Hazels POV
I relax back into the lawn chair that rests in the patio of our backyard. Dressed in a white tank top, blue jean shorts, and a pair of black sunglasses covering my eyes, I take in the warmth of the sun letting it calm me. Today is the perfect temperature and I plan to take full advantage of it.
Walter called again this morning and I still haven't answered. It's only been a day since my flare up, and even though it wasn't a terribly bad one, I haven't been in much of a mood to talk to anyone. Especially my grandfather.
Until yesterday I hadn't realized that I was scared shitless that he would do to me what he did to my parents...even though I know he won't. The fear is still there. And it isn't like he would reassure me, and I won't ask for it. So I've resulted to turning myself into a hermit crab until all of our family arrives in a few days.
Seems like the better option to me.
"Bently do not get into that pool" I point my finger at my dog who has tip toed to the edge, about to hop into the water.
He whines loudly and I glare at him through my sunglasses. He's been trying me for the past hour.
"I'm not chasing you around with a towel" I continue to scold him. He barks at me but backs away from the edge.
My dog and towels do not mix well together, ever since he was a little puppy when I first got him. He's still a puppy now, just a bigger one. But it's why I always take him to the groomers. There is no way I am chasing a wet dog through my new house.
I sit back in the chair once Bently is a good distance away from the pool and has occupied himself with running around in the grass. Just as I relax again my phone rings.
"Hey" I smile into the camera.
"Hey captain"
My body relaxes even more at the sound of Logans voice. Him and some other guys on the team are attending a press conference about an hour and a half away, which is why I'm here by myself. I would've went but we agreed to try to avoid any publicity outings until we announce my pregnancy since my stomach is starting to grow. It's easy to hide it with a sweater or jacket when we go out, but with the congested room, I'd just be way too hot.
"Is the conference over?" I ask biting my lip.
"We're on a break and then we have an hour left" he replies rubbing his chin with his hand. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay. Making use of the good weather-Bently!"
My dog stops in his tracks and has the nerve to glare at me as if I'm the one not listening. He's so dramatic. I flip the camera so Logan can see what he's doing. Bently dips his paw in the water, testing me.
"Bently, no" Logan raises his voice through the camera.
I swear he rolls his eyes before trotting away.
I flip the camera so that it's back on me and I sit back in the chair. "Anyways, I'm doing fine. Taking time to relax outside"
"That's good" he gives me a soft smile. "And how's the little one?"
"He's doing fine, missing his dad though" I poke out my bottom lip in a pout.
"Is he now?" Logan raises his eyebrow and I nod my head. "I'll be home soon. Three hours tops but probably sooner. Until then, I'm sure you'll be just fine" he gives me a knowing smirk which raises my suspicions.
"What do you mean?" I tilt my head just as I hear some commotion in the background.
"I gotta go baby. I love you and I'll be home soon okay?"
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Loving the Quarterback
Teen Fiction/Sequel to Falling for the Quarterback/ It has been six years since Hazel and Logan have seen each other. They've completed their four years of college miraculously not running into each other once, having promised not to keep in touch once they par...
