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“I’m honestly fine. I kind of came to the cheating conclusion on my own after you told me about them on the beach that day. It’s the Liam factor that threw me.”
“Me too,” Logan says. “If Eric thought he might be Liam’s dad, then it had to have been a possibility, and fuck, I’m glad it didn’t turn out that way.”
“My thoughts exactly,” I agree.
I’m about to start walking again, when Logan gets a pensive look on his face before he shakes it off and smiles.
“Nope, what was that look for? You’re not brushing past whatever you were just thinking.”
His lips thin before he nods and blows out a breath. “I was just thinking that this revelation kind of proves you were always going to be in Liam’s life.”
Huh?
“How so?” I say, my brows furrowed in confusion.
“Because I have no doubt in my mind that you would have done the same thing Mom did. If Liam had been Eric’s, you would have forgiven his cheating and raised Liam as your own. You’re just awesome like that.” He shrugs and I laugh.
“I don’t know about the awesome part, but you’re probably right. Does it make you think about your mom's choices differently?”
Logan scrunches his face. “Nope, I will never completely understand why they made the decisions they did, but like you, I’ve moved on. How can I not? I have a beautiful son, the perfect wife, my dream job… Life is too good to dwell on the past.”
He’s not wrong. We have it good, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
“Should we head home and pick up that son of ours before he drives Lucy and Wes crazy?”
Logan laughs but shakes his head. “I’ll bet they beg us to let him stay. They love seeing the bond he has with Little Bug.”
“You’re right.” I laugh. “I love it too; he’s perfect with her. She’s always going to have someone watching over her, that’s for sure.”
“Yep, he’s a protector, just like his dad.”
I bite back a smile and try not to roll my eyes as I think about Logan’s “protective” side. “Protective, huh? In your case I’d call it jealousy.”
Logan scoffs. “I have nothing to be jealous about. You’re mine, and that’s never going to change.”
“You’re right. You trapped me with that damn piece of paper and never even gave me a ring.” I’m joking, but Logan’s jaw drops seconds before he does. To one knee. Shocking the hell out of me.
“You say that with sarcasm. Was our wedding of convenience not good enough for you?”
My eyes narrow as I study his expression. “Is this a proposal?”
“Maybe.”
“Then I’ll think about it.”
“You’ll think about it,” Logan repeats, jumping to his feet and throwing me over his shoulder before running back to the car. I scream for him to put me down while slapping his ass, but it’s useless. I know he’s not going to drop me until he’s ready.
He keeps me locked tight against him as he opens the door to his Jeep and then places me down on the passenger seat before dropping to his knee once more.
“Get up.” I giggle. “People are starting to stare.”
Logan looks behind him but there’s no one there. I just needed him to stand.
“I’m being serious this time,” he says, reaching his hands up to clasp mine. “Daniela Rose Taylor, I have loved you since the moment our lips touched, and maybe even before that. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, again, but this time with a ring and a party?”
I bite back a smile because that was kind of cute, but we always said we’d never do the big wedding thing and… ah fuck it, I love him and he’s doing puppy-dog eyes. “Yes! Let’s do it.”
Logan raises an eyebrow and gives me a fake frown. “Let’s do it? That’s what I get.”
“I love you, Logan Patrick Taylor, and I would love to be your wife. Again.” I wink at the end and watch as he throws his head back and laughs.
“You’re never going to let me use my real middle name again, are ya?” Logan says in his perfect Australian accent. He still does that often, especially when we visited Australia on vacation recently.
“Not when you switch to that accent every time I call you Patrick. It’s too much fun to let go of.”
“Well, Daniela Rose, you’rebloodylucky I love ya,” he says with that accent again. And my smile widens because after all these years and everything we’ve been through, we’re still us, we still play these games, and we still love to joke—something I hope never changes.
“Yes, Logan Patrick, I reallybloodyam.”
