by B. B. Hamel
He grins at me. “Then let’s get to it.”
“Okay then.” I feel a sudden rush of excitement and relief.
I love having Alexa as my stepdaughter, but I’m ready to have my own daughter with Logan. I want to see what a baby we make together will be like. I want Logan to be the father of my children, and now it’s the perfect time.
I feel complete, more complete than I’ve ever felt. I have a perfect husband, an amazing daughter, and soon I’ll have more children. The culmination of years of hard work sits before us, successful and amazing. I feel so proud, so good, and I know it’s all thanks to Logan.
If I hadn’t accepted his crazy proposition all that time ago, I don’t know where I’d be. But I’m so happy I did. All the stress, all the danger, it was all worth it. Spencer Winterfield hasn’t bothered us since we made that deal with him, and I haven’t even thought about him.
Things are perfect. Logan is perfect. He’s an incredible husband and father, and I feel so blessed to be with him. Together, we’re going to make a new baby, and we’ll build an empire of charity together that’ll help this city in ways I never imagined. All because he’s the perfect, incredible person that he is.
I kiss him one last time, squeeze Alexa’s hand, and we head back to our apartment together, back to our life, the life I never, ever want to leave.
