Teaching. Cooking. Dancing.
Beingme.A celebration ofme.
Each photo has a little handwritten note on the back, just like I did for him months ago. I step forward, stunned, and reach for the nearest one.
You make chaos feel like home.
The next one:
You laugh with your whole body.
Another:
You saw more than just the stats.
My chest caves in. Just completely collapses. Tears well hot and instant, and one falls before I can stop it. Then another. Then I’m full-on sobbing, shoulders shaking, hands trembling as I reach for more of the notes.
You teach mistakes to be growth
You always drag me into the light
You’re the best mama to Dusty
You say 'fuck' in the cutest way ever
You make me feel warm all the time
I’m crying so hard I almost miss the sound behind me, but I turn and there he is.
Logan, down on one knee again.
He’s not holding the plastic ring this time, he’s holding a diamond—simple, round and elegant. And he’s looking at me like I hung the goddamn moon.
I crumble. My knees hit the floor as I laugh through the sob, and I reach for him with shaking hands. He steadies me instantly, one palm warm at my waist, the other still holding the ring.
“I wanted you to see it, baby. All the ways I love you, all my little scraps of truth.” He glances at the ring in his hand. “All the things I never say out loud, but should, just like you do for me.”
He looks up at me and smiles. “I don’t need to wish for anything else,” he says simply. “Just need you to say yes again.”
“Yes,” I whisper, laughing and crying all at once. “God, yes.”
He grins as he slips off the pink ring and swaps it for the diamond, and then we kiss, deep and breathless and still crying a little. Dusty barks so loud it makes me jolt. I laugh wetly and lob a balloon over to him as Logan buries his face in my neck, arms wrapped tight around me on the living room floor.
Polaroids sway around us. The sun streams through the front windows. I close my eyes, surrounded by ribbon and sunlight and this man I can’t picture a single day without.
And I realize, this is it.
This is my wish that came true.
Epilogue
You're getting nicknamed
Logan
The booth’s full with the crew, the table’s loaded, and Gary’s already threatened to kick us out twice. So it’s a normal night at The Rink Rat.
Except Lulu’s late, and my leg’s bouncing hard enough to shake the table.
