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Grinning, I leave to grab a blanket, make a bottle of milk, sandwiches, and other snacks, knowing they’ll get hungry running around all day. The twins gather a few toys for their baby brother and a ball to play at the lake. Settling down with little Logan in the shade, I watch Mark play football with Leon and Liane.
We are finally home.
Peace surrounds me as I hold my boy in my arms, playing with his hands. We named our little angel after Logan. It felt right to give him the name of the man who saved us both. Who we loved and lost.
Happy laughter echoes around the lake as they play. Their joy is beautiful music to my soul, healing my darkness, soothing my battered heart.
“Soon you will be running with them,” I coo to the baby boy.
Scars and pain taught us to appreciate life more, especially on the days when it’s pure bliss dipped in sunshine. We refuse to let anyone steal it from us. Not when we found each other and fought death, loss, and an evil enemy to keep it. Not when we fit each other’s broken lives in sync as a perfect tune. We have one eternity to heal our wounds and make memories.
A little breeze skims over my arms and hair, bringing eerie awareness.
“Hi,” I whisper to the wind as it ruffles the leaves above my head on the tree, loosening up a few to fall.
They are here.
Sometimes I can feel their presence as if they are with me. A ghostly laugh echoing from the past sails in the air and then disappears, tugging at the memories. I gasp, remembering my little boys, Nate and Ethan, playing together, and the young woman I once was. And the lost love that left an empty hole inside of me, now is full of beautiful, precious sorrow.
Back then, I wasn’t tough enough to cope with it, or strong enough to face my mistakes or rise above it. I thought if I closed the walls around my heart, I would be able to survive it. I was wrong. Logan taught me that love and time can heal the soul, soothe the broken heart if you’re brave enough to own it. Happiness is a choice, a path we choose to walk but not a destination. It’s acceptance of who we are and appreciation of what we already have.
“We’ll be okay,” I tell him, hoping that my boys and Logan can finally rest in peace. “I’m going to take care of them. Your heart and your children,” I vow to Logan. “Take care of mine,” I ask, feeling like invisible restraints loosened around me as my tears of gratitude wash over my face, falling on the little baby boy playing in my arms. “Thank you for coming into my life. For every gift. And your love.”
My chest vibrates with emotions, clogging my throat. There will never be enough words left in this world to express what Logan truly gave me.
Mark’s head turns toward me as if my pain entwined in love calls to him. He jogs toward me, sensing my emotional state. I smile through my teary expression as all three gather around us. Mark presses his lips to my temple, looping his arms around me. I cup his face, bringing my lips to his, feeling every
hue of happiness flood my heart, reaching his and reuniting us.
We aren’t going to waste it.
The End
