by M. J. Fields
Either way, it works for her, so it works for me. The fact that it’s Waitress, our show, makes it even better.
Everything seems to be falling into place with us.
Just like living here in New York City for the past ten weeks. The business is booming, and Dad and Luke have it under control Upstate, so here we are, making it work just fine. Better than fine actually, life is good.
And yes, sometimes it’s hard to accept that when part of you is gone. But I’m making it a habit, to focus on the fact that I know she’s with me, and she’s enjoying the view from the Heavens.
The first person I see is Emma, and I have a confession, I love that woman. Being in her presence is second only to being in London’s, and yes, I get the parallel, I’m not that damn slow.
When she sees me, she waves. Eyes focused on London Sr—which I would never call her—I almost miss that the entire first five rows in the center are basically our hometown, the people we love, and who love us.
Dad, Tessa, Harper, Maddox, Ava, Luke, Jade, and Ryan are here with their kids. Grandma Josie, Maggie, John, and all of Tessa’s siblings, and their kids. I spot Trucker and Keeka, I mean, Brooklyn, and fuck, I’ve missed them. It’s a packed house.
I hug everyone as I move through them to get to my seat next to Emma and Ava. The center, where I can watch my wife’s childhood dream come true.
“How did this happen?” I ask Emma as I sit.
“This family, when allowed,” she jokes, “Is there for all the moments.”
“I guess so,” I laugh as I look around.
“We were all wondering if you’d show up, it’s minutes from showtime, Logan!” Ava hugs me, and God, it feels good.
I look behind me when Josie squeezes my shoulder. “We have reservations for after the show, at that Cheesecake place.”
I stand and turn to hug her. “Sounds great.”
“But stage door,” Lexington’s voice catches my ear.
“She may decide she’d rather eat burgers with all of us than—”
“She better not, my sister is the star,” Lexington exclaims.
“Okay, Lexi.” Brody moves so he’s blocking her from my view.
“Hey,” Tessa smiles, “How is it here?”
“It’s the city that my wife loves. So, it’s good.”
“Oh my God, Loggie, you are soooo dreamy.” Ava squeezes my cheeks, and I push her hand away.
“Get it together, Ava,” I look around feeling a little embarrassed. Then she laughs. I sigh and hug her. “I love you, sister, but seriously, I’m a grown ass man.”
“So we’ve heard.”
“Okay, that’s,” I pause, “True, but...” Her laugh stops me, it’s just like Moms. Instead of letting it bring me to that place, I accept it as a blessing. “I’ve missed you.”
“Glad to hear it. The kids are at your place with Robert and Diane. We’re staying for a few days. They wanna see the show, and we wanted tonight to be perfect. They can rest, and we’ll all make the two o’clock tomorrow.”
“You left Robert and his new wife with four kids?”
“She’s not a stranger, Logan, she was Mom’s favorite nurse. And Grace is a great baby.”
Grace Ashley, was my newest niece, born November 27th, the same year mom passed.
“Robert’s favorite nurse too,” I shrug.
“She’d be happy for him, so we are, too.” She nods matter-of-factly.
She’s right, and honestly, Robert needed someone to get him to open up, to make him smile again. Diane was the perfect person to do that.
Still shocked us, but I think it shocked him, too.
Back to good, I tell myself.
“Perfect, let’s hope London ‘swings in’ tomorrow, too.”
She makes the face, the one that tells me she’s up to something.
Before I have a chance to ask, the lights start to come down. I can almost guarantee Ava’s knocked up again.
Both Emma and Ava take my hands and squeeze them.
My heart is pounding so hard when the first song begins. I swear it’s London’s voice, but she’s supposed to be playing Becky, and this is a Jenna song. As in Jenna, the lead.
When the lights come up, I swear I am more emotional than I was on either of our wedding days.
She sings, “My hands pluck the things I know that I'll need, I'll take the sugar and butter from the pantry. I add the flour to begin, what I am hoping to start. And then it's down with the recipe and bake from the heart. Sugar, and butter, and flour.”
I can’t even breath as I watch her. She’s never sounded so fucking beautiful. Her emotions deepen with each expression, each word. Her movements fluid and Christ… My fucking heart is ready to explode for her. I can only imagine how the hell she’s feeling, she must feel like she’s playing in the fucking Super Bowl.
I want to stand up and cheer, We’re going to Disney World, Pretty, we’re going to Disney World.
When I finally realize that she’s not alone up there, it’s the majority of the V Squad. Jamie is playing Becky, and Christy is Dawn.
I am transformed back to that karaoke bar where I watched them all sing and laugh, and London’s ‘peeneth’ allergy. It all floods back, that first year, the first kiss, the first touch, the first cuddle session, the first time I hurt her, the first time I realized I could have lost her to the shooting, the first time… and last that I saw her kiss another man, the first time I realized I loved her, and the first time I told her the truth, that I always had.
It was always a worry that when our two lives came together, one would lose more of a part of them than the other. Some fuck up and forget that when they say ‘I do,’ it’s a vow, a promise, it’s your fucking word. And as life has shown her and me, it’s got to be a priority.
After we found out about Mom, it broke my heart that I knew it was going to be her. I did everything to make it good, though. But have never truly felt I deserved her, the same feeling I’ve had since she stuck her damn tongue out at me back when we were basically babies.
That feeling grew little by little and always haunted me. Right now, right now as my wife is not just living her dream, but THE DREAM, her dream role, I am… fucking tearing up.
I can’t look away, I don’t want to miss a minute, not one.
I watch the entire show, enthralled in it, in her. Normally at intermission, I’m running out the door for a drink, a break for my ass… but I am kinda pissed off that there is one tonight.
When I look at Ava, she grins, and I realize she already knew.
“Oh, hell no.” I shake my head.
“Look around, Loggie, of course we knew. This is half of Blue Valley.”
I look at Emma, and she shrugs. “She likes to surprise you.”
At the end of the show, after her final bow and a standing ovation, in a packed theatre house, London picks up the little girl who played Lou. She whispers in her ear, and they both hold a hand up as if asking a question. I look at Emma wondering if it’s her she’s directing the questioning look to.
Emma has tears running down her face as she nods yes. I look around, and everyone is nodding.
When I look back at London, tears are also falling down her gorgeous face, and she’s beaming. She reaches in the front of her apron and pulls something out of it, the crowd is still cheering when she looks down at it. She tells little Lou something, and the girl grins and rubs her belly.
She looks up at me.
“You better get ready to catch that, Loggie.”
When she throws the item at me, I think I know what it is, but she wouldn’t … would she?
When I catch the test… a pregnancy test, I look down at it, a plus sign, and then up at her.
She’s nodding, laughing, crying, fucking beaming.
I mouth the words, “We’re having a baby.”
Still nodding, she holds her hand over her heart.
I look at Emma. “Is she?”
“She is.”
“How
long?”
“She did a video reveal of the test but didn’t look at the screen. Your wife just found out she is pregnant.”
“She didn’t look?” I look back at the stage, at London.
Elated, she’s elated. I mean she’s a killer actress but knows she doesn’t have to be, not with me. She’s never looked more beautiful than right now.
“I love you,” she mouths before the curtain closes.
I look around, and everyone we love is sharing this moment with us.
“She didn’t know,” I sigh.
“Emma shared it with us on the plane.” Ava hugs me. “London wanted her to know first, then to share it with us.”
Epilogue 2
London
Standing in the mirror looking at my eight-week post-baby bod, I run my hands down my stomach, smoothing the new little black dress he bought me specifically for our first date, and it’s four sizes bigger than pre-pregnancy. My body would never be the same without a nip or tuck. But if I did that, I’d have another scar to match the one from the C-section.
I cup my boobs, they are still ginormous, which I kind of like.
“You look pretty.”
I quickly move my hands away from them, almost embarrassed that he caught me. When I see him, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the door frame to our bedroom’s en suite bathroom in Syracuse, I can’t help but be turned on by him.
“You look mighty fine, Mr. Links, as usual.”
His lips curves up in the corners as he pushes off the door frame. I watch as he assesses me and I don’t miss the way he flexes his fingers or the way his jaw muscles tense as he looks me over from behind.
When he stops behind me, head still bowed as he looks appreciatively at my new ass, yes, new, and actually visible in clothes now.
His hands grip my hips as he looks over me at our reflection in the mirror. He pushes his hands forward and then runs them up and cups my boobs just like I had.
“I knew you were a boob man. All those years, all those fake boobie girls.”
“My hands are on your tits.” He squeezes them for emphasis. “And you’re talking about something so far in my past I think it may have been a figment of your overactive imagination.”
“Oh please,” I roll my eyes. “Like you’ll ever forgot playing with all those fake boobies, those… volleyballs since the first time you popped a stiffy.”
“Was getting bored waiting for you to grow these.”
I elbow him, and he smirks, but just for a minute, then back to dreamy dark blue, lust-filled, I haven’t had sex in two months eyes.
“If we don’t leave soon, I’m going to bend you over this counter and have my way with you.”
I push his hands off my boobs, and he smirks and starts to step back, but freezes when I bend over the counter.
“London, it’s best that you stand up before I rip your tights and lick you until you’re dripping so I can slide inside your pussy.”
I lift my dress, hook my thumbs in my tights, and pull them down, swaying my ass back and forth just to drive him crazy.
“Wouldn’t want the tights ripped, but all that other stuff, do it, I dare you.”
His eyes dart between my ass and my eyes in the mirror, jaw tense, nostrils flaring, fingers flexing. He is using every bit of restraint he can to not do exactly what he threatened.
He thinks he’s going to win, I know what buttons to push. “Pussy.”
“You think?”
“All talk, no action.” I wiggle my butt again as he loosens his tie.
“We’ll be late for dinner, and that will make us late for the show.”
I don’t have to convince him further as he continues to undress.
I kick off my shoes, step back and bend, making sure he gets the full view because I have totally been squatting when he’s not looking, and I happen to like my new butt, as I pull off my tights.
I hear a zipper, and then I feel a tongue.
“Fuck yes.” He grips my ass and spreads me wide.
I feel his tongue slide inside me, and then out. “Soaked.”
“Try looking at you and not…” A finger enters me. “Ahh.”
I hear him growl before he bites my ass, then licks me from front to back as his fingers work magic inside me.
I was so afraid of the first time after having our baby, but I had a C-section, and my incision stitches are now gone.
I raise my hips and push back against him. His tongue joins his finger.
When my knees start to shake, I know I’m going to come.
“Logan, come with me,” I beg.
He doesn’t stop, in fact, he adds another finger, and pushes his thumb against the magic button.
I hold onto the counter as white light meets white light and there is no one but him and me.
When I feel him pull his fingers out of me, the emptiness is immediate, but short-lived.
He pushes his cock slowly, gently, inside me.
All fear of pain or discomfort dissipates as we meet each other thrust for thrust until he starts to pull away.
“Don’t you dare.” I slam against him.
“Fuck, you make it so hard.”
“I like it hard.” I push against him again.
“London,” he hisses, and his grip tightens, holding me steady. “I don’t think you have a clue as to how much I like being inside you.”
I roll my hips, “I bet you like to come more.”
“Damn you,” he hisses.
“Logan, fuck me.”
After his eyes bug out a bit, he does exactly what I requested he do.
“London?”
Shit, shit, shit.
Logan is mid-release, and Lexington is calling my name. She’s babysitting, her first time, and she’s taking it very seriously. Even though Mom and Brody are here, too.
“You in there?” she yells into our room.
“No,” he whispers as he slams into me. “I am.” Again. “Fuck.”
He grabs my hips, and I feel him come.
As soon as he’s done, he pulls out, yanks my dress down, and buttons his pants.
He kisses the back of my head. “Sorry, Pretty.”
The door opens, and Lexi walks in. “There you are.”
“Give us a minute, Lexi?” Logan asks.
“Yeah, of course,” She shuts the door behind her.
I turn on him and poke him in the chest. “Do you not think?”
He takes my hand and kisses my finger. “I will more than make it up to you.” He stops and walks over to me.
“Privacy.”
He doesn’t listen, he kisses me, he kisses me deep.
When he pulls away, he asks, “Did you taste that?”
“What?”
“You came first, Pretty.”
I push him away. “This isn’t about that. It’s about what you,” I point down at my lady parts, “Left in there.”
“Fuck,” he sighs.
“Yeah, fuck, Logan, we have babies, two babies,” I begin.
“Two beautiful babies and you’re breastfeeding, so the chances are—”
“About the same as having two babies at once.” I lean in and poke him in the chest. “Two.”
I walk around him to the toilet. “Now go find out what Lexi needs, so I can, I don’t know, go sperm fishing.”
He smirks, “This is not funny.”
“It’s a little bit funny.”
“No, it’s not.” I sit on the toilet.
“Okay, maybe not it, but you’re funny.”
“I know I am! But stop trying to flatter me when you just,” I pause as I wipe… as ladylike as I can in front of him, “Boned me over the sink and didn’t even let me finish.”
“Boned you over the sink?”
“Yeah, how romantic.”
“You have got to be shitting me right now. Is this a hormone thing? Or is it a London needed more time to come.”
“You shush,” I snap while I wad toilet pape
r around my hand.
He smirks, freaking swoony man.
“Go.” I point my mummy looking TP hand to the door.
“I love you, London, and I am extremely excited about going on a date with my beautiful wife tonight.”
I hide my face, so he doesn’t see the smile. “Go away.”
“London?”
“What?”
“If you’re pregnant again, we’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.”
“My belly won’t be fine,” I mumble.
Logan
She’s telling me to leave, but making it impossible to do so.
I walk back to the toilet as she flushes and stands.
When she sees me, she groans.
I don’t let it stop me, I take her hands. “I need to wash my hands.”
“I need you to stop stressing over a little cum.”
She sighs, “It’s never little with you.”
“What does that mean, with me?”
She closes her eyes and bangs her head against my chest, then leaves it there to rest.
“She didn’t see shit.”
“How do you know?” she mumbles against my chest.
“I’m thinking if she thought I was, ‘Banging her sister over the counter,’ she wouldn’t have tried to have a conversation with us.”
“Sorry.”
I run my hands down her hips and across her ass and squeeze. “And the crack about the tiny little pouch, you think is such a problem.”
“Only a problem if another baby takes up residence in there before I can tame it.”
“Tame it?”
“Yep.”
I lift her chin. “You’re fucking stunning. Your ass looks and feels like you’re at the gym five hours a day. Your legs, those things go for days, Pretty, and this,” I run my hand across her belly, “This is where our babies grew. I fucking love this.”
