#Chapter 154 - Speeches and Babies

Emily The hospital room is quiet, except for the low hum of machines and the faint rustle of linens as Logan shifts in the chair beside my bed. Peter was taken away a little while ago to get his shots and vaccines, and for the first time since giving birth, the room feels almost empty. My arms ache to hold him again, to feel the steady warmth of his little body pressed against mine, but for now, I have only the faint scent of baby shampoo lingering in the air and the steady presence of Logan beside me. He’s fidgeting in the chair, leaning back and forth, hands moving in nervous gestures as he mutters something under his breath. I can hear him clearly enough. “I just don’t see the point in even trying to write a speech. What if I don’t win? What if all of this effort…” Logan’s voice trails off, and he lets out a long, frustrated sigh. I reach out, gently taking his hand in mine. “Logan,” I say softly, “you’re going to do a great job. You were doing well in the polls not too long