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Understanding the Unpredictable

SOPHIE POV

James's hotel room was exactly what I expected. Neat. Organized. Predictable.
The kind of space that once made me feel like everything would be okay - because he was that kind of person.

His suitcase was still zipped open on the stand, clothes folded like a catalog display. His phone was on the nightstand, probably dead - he was always terrible about charging it. And his row of shoes lined up by the bed made me want to laugh through my panic. God, I used to tease him for being such a clean freak, but secretly, I loved it. Loved how calm it made everything feel.
Loved that little part of him that always had room for me, even in the mess.

I took a sip of the cold Dr. Pepper he handed me and tried not to choke on the lump in my throat. My fingers were trembling.
He sat beside me, quiet at first, until he looked at me with those eyes - warm, cautious, a little sad.

"You okay?" he asked softly.

No. Not even close.
But I nodded anyway.

"I didn't want to do this here," I said, voice low, staring at the carpet.

"Then why are you?" he asked, not harshly - just... honestly.

I looked at him. "Because I needed to tell you before anyone else. Because you deserve to know."

There was a beat of silence. Then he sat up straighter. "Know what?"

My chest tightened. I set the drink down, rubbed my sweaty palms on my jeans. I didn't want to say it. I didn't even know how to say it. But there was no soft way around it.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered.

James didn't move at first. Didn't blink. Like maybe he didn't hear me right.

Then slowly, his head tilted, and his mouth opened just enough to form the words I dreaded.

"And it's Logan's?"

I nodded once, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from crying. Again.

His jaw clenched. His whole body shifted - posture stiff, fists curling, breath shallow. The room suddenly felt a lot smaller.

"You're serious?" he said.

I swallowed hard. "I found out a few days ago."

"And Logan knows?"

I hesitated, then shook my head. "Not really. I tried to tell him earlier tonight. I went to his room... I literally said the words: 'Logan, I'm pregnant.' Twice. He was on the phone. He heard me. He just ignored it. Didn't even look at me. Told me to go."

James blinked. "He ignored you?"
His voice was too calm. It scared me more than if he'd yelled.

"Yeah," I said, tears threatening again. "I stood there like an idiot while he talked to whoever was on the phone. I didn't want to make a scene, so I left. I was so embarrassed, James. I felt disgusting."

I was trying to keep my voice steady, but the tremble betrayed me.

James stood up suddenly, pacing. I watched his hands curl into fists at his sides.

"Un-fucking-believable," he muttered. "He sleeps with you, says nothing, and then ignores you when you tell him this?"

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. His anger wasn't for me - not entirely - but it still shook something in me.

"You don't do that to someone," he snapped, running his hands through his hair. "You don't ignore them when they say they're pregnant. Especially not you. Jesus, Sophie."

"I didn't plan any of this," I whispered. "You think I wanted to be in this position? I was heartbroken and drunk, and Logan was just... there. And I thought he cared, even just a little. But now I feel like an idiot."