand with practically everything. He isn’t afraid to resort to bribery, blackmail, or even coercion. Don’t let his easygoing personality fool you, he can be manipulative and calculative when he wants to be. His smile is only there for guards to be dropped which makes it easier for him to swoop in and take claim.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]Still a self-righteous person, Logan tends to believe he’s in the right with many things. Arguing with him is like arguing with a wall, you just can't win and at times, you want to bash it with a hammer. It’s hard for the man to feel apologetic but at the same time, he’s never afraid to admit his fault if his views are changed. Logan has a heart to always do what is right as he was taught by his grandfather to be a generous and kind person. This is a double-edge sword for him since he often struggles with being humble yet not allowing others take advantage of him. He's also the type to voice his opinions and feelings in a direct manner easily causing problems with those who don't appreciate the coarse words. [/SIZE]

[COLOR= rgb(255, 255, 255)]M I S C.  [/COLOR]
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[SIZE= 12px]Likes:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Animals[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Raindrops[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Sleeping[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Coffee[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Astronomy[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Cooking[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Promises[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Commitment[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Turtles[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Makes people sign agreements on papers or even napkins whenever they make a deal with him.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Likes to point out mistakes.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Interlocks his hands whenever he's nervous or in deep thoughts. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Taps either his foot or fingers whenever he's anxious or impatient.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]Habits:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Coffee every morning.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Habitually late to everything.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]xx. Checks his watch every so often.[/SIZE]
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[COLOR= rgb(255, 255, 255)]B A C K G R O U N D.  [/COLOR]
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[SIZE= 12px]Logan Jason Delgado was born in Delaware on September 30th. His mother passed away when he was young, leaving his father to raise him all on his own. He grew up in a loving family with his grandfather taking care of him as his father had a company to run. Logan learned all the etiquette of being a gentleman but a vicious businessman at the same time. He went to a private school for most of his life and most of his friends are in the elite social group. Being pampered and sheltered his whole life, Logan did whatever he wanted without any repercussions as long as his grades were top-notched. He was infamous as the guy people would go to for fun. He threw the wildest parties. He had the craziest friends. He was living it up, drinking and having one night stands. Tipsy one night stands. It was during his time studying in Columbia Business school, at the age of 23, that he did something he truly regretted. His friends goaded him onto drinking more than usual and that one night, he drank a little bit too much. Logan barely remembered the events that led him up to what's about to happen. The female, who was at the wrong place and the wrong time, was invited onto his bed and they shared a night together. He didn't know who she was and the next morning, he panicked realizing he didn't wear a condom that night. Logan left before she woke up and only leaving fake identifications so it wouldn't be traced back to him. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]He never told anyone the story as he often joked with his friends that he woke up with no one by his side. He passed out and that was that. Logan went back to the usual business, finishing up business school at the age of 26 and taking a high consulting position at his father's electrical company. However, that guilt still eats away at him making it harder for him to sleep at night or be at peace with himself. While he did try to find her again, wanting to apologize, he never got her name and could vaguely remember her face. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 10px]"  S o m e   t h i n g s   a r e   w o r t h   f i g h t i n g   f o r  .  Y o u  a r e   w o r t h   f i g h t i n g  f o r . "[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 48px][COLOR= rgb(255, 255, 255)] B E N J A M I N.     W A L S H.  [/COLOR][/SIZE]
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[Sasil]

 Elizabeth Walsh​

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Liz was graced with a slender face, large eyes grey blue eyes like her mothers and a smile that seemed to cause a many of people to turn her way. She works hard on her figure, eating only when she needs to and trying to keep her caffeine addiction under control. If she was honest, this was not going well. A hint of freckles can be seen on the bridge of her nose that trail lightly high on her cheek bones. Normally these freckles can only be spotted from very close up, or hidden under make up all together. ​

Liz normally wears clothes that she can pick in a hurry. Being a single mom she hardly has the time she wishes to have to keep herself in check. While she finds time to put her face on and get out the door to her schooling and appointments, her clothes are on the most part sweaters, leggings and the odd hat to cover up her hair. While she sometimes has time to go out on the ‘town’ she does her best to put that life behind her. One night stands are not going to happen and dating was placed on the back burner so she could focus on what really matters to her. Ben.​

Personality​

Having to fend for herself and helping with her mother in the shop, Liz became a very reliable person from a young person. She works hard at almost everything she sets her mind to and likes to keep true to her word. While she can be a bit of perfectionist she has grown up and is trying to let the little things slide more. When raising a child you have to be more laid back and that is exactly what Liz is trying her best to do.​

But that being said, Liz has a bit of a temper most of the time it comes off as a snarky remark or a sarcastic quip thrown behind some ones back. When arguing for something that Liz really believes in, even if she might be wrong she won’t back down. She did that enough in her younger days; no more. ​

Also, just because she has a child don’t think she won’t swear at you. When it comes down to it Liz will cover up Ben’s ears and tell her how she really feels. Though she really is trying to change that and can be found saying some pretty interesting phrases instead of the normal f-bombs.​

Misc​

Likes​

-Flowers of all kinds, she is happiest around flowers. It reminds her of simpler days.
-animals; has a pet corgi named Dewey (she dresses him up like characters to make Ben happy)
-Coffee; all the coffe in all cups and strengths
-Art
-Snow​

Dislikes
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-The heat
-New York
-Most men
-Dirty clothing left on the floor for more than a day​

Quirks​

-Plays with hair sometimes chews it or her fingers
-Has a habit of zoning out when deep in thought, normally on people ending up just staring at people
-When bored doodles on paper, drawing flowers and cactus; sometimes the odd bad drawing of a dog​

Habits​

-Forgetting to treat herself and just do everything for her son; normal mom stuff
-Makes lists of everything she needs to get done in the next day or next few days
-Coffee in the morning and afternoon.​

Biography​

Liz grew up in the big city where everything and anything can happen. New York City; the place where people go to make dreams come true, the city that has everything one would ever need at any time of the day. Need a pizza at 3am because you ran out thanks to friends over stuffing their faces on the first one? We got you covered.
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While Liz loved growing up with her father she hardly saw him most of the time thanks to work, trying to feed a family was hard when things just always seemed to go wrong for the small family.
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That being said, Liz always helped out wherever she could, and when she wasn’t at school she quickly got a knack for helping her mother in the flower shop she helped run with a cranky old lady that they rented from. Liz loved helping in the shop, arranging the flowers; the scents that filled the room—it was the best part of the day.
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That ended when her father was tragically killed in a car accident though. With his death so sudden, life got even harder for the two women. The women they rented from luckily had a little more heart and allowed them to stay till Liz was finished high school. Once that ended the two went on and started to look for work elsewhere.
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Her mother was devastated but the death of her husband and slowly Liz lost her. She was pushed into a dark pit of depression one that even though Liz tried her hardest to help get her to rise out of she failed. A year to the date her father died, Liz lost her mother and she never felt more alone in her life.
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That was the day she needed companionship more then ever before, it was the day she went looking for anything to keep the tears from starting because once they did she knew they wouldn’t stop.
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Feeling vulnerable she went to the club with some friends who tired there best to get her mind off the events that had happened in her life over a course of a year. Thanks to a few too many drinks, egging on from less tipsy friends Liz ended up with a guy who seemed to understand her.
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Or so she thought. The morning rolled around and he was gone, feeling dirty lost and cheap she went on with her life only to find out weeks later; she was pregnant.
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After weeks of trying to find the daddy of the baby, to no avail thanks to the man using a fake name and address, Liz went on to keep the child. Three years later, going to school to get a few degrees now she finally landed herself a job that can finally help her with taking better care of her son Benjamin.
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[Polaris.]

A breath of fresh air, that’s what he told himself he needed when Logan stepped inside the grocery market. This was the first in possibly years that he actually went into the market. New York was a beautiful place. Sure all their prices, especially Starbucks, was jack up but he enjoyed it here, even after living here all his life. He grabbed a basket on his way in and contemplated on what he wanted to eat. Logan steered clear of the poultry section, he didn’t cook nor did he like cooking. Maybe frozen food was the way to go. Wearing his long navy black peacoat, his black slacks, and his loafers, Logan definitely felt out of place. He didn’t look like he was the type to go shopping and hell, he wasn’t the type to go shopping. Logan walked towards a random aisle, yes, perfect. Frozen food. He knows how to use a microwave and re-heating food. He was a master at pressing buttons, humans or machines.


Logan frowned at the random names he never heard of before. Was this safe for consumption? Maybe he should reconsider branching out from his comfort zone. The man stood tall, acted like he knew what he was doing, ignoring the random glances he got from strangers and little boys. Pulling out some frozen lasagna, Logan shook it, narrowed his eyes, and immediately put it back. It didn’t seem safe, why would anyone eat anything from a brown box? But why would they sell it if it's not edible? Logan hesitantly pulled it out again, scrutinizing it intensive but he decided to put it back. He would just do take out after all. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a little boy bumped against his leg.


“Was you doing mister? You lost?” he asked, his blue little eyes looked innocently back at the cold steely blue ones.


“Me?" he frowned, "No, I'm not lost. Are you lost?” Logan asked, helping the kid up as he squatted down to his eye level. Why was he having this conversation with a child? Jesus, this is the most redundant thing he has ever done and he has done some pretty repetitive tasks. “Where are your parents? Should I call child services? What’s your name?”


Apparently the kid only understood one sentence out of the many Logan shot at him. He titled his head, looking confused. “I’m Ben. I’m three!” he shouted, raising his arms up happily.


“Alright Ben,” Logan smiled back at the jubilee looking boy. “Where's your mom? Dad?"


"I'm three!" The little boy held out three fingers.


"Okay Ben. Look here buddy, let's go find your parents," he dropped his empty basket, kicked it to a corner as he picked Ben up. "Scream whenever you see them, okay?" He started heading down an aisle, heading up and down different aisles aimlessly waiting for Ben to signal for anyone. But the boy just pointed at the snacks section.


"Candy!"


Being the doting person whenever he sees a smaller child, he grabbed a candy cane and peeled off the wrapper. Giving it to the boy even though he wasn't suppose to, he handed it to Ben but shushed him before he could attract any attention. "We'll pay for this later," he told the little boy as if he understood what was happening.


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[Sasil]

Elizabeth Welsh: worn out mom of the century; had done the number one thing you don’t do when you have a child.


Loose them in the grocery store.


 She wished she could say this was one of the first times doing said thing but Ben liked to wander, and he trusted people far too easily. Well, she would slowly get that thought of his head as he grew up especially with the way she trusted people.


She didn’t.


“Benjamin! Where did you go? This isn’t funny.” Liz spoke franticly looking down the cereal aisle, the last place she had seen the little brown haired boy run off too. It had been a very long day, a productive day earning herself a new job that could actually benefit her little family, but a long day nonetheless. The fear of starting a job at a new place always lingered in the back of her mind but that fear had now been replaced with the sudden loss of her child. That kind of fear was much more powerful than anything some new boss could throw her way.


At least that was what Liz was going to tell herself as of that moment.


Rushing threw the aisle, Liz tried her hardest to ignore the judging looks that she was earning from the strangers shopping. Being a young mom, barely 24, turned a lot of heads that was for sure but Liz tried her best to ignore people like that. They didn’t know her, how could they judge her for a mistake that was made so long ago that even considering it was human nature to seek safety and comfort from one another—well ended up with her having a baby. No matter! That was beside the point and to hell with all their old people faces.


‘Candy!’


That was no mistaking it, that was Liz’s little boy. Turning a one eighty Liz rushed back up the aisle and hurried to the next one, the candy one. With a jug of milk in hand, ready to get going back home for her to make dinner and hear about her little boys day she turned the corner to see a gentlemen carrying Ben in his arms.  


“Ben! How many times have I told you not to run off like that?” Liz spoke ignoring the man for a moment just checking to make sure that her little boy wasn’t hurt in any shape or form. He was in for a world of trouble, but she was just glad no one took him. It was, after all, New York City.


“Mommy!” Ben squeaked flailing his arms before nearly falling out of the man’s arms and jumping into Li’s. She almost wasn’t able to catch him, but luckily she could think fast.


“Thank you for finding Ben for me…The little rascal likes to run off…” Liz spoke swallowing hard before finally getting a good look at Ben’s rescuer. The first thing to pop out at her was his eyes—blue, crystal blue that seemed to stare deeply into anything that caught there attention. His face, that smile it all almost seemed rather familiar. Tilting her head she looked back to Ben. “You probably don’t even want to come home, not with the candy your rescuer has given you before dinner.” She spoke frowning a little seeing the candy in Ben’s hot little hand. “Probably didn’t even miss me.” Liz let out a small laugh knowing that was only partly true.

 

[Polaris.]

It was easy to see how simple it was to please one little man. Candy was all it took to shush him the boy as he shoved the candy cane into his mouth. He was too busy to be screaming for his mother which was a little bit worrying. Logan wasn’t sure where his mom or dad was so he walked aimlessly once more up the aisle until he heard a woman’s voice coming behind him. Her utter panic face and desperate voice signified that Ben was indeed her son or nephew or someone she was in charge with, he had no idea. He turned around with a smile, feeling like he won the lottery for finding a little boy’s caretaker. “Look bud, look who I found?” he cooed but the boy blatantly ignored him now that the woman was in sight. He called out for his mom, forgetting all about the candy and the bribery, and flung himself in her arms.


“HOLY MOTHER OF-“ Logan almost lunged himself at Liz to catch the boy who fell out of his arms but his mother was quicker, thus Benjamin landed happily in her arms with his candy, safe. This little weasel! Logan could have slammed them both onto the ground and flatten the kid like a sandwich. He shook his head with a laugh before ruffling Ben’s hair with affection.


“Stay away from strangers. Repeat after me. STRANGER DANGER.”


Ben pulled the candy cane from his mouth and lifted his small pudgy arms once more, using the candy cane as if it’s a weapon. He pointed it at Logan with a bright cheeky grin. “STRANGER DANGER!” he repeated. Ben immediately put his candy back into his mouth and proceeded to ignore what was happening around him, focusing on the candy cane.


“That’s it,” Logan grinned and looked the woman. She looked rather young to be a mother but he didn’t judge her. He made even dumber mistakes when he was young. “No problem, he ran into me. He’s a cute little bugger,” Logan answered. It was then when he looked at the female. There was some familiarity about her. She looked like someone he knew but he couldn’t point his finger. But he snapped out of it the moment she mentioned about the candy. Yikes, he hoped he didn’t spoil the kid’s appetite. Maybe he should have bought him a bag of chips instead. Actually, he didn’t buy the candy yet.


Logan pulled wallet from his pocket and took out a twenty dollars bill from his wallet. He handed it to her without thinking much about it. “This is for the candy,” he said, putting his wallet away. “And I’m sure he misses you,” Logan said softly without hesitation. He bend his knees a little, getting his face to the same eye level as the female and the boy. His eyes gazed into those small circular blue gems. For some reason, they looked just like his. “He called for his mom right away. Didn't you, you little weasel? Almost got yourself killed in the process.”

 

[Sasil]

For a guy that didn’t seem to know the first thing about being a father or caretaker of any kind, Liz was a little take back by how good Ben seemed to be around him or how the guy delt with things. Course he seemed to be an utter doofus and she was glad he wasn’t someone who seemed to have wanted to steal her child—but she was glad out of all the people that Ben had to run to it was this man. If it had been one of the older women giving her the evil eye for losing her child she would have had to have deal with not just getting Ben back from them but also the nagging about how irresponsible she was as a parent.


That kind of thing could become very old.


Shifting Ben in her arms so that he was placed on her hip and could be held relatively well with one hand while the other held onto her jug of milk she gave him smirk. “Yeah, just glad he got a little bit of me in him and not all of his ass of a dad.” Liz admitted not feeling the slightest of remorse for putting Ben’s father down. He was an ass, he left didn’t even try and find her so why wasn’t it a big deal that she wanted to bad mouth him? Wasn’t like he would probably ever want to get to know the man.


A small part of her hoped he had died but that was only when things were going bad, and as of that moment things were going relatively well.


“Oh thanks, this is way to much.” She frowned looking to the money he handed her, the smile that appeared on his face and genuine caring for the child was nice to see. But all made her gut turn, something so familiar appeared from this man.


Then, he said it.


‘And I’m sure he misses you.’


It clicked, in that instant the memory of the night that her life was at its lowest got even worst was brought back. The man who used her, said nothing and left without even explaining himself—this was the man. Those eyes, that crooked smile. It was all familiar.


“You motherfucker! I can’t believe this!” Liz was unable to hold in her anger towards this man, she kne it was him. All signs pointed to it and in that uncontrollable anger Liz both swore and did something both embarrassing and slightly impressive.


She threw the milk jug she had been hold at his head allowing the sweet white liquid to spew forward all over his fancy coat and fancy hairstyle. People stared but she didn’t care. Ben was just quiet unsure what to make of his own father.


After what happened Liz stormed out of the grocery store, throwing the twenty dollar bill to pay for what she had done one of the cashiers and out of the streets.


She was both embarrassed but slightly proud of herself.


“Mommy okay…” Ben asked offering her a lick of his candy cane. Giving him a small smile she sighed putting him on the ground and holding his hand tightly. All she could see know was that man in her little boy, he took almost nothing after her in looks, but he had a god heart.


“Mommy is just a little frustrated. I’m sorry for being so upset. Never do anything like that okay? Use your words and you can get threw problems a lot better.” She spoke using the sleeve of her shirt to wip the bit of milk off his face.

 

[Polaris.]

Logan wasn’t sure what to expect, maybe a thank you and then she’ll go on her merry way. Whatever he thought she was going to do, he definitely didn’t get it. Instead, a nasty gallon of milk, he wasn’t even sure if it was organic, was flung his way. He didn’t even see her uncap it! “SON OF A GUN! What the fuck!” He took a step back, immediately brushing the hair out of hair out of instinct. His hands were now wet and dripping with milk. The stickiness of it all made him wanted to cringe. This was fucking disgusting and his clothes were damaged. It got all over his face and some of it manage to creep into his eyes. God fucking dang it, it hurts like hell. Using the clean part of his jacket, he managed to wipe off the milk from his eyes. Out of raging anger, he kicked the innocent harmless milk right across the aisle leaving a bigger mess for anyone who was to clean it.


He made his way over to the bathroom, not bothering to run after her since she was already out of sight by the time he recollected. He washed the milk out of hair, out of his face, and hands. He slammed both of his hands against the sink as he glared at the water running down the hole. “I’m going to fucking find you.” It was a hiss of words. He didn’t know what her problem was and it was irritating him that he took the brunt of it. All he wanted for today was to get a breath of fresh air and fuck, he got a lot more air than he hoped for. He was never going grocery shopping again. Once his anger subsided, Logan took a deep breath. He had to be an adult about this and not get revenge. Maybe she had a shitty day and thought he was someone else. But no matter how shitty her day was, she has successfully made his day the shittiest. A sigh of vexation was release as he walked over to his aisle. He called someone over, apologized for the mess, and gave him a hundred dollars bill. “A strange female had a tantrum and I wanted to let you know that there’s milk all over the floor. Here’s to help with any damages that was done.”


The manager was over, thanked him and Logan nodded, “My pleasure.” He was too bitter to stay here any longer. God he couldn’t wait to get back to work and out of this hell hole.

The Next Day
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Logan left his damaged coat for dry cleaning and now he was wearing the posh black suit, he always wore without fail during work. His navy blue tie was perfectly fitted and he was sitting on the black leather chair, being on the highest floor: 20th. His long personal table had a black plack with his name on it. His loafers were new as he decided to put those to be dry cleaned as well. If he was younger, Logan would have cursed the woman and her son but now, he decided to let things go. He was angry, sure. Pissed? Fuck yeah. If he saw her again, he would have to really take heavy breaths to not want to shove her against the wall. But Logan didn't do that anymore, at least that's what he thinks. His hair was slicked back, he awaited for his secretary to join him.


They had a lot of tasks that needed to get done and if she wasn't up here in the next ten minutes, she was going to be fired on the spot. While he was habitually late, he expected everyone to be on time, at least on the very first meeting. Logan leaned back against the cushioned leather chair. Beside him was a cup of coffee he couldn't do without, especially in the morning. He wrapped his fingers around it, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the new secretary. He didn't look at her file yet, wanting to judge her for himself before reading all the facts about her.

 

[Sasil]

It took longer for Liz to get her act together the next morning. Without her milk she was unable to get the cereal for Ben to have his breakfast so she had to resort to him having a chocolate muffin before she could even think about bringing him to the Day Care he would be spending his day at. It wasn’t to big a struggle considering how much the child loved chocolate, but it bothered her for the reason it wasn’t the most healthiest for his growing body.


No matter, she would make it up to him by making him something great to eat that night so all would be well she hoped.


Course, she also wasn’t able to have her coffee. No milk, no cream—nothing for her coffee. While she could have just bought one from one of the many Starbucks the two of them walked by on their way to the daycare she thought better of it considering she could not afford such a coffee. No matter how great it would have tasted.


“Mommy you have a good day.” Ben spoke up looking up from the doorframe he stood under. You could hear kids inside playing and enjoying themselves inside.


“You have a good day too. I’ll be here around four to pick you up.” Leaning over she kissed him on the forehead. After the kiss he laughed and rushed off to met the few friends he had in the class. Watching him leave Liz was tempted to just to stay and say to hell with her job, but the moment her phones alarm went off she realized she was running behind on her first day.


Shit. Turning quickly in the new heels she had gotten she started to walk down the busy street, avoiding as many people as she could, doing her best to not get trampled on by the other people who were just as late as she was before she made it to the building she would be spending the next few hours at.


Mentally preparing herself she started inside. After feeling lost for about five minutes she finally got the recpetionists pity and she told her were she was to be. The look of worry on the womens face had her wondering if she was later then she first anticipated but thanks to her rushing she was going to be ontime. Just had to get on the elevator, go to the 20th floor and meet her new boss.


Taking a breath she made it onto the small space of terror. While riding it she thought back to last night. She had still been fuming about who she ran into, the fact she had found the father to her child without even trying and him not even recognizing her? Well, just proved to her how much of a complete asshole he was.


Nope, better to stay clear of that thought though. She had a boss to impress, and while she hadn’t the money she bought a new skirt and blouse for the job, got her hair done a few days ago and had been practicing walking in heels just to impress him or her.


No way was she going to make a bad first impression.


At the ding to her floor, Liz took a deep breath and stepped out hesitating only a moment before knocking on the door and letting herself in.


“Hello, I’m Elizabeth Walsh your new—“ In that instant she cut herself off seeing who was sitting in the chair at the desk staring at her just as surprised as she was. “—Secretary…Oh no.”


It was the man from the grocery store.

 

[Polaris.]

He managed to finish his coffee in the next ten minutes as he waited for his new secretary. Coffee relaxes him so by the time the knock on the door came around, Logan was smiling, wanting to ease this transition. He was fair with his employees. As long as they get their work done, their breaks can be as long as they wanted. But they had to produce results. Good results and not shitty ones. This gave his employees the drive to do well and be productive in order to go home earlier or have a longer lunch. He considered himself laid-back yet strict enough. He decided to be friendly to his new secretary. He needed her complete trust and he needed to trust her completely. This always start with a good friendship and Logan had their whole meeting planned in his head. He was going to introduce her to her new tasks, let her know the rules of the company, and buy her coffee to show his appreciation for her work. Well, he was about to be proven deadly wrong.

“Come in.”
​

He could hear the clicking sound of her heels against the marble floor. The moment her head peeked in the door, he knew. His eyes widen slightly but that was all the indication of surprise on his features. That ash blonde hair, those grey steel eyes, he could recognize that voice from anywhere. Well, looks like Logan didn’t have to search too far for the woman who threw milk at him yesterday. This is why his grandpa always told him to be on guard. People are unpredictable, one moment they have your back and the next, they stab you in the back. His eyes narrowed as he cleared his voice.


“Elizabeth Walsh, is it?” His sudden smile was sinister. If looks could kill, the glare Logan gave her would have shot her down right away. His suit, the sharpness of his words, everything was on point, making him seem more dominating and menacing than usual. He adjusted his tie as he stood up, walking towards her like a predator circling its prey. He examined her, she looked sane so what was with that outburst from last night? He could fire her on the spot but the time it takes to find a secretary took forever. It was time Logan didn’t want to waste again. Her credentials were enough for them to hire her but his initial impression of her was just appalling. She didn't seem to have one ounce of rationality.


“Oh no is right. My name is Logan Delgado and I’m your employer,” he said coldly. “Now that we have introductions out of the way.”


He quickly rounded in on her, quickly changing how they were both positioned. He thrived under situations where he had complete control. Her back was now against the wall with one of his hand resting on the wall. His eyes gazed directly into hers, obviously not happy with what happen last night.


“Now Miss Walsh, you’re going to tell me what the fuck last night was about or else you’re going to be out of a job. I will file an assault complaint against you for last night. And bear in mind, I do not kid around. Don't. Try. Me,” he gritted out those words one by one. His tone and eyes were devoid of emotions. No longer was there the grinning male from last night. His voice was no longer softspoken, this was the other side of him during a business transaction. And this is definitely business. If he wanted answers, Logan will always get them.


Always.

 

[Sasil]

Why had the universe decided that her new start, the way of actually moving up in her adult life, would end up with a boss she had just thrown a large jug of milk in his face the night before. Not to mention was the baby daddy to the son she had been raising all by herself. The man who had used her, whispered sweet nothings, made her feel safe for but a night—Now was glaring her down and enjoying every moment of it.


This wasn’t the man from the night three years ago nor was he the ‘rescuer’ from the night before she realized just who she was, this was a pissed off businessman and he was going to get what he wanted. But even though Liz was afraid of him, feeling a gazelle being circled by a lone lion, she felt a tinge of her own anger.


Could he really not recognize her at all? They had spent a night together, he should have at least a little bit of memory to who she was. Then again, he was a male and males didn’t give a shit about anything but satisfying themselves and running off in the moment.


Taking a breath Elizabeth gripped the wall looking up to the man, whose name she finally knew after all this time, Logan and frowned. “Well, I guess I finally have a name for the guy who likes to run away. Logan Delgado, fancy name. I never thought that the party animal from three years ago was going to grow up to be even more of a fucking ass…” She paused searching his eyes for any hint of remorse but all she was getting was the glare still. “You don’t remember me do you?” Elizabeth crossed her arms over her chest licking her lips, her heart beat in her chest but she knew she was going to get fired now more than ever.


And things needed to be cleared so her mind could finally be cleared.


“Go ahead fire me. I got one job, I can get another. But that means you are putting the mother of your child on the street, and when I say that in court, we will see how well your publicity likes that.” Now she was the one staring at him with a glare that could probably rival his own, pushing past him she moved towards the door unsure she really wanted to deal with the words he was going to say.


“For the record I am sorry about the milk in your face. It was childish of me, but you have to understand; I looked for you for months but all I got was nothing. Enjoy your day, Logan Delgado, it was not a pleasure.” Turning on her heels she started towards the door.

 

[Polaris.]

The tension in the room was making it a lot hotter than it was. As frustrating as last night, the babe looked so similar to someone he used to know and it didn’t help the sudden attraction he had for her. But he doesn’t go after married women. Oh no, that was no longer who Logan was anymore. He learned his mistakes. When she started speaking, his control wavered. She was so bitter, spitting out his name like it was a curse. How did he know her from three years ago?


He looked at her hesitantly when she asked him whether he remembered her or not. The angry glare hasn’t subsided as Logan tried to process all the new information thrown at him. The moment she opened her mouth again was indeed a shock. So shocking that Logan backed away from her and stumbled backwards a few steps. He? He has a son? But he had been so careful except for that one night.

…That. One. Night.
​

He should have known, all the signs of imminent dangers were blasting off in his head. She had a kid and she acted like she knew him. He should have put two and two together. But it had been years and he gave up finding her. Logan hoped she lived a good life and while he couldn’t remember her face, he could still recall some of the stories they exchanged that night. The turmoil was shown in his eyes as he closed it and took a deep breath. She was looking for him all this time and Logan felt like it was a kick to the gut knowing that he left her all alone again when she was all alone in the beginning.


Logan did a double take on the situation. Fuck, he was absolutely losing all the grounds on this fight just because of that unexpected curveball. It also didn’t help that she apologized about the milk incident. He had no excuses for doing what he did and he offered none either. Casting his eyes downwards, Logan decided to diffuse the situation in the best way possible. He had to take responsibilities for what he had done as well. This called for more discussion between the both of them especially now that he found out he had a son.


“Wait,” he grabbed hold of her elbow, twisting her around to face him once more. “Hold on a second, we’re not done here.” He didn’t mean to be forceful or sound forceful so he tried to soften his tone. The glare was gone and remorse replaced it. “Elizabeth,” Logan said as he guided her to the black leather sofa that was against the wall across from his desk. There was a coffee table in front of it and he practically attempted to force her to sit down. Sitting on the glass coffee table, he interlocked his hands and as he leaned toward, resting his elbows on his leg.


“I tried looking for you as well. You moved out of the city,” Logan began to explain. “What I did years ago was a mistake. I admit it and I will own up to it. That was my fault, I am sorry for what I did,” he added. He wanted to sound sincere because this was a woman’s life he fucked up. “I'm sorry I wasn't there when you had Ben," for once, Logan was unsure what to say to make the situation better. "I couldn't recall your last name, I only remembered you by your first. That's probably why my search wasn't successful. What I did-," he stopped for a second, rubbing his palms together. He took a deep breath, holding his voice and mind together. He couldn't show her how shaken he was by the news. Logan maybe an asshole most of the time but he knows when it's time to reel back.


"What I did that night was shit. I panicked." Logan rubbed his face in frustration, he wasn't getting the right words out. He was still awfully fucking scared that he impregnated her and his nightmare came true. What was scarier was he missed everything and now, he felt as if he had no right to intrude in their life.


"Elizabeth, I'll do everything I can to make this right. I'll be there this time, what can I do to make this better for you?"

 

[Sasil]

Elizabeth wasn’t going to take the time to look at Logan’s face. Nope, she was just going to turn and leave the situation—there wasn’t like he was truly going to want to right his wrong, and if he suddenly did want to how could she possibly trust him? Ben didn’t deserve to know a man that hurt her so badly. And thus she kept walking, that was until he took her by the arm and stopped her from leaving the room.


His voice had turned soft, unlike what he had sounded but a few moments before. The soft touch to it had Liz looking to him trying her hardest to keep her mind under the little control she had. She wanted to cry, the emotions that swelled deep inside her had her confused and unsure what to do—especially with his sudden gentle nature appearing before her again. It was the same voice he had used to lull her into his arms, steal his first kiss and used to cast her under the spell to allow him into her bed.


This spell had given him the chance to bring her back inside of the office, where he literally forced her to take a seat while he seemed to try and gather his thoughts. While she watched him proceed to be a nervous wreck, her anger was starting to come back. It started to flow in her blood once more as he tried to apologise for what he did—giving lame excuses for not finding her.


It was just that, an excuse. With the money he must have had he could have hired someone for shits sake. He didn’t care that much, just now that he had gotten caught.


“I didn’t move out of the city until I was forced out.” Elizabeth snapped watching him closely, he seemed to be trying to find the right words to calm her, have her be wooed by his charismatic voice. It wasn’t working this time. Not entirely.


“You panicked! How do you think I felt, I find out I am pregnant with someone I knew for only a night—who left in the middle of a night like fucking batman or something—never to get a hold of me again. I went back to the bar looking for you, but no one really would give me a name.” Liz snapped leaning forward in her chair watching him before taking a deep breath, she shouldn’t have snapped.  Even if she was having a very hard time believing that he had looked, she couldn’t trust him. Who in the right mind would?


He was just as handsome as she remembered though, and his sweet words almost got her to want to trust him again, but being hurt so deeply, he would have to work hard for her trust to be earned.


He was trying to apologise, even if it was too late.


“Your apology is fine. I don’t want anything else. “ She stood up from her seat brushing her skirt off, letting a sigh fall from her lips. “And after this we will go on like we never knew each other, I’m your secretary, you are my boss. That’s it. You are too late to do anything else but pay me the money to keep your son with a roof over his head.” Liz stared at him trying to think what was going on in his head before a sudden knock at the door had both parties looking to it, Liz took a quick step back from how close she was to Logan, ending up falling back into the leather seat like some kind of klutz while the women in the doorway pushed her red glasses up on her nose.


“Mr. Delgado, I am here to remind you of your 9:15 meeting that is about to start.” The women peered at Liz with her dull green eyes, while Liz stood to her feet fixing herself up a bit feeling flustered. Did the women hear everything that the two where talking about? She hoped not. “You must be Miss. Welsh, please follow me while I go over the basics for your job as Mr. Delgado’s assistant. The two of you will have to become better acquainted later, when Mr. Delgado has more time.” After a throat clear Liz hurried forward not looking back to Logan.


While Liz wanted to ask this new face what her name was or any kind of question that would fill the silence instead she followed silently with her head down before they stopped abruptly, Liz nearly ran into the women.


“I am Mrs. Pedigree, no I am not that women from that new movie that came out, I am your head secretary if you have questions to come to me.” She informed Liz before handing her a list, a very long list.


“Mr. Delgado has made a list for the new hire that must be followed with attention to detail. While he is lenient about some time off and when your breaks are he expects that everything on the list is done before you leave every day.” She explained, Liz took a glance at the list, it looked more like a text book to her. She sighed, this was starting to feel like a bad idea.


No, she would make it through this.


‘Of course. T-Thank you.” Liz spoke.


“Mrs. Welsh, many young women wanted this job, you were chosen. Whatever you do don’t get yourself fired on the first day. Now, while Mr. Delgado is his meeting you will start to perform the few tasks I have placed on your desk. Simple ones, just to ease you into things.” Mrs. Pedigree spoke motioning for Liz to take a seat so she could show her how to properly use the computer and so forth.


The list was filled with a lot of items that seemed much like a gofers job. Like for example;


‘Make and bring Mr. Delgado coffee every hour.’


‘Only call Mr. Delgado on his private cellphone if he is half an hour late and not a minute earlier or later.’


‘At the end of each day make a list of the companies updates and a short summer of the company as well.’


While some seemed to be suiting, the coffee one seemed pretty out there, then again Elizabeth knew the horror of being addicted to coffee. At that moment a good large cup would tied over her anxiety quite nicely.


Too bad she was too afraid to ask for it.

 

[Polaris.]

He clenched his fists, feeling frustrated that he wasn’t getting through her. Logan was a well-spoken man, it was simple for him to slip back into his habits of the hook, reel, and sink concept. Well now he swore that idea should be burnt and tossed aside because look where it got him: a son. He really wanted to make amends but it seemed like she made her mind. Logan wasn’t worth it, not anymore. She was right and therefore, he made no defense on his behalf. But this problem? It was because of the both of them. Having a child is a two way partnership and he didn’t force himself on her, it was a mutual night. Was he stupid for panicking that morning? Yes, but Logan had a huge life ahead of him and he was only in his earlier twenties. Most guys would have not cared, walked out without bothering to ever try to get in contact with the girl again. It is what a one night stand was about; one night and that is it. So, he didn’t like how she spun this situation to be only his fault; as if this is completely his fault.
 
Being the guy who doesn’t like to be on the losing end of the stick, he untwines his fingers, looking at her with his arm now crossed. Logan was feeling defensive as he sat up straighter. “I admit fault to leaving you without giving you my real name but what we did that night, what happened that night was both of our fault. It takes two to have a kid. I just want to help out now that I can,” he replied firmly, trying to not revert back to the cold stoic manner from earlier. She didn’t seem to care about his presence in their life and while he understood where she was coming from, Ben was still his son.


“You don’t want me in your life, I get that. But for Ben, wouldn’t it be better for him to have a father figure? I want to be part of his life and he deserves one,” he asserted his opinion. “But whether you allow me in or not, I will provide money as needed,” Logan agreed and their conversation was then interrupted by his senior secretary, Ms. Pedigree. She reminded him about the meeting and thus successfully ended whatever bargain he had with Elizabeth. He sighed, “I’ll be there soon, thank you for the reminder.”


He watched as the two women walked out of his office and Logan was glad for his soundproof room because he did what only a normal person would do; he let out a loud yell of frustration. Logan paced back and forth in his room for a while, wondering how he was going to explain to his parents about their new grandson. His parents were extremely traditional and he would have to be married first before having children but that idea has now officially been tossed in the bin, Logan felt that his hands were tied. What was he to do?


Checking his watch, he decided to think about this later and get the job done. All the earlier irritation was replaced by apathetic facial features and a cold looking man with a dominating presence. As if he owns the whole building, Logan walked out of his office and headed to the larger meeting room right across from his office. He didn't bother recognizing his secretary as he passed by her and entered the meeting room. He was good at differentiating between personal and business.

 
​

Two Hours Later
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​

After a great deal of planning, arguments, and presentations, the meeting finally concluded and it was lunch time. He was expecting the two cups of coffee on his desk and there it was. He collapsed on his chair, tilting his head up as it rested against the soft leather. He closed his eyes for a couple of minutes. This was going to be a long day. Grabbing his cup of coffee, he took a sip and immediately spit it back into the cup with a frown.


What the fuck? This is not fucking coffee. It was filled with creamer and sugar, this was utter shit. He drank his coffee black, did Ms. Pedigree not inform her of how he takes his coffee? He knew the senior secretary wouldn't miss a small detail and this might have been her own devious work. He sighed, swatting the coffee cup off his table and into the trash bin. He didn't even want to see the coffee cup get reused even if there wasn't anything wrong with it. Logan took a deep breath, already feeling extremely cranky without his hourly coffee. Grabbing his coat from the coat hanger, he walked out of his office. Just a couple feet in front of his door is was a booth that was her own small office. He peered over the booth, being tall enough to watch her do paperwork.


"Get up El, I'm going to teach you how to make a normal cup of coffee," he said before leaving no room for discussion. He, however, waited for her to get into the elevator and they went onto the ground floor. The coffee was an excuse for her to leave the office with him and he ignored any questions to where they were heading, he just crook his index finger for her to keep following him. After walking three blocks down from their building, he stopped in front of Golden China, a restaurant that does huge party orders.


When they were both inside the restaurant, Logan took out his wallet and pulled out his black credit card. "I'd like to order the combo three for a hundred and twenty seven people." The combo three consisted of half and half portions of fried rice and fried noodles. The meat was kung pao chicken, orange chicken, and shanghai beef with a side of fried eggplants and tofu. Each combo was in several to go boxes (for each dish is in its own plastic container) which will all be placed in large paper brown bags. Overall, it would take at least twenty trips back and forth to get everyone's meal delivered. "Don't worry about delivery," he smirked smugly as he jerked his thumb to Elizabeth. "She'll take care of it."


With that, Logan left Elizabeth at the restaurant and headed to Starbucks for the correct cup of coffee this time.


Yeah, that's right. Logan Delgado was fucking petty when he doesn't get his hourly dose of caffeine. And hopefully, next time, she'll get that through her skull.

 

[Sasil]

‘But for Ben, wouldn’t it be better for him to have a father figure?’


The comment that Logan had spoke stung Elizabeth deeper and resided in her heart a lot more then she truly wanted to admit to herself. Was he insinuating that she wasn’t good enough to be not only the mother figure but also the father figure in Ben’s life? If so, who was he to judge her parenting style considering he had been gone the whole time?


And really, throwing the whole ‘it takes two to make a baby’ speech truly irritated her even more then anything. While she could give him some bit of points for that father figure, if she had too, considering her father was a big part of her life and when he died she truly missed his influence more then anything, but the other part? They both were drunk and while she wanted him in her bed it was up to him to wear the love glove. She had birth control; it wasn’t like he was her first or anything.


Ugh, course he probably had some points there too.


The ass, thinking he was all high and mighty trying to make sure he didn’t get all the blame. Who’s life had Bens presence changed the most? From the looks of this fucking office and his fucking fancy coats she would put her money on just hers.


Smugly she started typing on her keyboard, looking to the door, wondering if Logan would enjoy his cup of coffee, o-female style. Lots of cream and lots of sugar. After all, it was the exact opposite of what he liked.


Perhaps a low blow but she felt it necessary.


Moments passed by and the moment he stepped out, without much of a word and just the weird nickname she wasn’t sure she liked or not before she followed blindly. “I can make a cup of coffee, I just spiced it up a bit.” Liz said smirking a bit. “Makes it taste better you know. Either way, we passed a coffee shop like a block ago where are you really taking me?” she asked having to pick up the pace to catch up with his long strides.


When the food place came into view a trubled feeling appeared in her stomach, she followed though listening to him before feeling her mouth drop open and look to him flabbergaspted.


“You are shitting me right? I’ll never get all this food up to all those people and still have it warm  and fresh for them to eat it.” She spat catching the smug look on his face. Clenching her fists she sighed tilting her head to the side. “Fine, have it your way. This means war though.” She hissed watching him leave turning to the man who made the orders sighed.


“With every meal you make don’t start making the meal before you see me that way I can have the other meals up into the office just in time for the workers to get them.” Liz took out her book look at some of the schedules she had of the workers. It might be possible to do it in less if she had a wagen of some kind.


“You don’t by chance have something I can pull with me do you?” the man thought a moment, unsure why he was helping her. But he did, more or less but Elzibeth still ended up making ten trips back and forth to the restaurant, a few people where upset with her but she got it done faster then she had first anticipated.


When she finally got back to her desk she had to work extra hard to get everything done on the list so she could make it in time to pick up Ben.


She was a few minutes late, which as she traveled home with the little fella, she was already planning her revenge. Make her late to pick up their son? Well, it really meant war then.


~~


The next morning at the office Elizabeth arrived much earlier than the day before. Her head was on straight, she was trying her best to get over everything that had happened the day before but was really looking forward to her revenge on the man who apparently was always late to his own company.


This was okay, it worked well in Liz’s behalf and Mrs. Pedigree seemed to not notice Liz heading into the office a little earlier then before with a cup of coffee.


Black, just like he wanted. But unlike before perhaps it was a little different. How? Well, she may or may not have added a bit of ink to it. Hopefully it was black enough for him this time.


After making sure her little prank was done she hurried back to her desk taking a seat an fixing her hair unable to stop smiling. Her eyes landed on the new picture she had gotten to set on her desk though, it was one of Ben hugging there little corgi, Dewey, it was her favourite picture. It was what was going to keep her going working for this man.


That, and pulling pranks on him.

 

[Polaris.]

Mornings happened as usual, Logan tried to get up after his first alarm but decided to lay in bed for much longer. He hated the mornings, he wished work would start at 2 P.M. and end at midnight. That would make his day, that’s for sure. After roughly half an hour, he decided to get up and wash up. Wearing his normal navy Armani suit and a black tie, Logan looked at himself in the mirror to make sure he looks professional before leaving his condo. His usual black loafers and black socks were on his feet. His hair was slicked back and the unusual five o’clock shadow lined his jawline. He was running a bit later than unexpected, forgoing his morning coffee. He just assumed Elizabeth would have it set up properly after yesterday’s incident. He did forget the fact that she told him off. Getting in his black Mercedes Benz, Logan drove to his company and parked at his designated parking spot.


He got out with a suitcase, not realizing how this morning was going to be hell in just a few moments. He took the elevator upstairs, greeting his fellow employees as he got onto the 20th floor. He smiled at Mrs. Pedigree, nodding once to acknowledge her presence. He was walking a little bit faster than usual, he needed caffeine and he could feel a headache coming from the withdrawal this morning. Before walking to his office, he stopped and turned to Elizabeth who was already there, working on her morning duties. “Good morning El, thanks for the delivery yesterday,” Logan said with a smirk, his head lifted high. He didn’t notice the sinister look in her eye as if she has something planned for him.


Logan walked into the office, turning on his desktop and grabbed the cup of coffee that was on his desk. It was pipping hot, just the way he prefers his drink. Little did he know that there was something else in it. It only took barely one sip, the coffee was still rolling down his tongue that he gagged the coffee bag out, spitting it all over his work table, immediately tossing the whole cup in the trash can next to his desk. What the fuck! What the hell is in here? Logan grabbed a bunch of kleenex tissues to wipe his mouth, groaning at the disgusting and inedible drink. His tongue was stained with black. With no coffee this morning and the messed up coffee, Logan could feel the anger boiling in his blood. He was going to fucking strangle her. He could hear his breathing rate increasing and growled with irritation.


He was going to fucking fire this fucking secretary. But then he remembered Ben, the little smiling boy and imagined him homeless. He stood up, slamming both of his fists onto his desk. Fuck, he can’t fire her. Fuck this! He plopped back down onto his chair, trying to calm himself before making any rash decision. She was being ridiculous and unprofessional. But, unfortunately, that wasn't the problem. That wasn't even on his mind. Not even a bit, not at all. All he was thinking was that no one gets the upper hand on Logan Delgado. No. Body.


He was going to up her on this. This meant war. And he was going to win.


Luckily for him, he had his own bathroom in his office. It took him twenty minutes of brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth with mouthwash before most of the stain disappeared from his mouth. Usually he would divide the work between Mrs. Pedigree and the new secretary, giving Mrs. Pedigree more work just because she's the senior secretary. But fuck that.


He walked out of his office, and gave Mrs. Pedigree a charming smile underneath the brimming rage. "Mrs. Pedigree, you can take a day off today."


"Are you sure, Mr. Delgado? There's still much work to be done. I don't think-"


"It's fine, Elizabeth will take care of it," Logan cut her off, crossing his arms with indignation. "She needs to be trained more, apparently. That's all for now. You can go home."


Mrs. Pedigree frowned, looking rather perplexed at the outcome but there was no arguing with Logan, he never let anyone win an argument. She nodded hesitantly before pushing up her red rim glasses. "I'll get going then. I'll email you the notes and directions to the paperwork I have on my desk," she told Elizabeth, wondering how the girl got on Logan's bad side so quickly. It was rare to see Logan upset as long as proper coffee was provided. But before she left, Logan called out her name. "Mrs. Pedigree, you're in charge of coffee from now on. She's not allowed to go into my office before I get into my office," Logan warned the secretary. She raised an eyebrow at the particular task and warning but nodded anyways.


When she left, Logan walked over to her desk, picking up all the paperwork that has to be done. By the time he was done, there was a large pile stacked on one of his hand. He carefully walked over before dumping it on Elizabeth's desk with a evil grin on his face.


"Looks like you won't have any break today if you want to finish this on time to pick up Ben," he said knowing that her shift for the day was at least 9 hours today. She was allowed at least an hour break but fuck that, no one messes with his drink. He adjusted his tie in front of her smugly, and turned around, walking to his usual morning meeting.

 

[Sasil]

Elizabeth was ready for another day at the office. How ready? Completely ready. While she had to work threw her lunch, almost be late (again) to pick up Ben, she got the work done for Mr.I’m-A-Child-Wh-Needs-To-Be-Taught-A-Lesson. While she knew he wasn’t going to withdraw from the little war they had going on, in a way this was almost better then anything. When she hadn’t known the man was around still she thought of a hundred horrible things to do to him to make his life a living hell, most of them involved him getting hit by a truck but messing with his coffee was just as fun. Even if he was a bit of a wuss when it came to not having his coffee.

 


After all, she knew the struggle of not having coffee—she did it more often the she wished she had to. No matter though, she would make this work. After a few more pranks, of course.

 


Had to get him back for being such an ass and having her almost late for picking up there child! Nope, she had a good one up her sleeves. If things came down to it, it would be her last then she would be able to finally move on and go on just working for the dickhead.

 


At work she placed all her things at her desk taking a moment to see if anyone was around. It seemed that Mrs. Pedigree had not arrived yet or was off doing something else for the time being.

 


Perfect.

 


Putting her plan in action, Liz went into Logans office making mocking voies when she saw any of his pictures on his desk. Instead she went to his keyboard. Now she wasn’t going to do anything to drastic, she didn’t want to get fired after all.

 


But switching a few letters around was an easy thing to do. At least for her, she had googled it on her laptop that night before going to bed.

 


It took longer then she had first anticipated but finally she was able to get the keys off and put in different places before hurrying out without being noticed. Lucky for her Mrs. Pedigree seemed to not be back yet.

 


Not two minutes past and she saw the women, her red glasses sitting utop her nose. “You seem oddly pleased for someone who keeps getting on your new boss’ nerves.” She spoke dryly.

 


“Yes well, I think perhaps it’ll get better now.” Liz spoke nodding her head and leaning back in her chair. “Did you want me to make his coffee today?”

 


“No, I have been asked to make it. I am guessing he isn’t a fan of your..coffee. Do remember Ms. Welsh that he can fire you, not sure what you have over his head but you would do well to remember that.” She spoke Liz only nodded knowing full well that was the case.

 


“I promise to be better, I..will try and do better.” She spoke tucking a silver hair behind her ear before looking over her list for the day. “I’ll get started now.”

 

[Polaris.]

For some reason, he woke up earlier than usual. It could be the fear of his coffee being contaminated but Logan decided to get dress and grab himself Starbucks before he went to work. He was wearing a gray Armani suit this time as he stepped into his office. The cup of pipping hot coffee was brewed and it looked okay. It smelled okay and he even poured it out into a napkin. The coffee stained looked normal. He took a sip as he placed his Starbucks coffee mug aside. Yes, this tasted great. This wasn’t her coffee, that’s for sure.


And then that was all that went well with this morning. He couldn’t reply to emails because every time he typed something, he noticed the error and couldn’t figure out why. It wasn’t until he looked at his keyboards that realization dawned on him. That sneaky little witch! She messed with his keyboard. Not really sure how to switch the keys back, Logan wasn’t going to spend his morning figuring that one. No, he had better evil plans to perform. He took out his keyboard and replaced it with hers with a smug look on his face. “Better try next time, Walsh.”


Their pranking didn’t stop there. It continued onto the next week and the week after that and eventually, it was hindering with both of their work. She overheard him talk about turtles with Mrs. Pedigree and placed turtles all over his floor. Annoyed, he made her write out all the emails by hand and send it individually over mail. She had to lick all the envelopes by herself. She replaced all the sugar with salt when they were having meals (which also affected the employees unfortunately). He retaliated by telling her that her new secretarial job was to also clean the bathroom on all 20th floors by hand. While hers were to get on his nerves, his pranks were to get her away from him and his office. They screwed with the ketchup, the printers, the laptops, the doors, and finally complaints started pilling in. They were too busy trying to best one another and even Mrs. Pedigree snapped, telling them to stop before it was affecting her work ethnics.


“Children! All of you! Take a break of each other, now!” It was more of a reprimand than anything and Logan was shocked he stooped this low to mess with Elizabeth. But for some reason, work was becoming more fun every day. He started going to work on time, seeing what else is new because life wasn’t so monotonous anymore. There were times he would show his kind side, buying her lunch without fail for the last two weeks although he would say that he was buying it for all his employees (in this case, he did so it wasn’t suspicious). There were times he left coffee on her table with cream and sugar just in case she liked it that way. While he wasn’t going out of his way to befriend her, they were rather civil with each other unless they were too busy pranking.


Unfortunately or fortunately (only time will tell), they decided to call a truce. That morning, he came into the office and looked around, wondering if something random was going to pop out. There wasn’t anything. Life was back on its course and he wasn’t sure if he liked it as much. The last two weeks were stressful but still enjoyable.


“Morning El,” he greeted her before handing her a cup of coffee. “I got this for Mrs. Pedigree as well. This doesn’t mean anything,” he said before backtracking. “Oh don’t look at me like that. I didn’t put anything in here. I’m serious.”


With that, Logan went into his office and did his normal every day tasks. Somewhere within him, he still wanted to meet Ben even if Elizabeth was still against him and the idea that he exists in her life. So when the day was over, he went back into his condo, wondering how he was going to fix this. Suddenly, he got a call from his mother who nagged him about his love life. "Logan, it's time you settle down."


"I don't think so mom," he answered.


"I have a really nice girl for you to meet. She's just absolutely perfect, sweetie. Just meet her once."


He really didn't have time for this. He had a son to take care of and he didn't-


Oh. Perfect.


"Mom. I have something to tell you."


"What is it, honey?"


"I have a lover."


"Really? Fabulous! Bring her over for dinner next weekend. I'd love to meet her."


And her son too, Logan hoped because it was his son. With his brilliant idea, he grabbed his coat and forgot his umbrella as he took a taxi to her place. It was thundering outside but this was a private conversation that couldn't be spoken about during work. He manage to grab her address due to having her file on his phone. He could have driven but he didn't want to bother with the traffic. Once he was there, he pulled his wet coat closer to him. It was freezing and he was officially drenched. But either ways, he found her apartment and knocked on the door.

 

[Sasil]

The pranks went on for days, then those days turned to weeks. Every day after getting home from work she would get Ben ready for bed and spend some time on the computer to come up with some kind of prank to get back at him the next day. She was never late for work, most of the time she arrived earlier then Mrs. Pedigree, which the older women was starting to become suspicious with, and soon the war just got larger and large that it was interfering with everyone’s work.

 


But even though it was such a pain in the but to try and pull off everything—she enjoyed it. Liz had been enjoying the idea that she could get on his nerves so easily, and hearing his frustrated snort from his office always had her stifling a laugh from her desk. The turtle one was her favourite, and she would have to thank her friend who had turtles that she could borrow for the prank. Getting them back to her friend had been a slightly tricking situation but she had achieved it, and Ben had enjoyed playing with the turtles when they were at the apartment.

 


Now, after two weeks of the tricks and the pranks they had called a truce. While she knew Logan was thinking that he had won, she liked to think she had achieved to get on his nerves more then he did hers. Yes, getting stuck doing the toilets was a pain in her ass, and yes using the keyboard that she had sabotaged or him had been a pain she also could change it back to normal so it had worked in her favor. His keyboard was a lot nicer than the one she had been using.

 


“Finally, a morning the two of you aren’t bitching to each other.” Mrs. Pedigree sighed from her desk looking over to Liz with a judgmental look as she recived the coffee from Logan.

 


“Oh, it was fun. No one got hurt.” Liz laughed a bit before looking to the coffee a little hesitant. She had played with his enough to know that he wouldn’t be to low to mess with it again. After checking the taste and everything she took a sip. Tasted good, well perhaps it would be okay.

 


The day went well, a lot more paper work then before and she found her mind wandering more and more to better things but she would get over it. After all, Logan wasn’t going to force his way into her home or anything. He knew how she felt about him, and he wouldn’t risk making a fuss in front of people he worked with. Not about his bastard son.

 


Nope thing were better now.

 


After work Liz got off a bit earlier and was able to walk Ben home and listen to the little boy talk about the marine life he loved to learn about. He was a smart kid that enjoyed all things sharks and killer whales. It was sweet to see him get excited about such a thing.

 


“Mommy…this is a shark..And you are riding the shark.” Ben explained leaning over the table stretching to show off his little scribbly drawing to her. She smiled reaching over her laptop to see the drawing.

 


“Very beautiful Ben, here would you like to put it on the fridge with the others?” She handed it back to him who nodded snatching it right back up and put them on the covered fridge. His drawings pretty much took up all the space for anything useful, but it was the way it had always been.

 


“Mommy! I heard a knock!” Ben cried looking to the door.

 


“There can’t be anyone here, Dewey would be bark-“

 


Just then the little corgi barked loudly heading towards the door causing Elzibeth to frown and clse her laptop. Pulling her cardigan up she looked to the door, stupid on her account she opened the door without looking through the peephole to regret it instantly. Seeing who was standing wet in a fancy coat.

 


Logen.

 


Scunching her nose she slamed the door in his face. “Fudge off Logan!” she growled looking down to ben who seemed a little worried.

 


“I’m sorry Ben, an you go to your room and feed Dewey some treats? I will be right there to help you get ready for bed.” She said quietly patting his head reassuringly.

 


“Okay! Have f-fun with the man outside! Dewey chase me!” he laughed running off towards his room. Liz groaned opening the door a crack so she could glare at him.

 


“Why the hell are you here? How’d you even get my address?” She shot at him. “I already told you that I didn’t want anything from you and you can’t even listen to that?”

 

[Polaris.]

Logan released a shuddering breath, the ice cold howling wind could be felt in his bones. The cold was almost unbearable but he just needed to wait a bit longer for her to open the door. The sound of barking, the dubious whispers, the sound of footsteps increasingly getting louder before it finally stopped. The door creaked before slowly opening as if its owner is cautious of the stranger outside. The door flung wide open before grey gems met sapphire in a lock down. A glare was thrown his way before she hissed in his face and slammed the door.


His visage was contorted with confusion. His brows furrowed as deep lines appeared on his forehead. Well, that was unexpected. Sure, they weren’t on each other’s best side but he didn’t expect the hostile welcome. Logan wasn’t sure if he should leave but his foot was cemented to the ground. It felt lead-like and heavy. He stubbornly stood there, crossing his arms as if she was an intruder. “I’m your boss. Why wouldn’t I have your address?” he shot back, raising an eyebrow as if that’s the most obvious thing ever. Why would she question him?


“I’m here to make a proposition,” he said tilting his head at angle so he could look at her who’s hidden within the crack. “Can I come in? That’s a polite thing to do, El. You invite someone in and not let them catch pneumonia.”


Her snarky eyes met his again and he sighed. She was like an immovable boulder. “Alright, fine,” he threw both of his hands up as if he got caught stealing. “I can talk outside.”


He narrowed his eyes a little, wondering if he could just shove her door open and invite himself in but he could hear his mom tsking in his brain. ‘That’s not what I taught you Logan Delgado. You can do much better than this.’


With a heavy sigh, he folded his arms once more, allowing the wet coat to gather up some warmth and preserve it. There was no roof over her patio and thus the rain rolled on his hair, off his cheeks, and he was dripping wet. He wiped the droplets away from his eyes, trying to make this short so he could go home and not catch a fever.


“I need a favor,” he started off slowly, waiting for her response but she just looked skeptical and about to slam the door again. Being Logan, he used his foot as a stopper, shoving it between the crack before she could run away. “I’m not asking for your soul El. My mother wants me to marry but I need a permanent way to get her to stop. This will be beneficial for you as well. If I don’t marry, it’ll be easier to help you take care of Ben financially. If I have a wife, there could be complications like getting you fired when she finds out,” he tried appealing to logic. Logan was always a logical man and he never spoke because of emotions.


“We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”


He started tapping his foot, impatiently waiting for her answer. But at this point, he wanted to leave because it was getting unbearably frigid. He could see his breath in the harsh winter wind. “Please consider it and get back to me. I must get going,” he told her before leaving to call a cab.

The Next Day
​

Living alone when you were sick was a nightmare. He couldn’t get up other than to use the bathroom. Logan was sneezing every now and then. His head was pounding and he felt dizzy every time he stood up. He didn’t want to eat anything and suddenly, last night seemed like a very bad idea. He should have just called her. That would have been a smarter move.


Oh fuck it.


He wasn’t going to make it to work. He struggled to grab his iPhone before dialing Mrs. Pedigree.


“Hey, I won’t make it to work,” his voice was deep and raspy. “I’ll see you when I get better. Forward me all the emails and summary reports of everything.”


But Mrs. Pedigree knew better. When Logan gets sick, he misses work for days on end because he doesn’t believe in modern medicine and he doesn’t eat either.


“I’m going to send Elizabeth over. She can take care of you in the meantime.”


“Oh Jesus Christ, please don’t. I don’t need my sickness to be my deathbed,” he muttered ruefully but she already hung up the phone.


“Ugh. Fuck.” He wasn’t in the mood to call back to argue with her. Pulling his comforter over his head, he went back to sleep.

 

[Sasil]

The moment when Logan had left Ben and her’s small house had left Li thinking about his offer. She almost let him in a few times but he seemed to be to impatient so she decided to make him suffer in the cold, rain instead. There was no point in the both of them getting wet and if he came into the house soaking Dewey would have had a hay day jumping and licking him. Giving Logan the impression that she liked him—that was definitely not the case.




 


Yes, she had given her word to stop teasing him at work, and she was pleasant there but to come to her home? That was highly unprofessional. His proposal was also less then professional. But it had her thinking from the moment he left her front door. If that was the case, he got married and she was out of yet another job, that would be a big hit on her and Ben. She needed this job more than anything. It paid well she could afrod her little house and keep food on the table. Sure the job was boring but she would do anything to keep her family together.




 


If she had to pretend to be with the assface, father to her child it might be the only way. It might even just be temporary anyways.




 


Elizabeth groaned rubbing her temples while looking to her keyboard. It was hurting her head from over thinking it too much. Thinking about it made her head hurt, the questions that Ben asked when he had left where harder to cover up then she had first anticipated as well. How does one lie to a child about there father? If Ben found out that she knew his father, when he grew up he may blame her for the way that he was raised. Ben needed a father figure but she wasn’t wanting it to be Logan. He wasn’t father material, even if he said he had grown up a bunch. She didn’t believe it.




 


‘“I’m going to send Elizabeth over. She can take care of you in the meantime.”









 





Liz’s ears perked at the sudden sound of her name. Where was she being sent to know? She destpretly hoped it wasn’t another goose chase like it had been before with Logan and her pranks. Thinking about the man, where was he? It was much later then his normal arrival time.




 


“What am I to?” Liz asked looking to Mrs. Pedigree who had stood to her feet to hand over a few papers.




 


“You are to take the private car and take care of Mr. Delgado. He is ill and won’t be coming in, you are to make him feel better much faster. If you do not succeed he will be out for the count for at least a week. We cannot have this.” She breathed taking a breath and pushing her glasses up.




 


“I don’t think that is the best-“




 


“You will follow orders Ms. Welsh. Carry on.” She shooed her away going back to her clipboard and ignored the groan from Elizabeth’s mouth. Gathering her stuff up she followed the orders given to her.




 


~~




 


It took next to no time to get to Logans condo, thanks to the driver who knew where he was going. Only set back was the traffic which made it a little longer but soon she found herself in the elevator waiting to be brought to his floor. She groaned, she felt…almost guilty. Had he gotten sick from staying out in the rain? If he hadn’t come to her fricken house this wouldn’t have happened! Had he really thought that she would have let him in? He was daft!




 


He knew how she felt about him.




 


Sighing she took the key that she had been given and opened the door ignoring the facy taste the man had. This wasn’t the time to hate on him for his money, she had a job and that was that.




 


“Logan? Where are you?” she frowned placing her coat on a chair and walking into the main room before looking around to find him in his bed, almost like he was hiding. “Are you really trying to pretend that you aren’t here? I can hear your stuffed nose from the entrance.” She groaned bring the blankets from his face.




 


“Mr. Delgado, are you feeling sick?” she chuckled being a bit of a tease. “Have you been drinking? Do you have any apple juice, tea in this bachelor pad?” Elizabeth went straight to healing nurse time. The few years she had been a mother had prepared her for this type of thing, in fact Ben had just gotten over a cold a few weeks ago.




 


“I can’t help unless you tell me what is bothering you.” She spoke crossing her arms over her chest sighing.

 

[Polaris.]

Sleeping when you’re sick means changing positions which means your comforter ends up on the floor and you’re too tired to retrieve the heavy old thing. He was cold, freezing in fact but made no move to get up and grab his blanket. Logan’s ears twitched when he heard his name and he immediately scrambled to get up, grabbing the fallen blanket and flew it over his head. It was a childish maneuver but he was hoping she wouldn’t see him and leave. She wasn’t good for his cold and he was already feeling another migraine just from her.


She huffed exasperatedly at his antics and Logan peeked underneath his blanket. Damn, she found out he was home. Damn Ms. Pedigree for not minding her own business. Why did he have to hire competent secretaries? Damn his amazing work ethics. Elizabeth peeled the blankets off him and Logan sighed, slowly getting up to prevent himself from getting dizzy. He pinched his noise bridge, leaning against his black wooden bed headboard. Why him? Oh god, he was being dramatic, he knew but he was sick so he gets to be dramatic.


“You ask a lot of questions. Whose fault is it that I look like this? A courteous person would have let me inside last night,” he said in a raspy voice, moving his thumbs to massage his temples. “And no, I’m not sick. I look like this because of sunburn,” Logan lied. “Now please leave, I am not going to pay you for babysitting,” he pointed at the door with his index finger. But she wasn’t having any of it, not believing his contradicting words as she crossed her arms, looking like he was a nuisance to her instead. She was the one standing in his room! Why was he suddenly the unreasonable one? She didn't like it when he showed up at her place last night.


Why did she have to look attractive when she’s irritated? Fuck, this cold was messing with his brains and hormones. He hated how his guard was lowered whenever he’s sick and everything seems to move a lot slower than usual. He was used to being left alone ever since he was little so the fact that she was here felt weird. Off. And he didn't like the feeling at all. She was looking at him at his most vulnerable self and they were still at war with each other in his head. Even if it's a truce, a war doesn't end with a tie. He was going to be victorious later.


Logan heaved a sigh from his soul when she didn’t budge. He was too exhausted for this. His body felt heavy and he was coughing, sneezing, burning up every couple of minutes. This was a disaster. “Fine,” Logan slipped back under his blankets. He wasn’t going to argue with her, it would be like fighting a war and he didn’t have a hammer to tear down her walls this time. “I think I have a fever or something, I don’t know. But no medicine,” he said obstinately. He hated the taste of it and he’ll get better thanks to the shitty immune system. “Why don’t you go make some porridge or take a nap on the couch? I’ll scream out your name when I take my last breath.”


Yes, a sick Logan was a snarky and childish one. Fortunately for him, Elizabeth left his bedroom and he was able to recuperate but it didn’t take long for her to return with porridge. Logan woke up as he lazily opened his eyes and watched the female placed the bowl of porridge on his nightstand. He stared at the food suspiciously, and shook his head. “No El, I’m not falling for this again. You first. Taste it, and I mean a spoon full. Not one of your tiny fake mmmm this is good shit,” he coughed out, not making a move to get up.

 

[Sasil]

“You are more dramatic then my three year old when he was sick a few weeks ago. I’ll make sure to write ‘died by common cold, child till the bitter end’ on your tombstone.” Elizabeth drawled rolling her eyes all the while. Taking the time to turn and leave the room. He was blaming her for the predicament they found themselves in. It figured that would be the case. No matter he would get better and things would go back to normal.


Though as she went through the little food the man had in his bachelor pad her mind started to think about the proposition he had spoken about the night before. She still hadn’t answered him, today would be the proper day to do such a thing.


Groaning she closed a cupboard and took a few steps back before looking in the fridge again. Did he really have no food in this house? It was like never cooked or he just had all the whores he brought in cook for him. But with what? She sighed taking her coat that she had just taken off and made way towards the door. She had poked her head in to see if he was awake but lucky for him he was sleeping like a child and he was able to stay away from a whiplashing that she desperately wanted to give him. Instead she found him to be almost…cute lying in bed cuddling up to the pillows sick.


Her stomach twisted when she realized that Ben had done the same thing in his sleep like this man did. Just another trait to add to the ‘Ben is a lot like you’ list that she had going in her mind. It wasn’t something she greatly longed to think about.


But maybe the daddy she knew from back in the day was gone and this was a whole new man.


Leaving on that thought Elizabeth hurried to the store getting everything she would need to take care of anyone who was sick. She got some herbs and such she used in teas, a recipe that her mother had taught her that halped aid in healing almost anything. It tasted pretty bad but after awhile it helped a lot and refreshed the system.


After doing her quick shopping Elizabeth was busy cooking in the kitchen. With the porridge done she opened the door and brought it to the sleeping man who seemed, still, to be less than impressed by her barging into his home. Huh, funny how he didn’t like it yet he pulled the same tricks on her.


Only thing for him was he couldn’t kick her out being unable to get out of bed and all.


“You’re joking right? We made a truce! You really are petty you know that?” After a sigh she took a spoonful, blowing on it to cool it down and eating the whole thing. This was a big thing for her too, she hated porridge and only made it for others and not for herself. After swallowing it she stuck her tongue out at him so he could see that she hadn’t tried to poison him.


“You believe me know? Sit up and I’ll feed you.” She spoke moving her seat a little closer and looking at him with a frown. “I have a tea brewing in the kitchen too, it’ll help as well. My mother made it for me when I was sick all the time.” She explained giving him a bite.


Silence fell after a few moments and she sighed, looking at him with a slightly guilty looking expression. “I’m sorry for not letting you in last night. You caught me off guard and I went into bitch mode.” She mumbled running a hand through her hair for a moment before looking back to the ground.

 

[Polaris.]

[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= black]He eyed her suspiciously, watching as she blew onto the spoon as if she was feeding three years old instead of a grown man. He wasn’t sure how he felt to be pampered like that. It was weird but he felt strangely relieved when she took the bite and didn’t fall over to her death. Logan supposed he could try the porridge after all. “Wow, look at you. Sticking out your tongue and you call me petty? I wouldn’t be this cautious if you weren’t trying to kill me just a couple of weeks ago,” he groaned, feeling a wave of nausea again. He hasn’t had food and all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. “I guess I can eat some food,” he said removing the blanket from his body and sitting up to eat the porridge. “I’m not sure how I feel about tea, coffee is more of my jam,” he commented, cringing at the thought of tea. “Plus, knowing you, you’re going to put a crap ton of honey and sugar. Even if you don’t poison me, I’ll get diabetes. That’s probably your evil plan, can’t fool me, El,” he sniggered at his attempt to tease her. He might be sick but his brain was still working just fine. [/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= black]He was about to grab the bowl from her, letting her know that Logan wasn’t the type to let someone spoon-feed him. Not even if he’s sick and out of his mind at the moment. But now she caught him off guard, apologizing for her actions and suddenly, he felt like he was the one in the wrong even though she got him sick. He swallowed, not knowing how to reply at the sudden wave of white flag. He expected her to yell at him some more but she looked defeated. For some odd reason, Logan didn’t like the defeated look and instead he took the bowl from her and settled it on his nightstand. [/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= black]There was a long silence as if she was waiting for him to say something but Logan remained mummed, running various scenarios in his head. He then yanked the blankets off him and knelt on his bed, looking down at her lean downcast figure. “C’mon El, don’t give me that,” Logan took her by the wrist and pulled her up. Using gravity and momentum, he snaked his other free arm around her waist and flipped her over onto his bed with a sly grin. [/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= black]“Coming into a single male’s house alone for the day. You’re rather daring for a secretary,” he joked, wanting her to forget about the earlier moment. Logan was never good with comforting others; he found it awkward and uncomfortable trying to make someone feel better. Both of her wrists was pinned down on either sides and he was looming on top of her with the grin of victory. [/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px]Logan paused, remembering why she was on his bed in the first place. “Don’t apologize El. I shouldn’t have barged into your place in the middle of the night,” he whispered in a guttural tone. He gritted his teeth, it was the closest he ever got to an apology and he hated it already. Logan never liked admitting being in the wrong but it felt better than to have her looking dejected like that. “You should always call me out when I do something wrong,” he gave her a weak smile. "It's kind of refreshing."[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= black]But that sudden use of strength was a little too much for a sick man who refuses to take medicines and relies on his weakened immune system to fight the virus.[/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px][COLOR= black]Releasing her wrists, he felt dizzy, using his arm on his bed as support; he covered her eyes with his other free palm. “Sorry, just for a moment, just don’t say anything. You didn’t see anything.” He was currently in a dilemma. Acting tough when you’re sick was not a good idea when he had no strength to spare but he absolutely abhorred the idea of her watching in at his lowest. [/COLOR][/SIZE]


[SIZE= 14px]His breathing was increasing, his head spun and Logan collapsed on top of Elizabeth. “You should leave,” he mumbled in a throaty voice. “Please, El. You’re going to get sick. I'll to be fine. I’ll be back in a couple of days. It takes more than this to kill a Delgado. Give Ms. Pedigree my regards and tell her to mind her own business next time."[/SIZE]

 

[Sasil]

‘He is a sick man, do not strangle him.’


Elizabeth thought the words to herself as she tried her best to make the man feel better. Being sick was hard, but she was a women—Women worked through head colds, flu’s like champions. They had too, otherwise nothing would get done specially when a three year old was involved.


“Its tea you drink straight after the strainer you doofus.” Elizabeth spat slightly offended that he would think that she would ruin tea like that. While she loved her coffee, hell if she had the power she would put it into an IV and use it to get threw some days but that wasn’t available. No, coffee was her life line. But on cool days that were actually restful and days that she wanted to remember the good women she had grown up with and loved dearly? Well, a good hot cup of tea always calmed her spirits.


Maybe it wasn’t worth wasting on a man who just didn’t give a damn about that kind of thing.


Course then he went and hanged everything, taking the bowl from her raising above her and giving that sly grin that she knew all to well. It was the smile, that sly smile that appeared in the corner of his lips that caused the two of them to have a tumble las time. And before she could run he had maneuvered her into his bed, a position she remembered.


This time she wanted to elbow him but instead he stared at her and for once she was at a loss of words.


Was he trying to apologise? A failed attempt, but attempting known the less?


“Refreshing?” she repeated frowning up at him and a whiplashing was coming—it started in her mouth but before it could fully escape her mouth he had shown more of the vulnerable side of him. How do you ask? Collapsing on her that was how. Moving so fast, trying to be the bad boy he was three years ago had him falling on top of him and falling out cold.


Course, not before muttering something about leaving and getting sick. Being the stubborn women that Elizabeth was, she wasn’t having any of that. No man, even if he was a pain in the ass. A royal pain in the ass to be more specific, he shouldn’t be alone when he was sick and he was sicker then he wanted to let on. That was for sure.


“It’s not happening.” She mumbled taking a breath, he was on top of her pretty good, his face in her chest, brought back more memories that was for sure. After a shimmy, a slicking finally Elizabeth was able to get out of his grasp, even without waking him up.


After patting herself on the back she tucked him in much like she would Ben before leaving and going back to his apartment kitchen. She got the tea, brought it to his bedside table and set it there. When he awake words were exchanged and she fought back before it became later then she had first anticipated

 


“Shit, I need to pick up Ben. I will be back after to give you something to eat.” Elizabeth spoke standing to her feet. “Oh, and Logan, promise me you will not tell him who you are. I’m not ready for him to find out.” She spoke giving him a stern face. “If you do, I will make your life harder. Remember I have been alone in your apartment while you have been sleeping.” She smirked. “I know many secrets.” Course, this was mostly a lie but still she had to have something right? “Just promise alright?” after hearing his response she quickly got her purse and left the apartment making sure to take the keys with her.


~~Hour or so later


“Where are we going?” Ben asked for the millionth time as Elizabeth stared out the window then looked to her son a moment. “This is fancy. Did you get fancier mommy?”


“Honey, my boss is sick so we are going to take care of him alright? It’ll only be for a few more hours. Is that alright?” Elizabeth asked looking down to him a moment giving a warm smile.


“Okay! I will make him feel better too!” he cheered swinging his legs in his seat humming an unknown tune to himself.


It wasn’t long till the duo where comfortable in the kitchen of Logan and she was making dinner for the two of them along with something for Logan to hopefully eat. The man had eaten nothing, and if he ever wished to get better he would need to at least try. He had been drinking though, that was good at least.


“I have a drawing for him…I am going to go give it to him!” Ben called scooting off his chair and hurrying into the bedroom where Logan seemed to be huddled away in before Elizabeth had a chance to stop the tote.