His lips meet mine with a much sweeter exchange.
Marshall takes his place at the front of the helm, and Logan and I exchange our vows, our solemn promises, but more than that, we create a holy covenant before man and God, we are grafted together as one—and no man, no celestial being, will ever tear us apart again.
Marshall has us exchange rings, and Logan kisses my hand as he lands the sweet simple circle of diamonds on my finger.
Marshall grunts, “And yet again, you may now kiss your bride.”
Logan pulls me into his arms, and it feels as if every crooked path has been made straight and everything in our lives has finally clicked into place as he blesses me with a tender, lingering kiss.
This is only the beginning,he says.
“I know,” I whisper as I look into his eyes. “This is it—the very start of everything good.” I press my lips to his again as Marshall clears his throat.
Marshall raises a hand. “May I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Logan Oliver.”
A thunderous cheer breaks out, and it feels as if all of Heaven is shouting along for us.
I head over to my mother and scoop Jaxson up in my arms and Logan picks up Nathan and Barron, and the five of us walk down the aisle as a family.
I wave to each of our friends and blow them kisses, on this, the happiest day of my life.
Everything I’ve ever wanted and dreamed of has settled in and taken root. Logan and I aren’t fighting to be together anymore. We don’t need a front to protect us from the Fems. We have armed ourselves with each other as we swim through the depths of our love.
Logan and I pause at the foot of the stairs leading up to Whitehorse and I kiss the faces of my three sweet sons.
“I love you,” I whisper to them. “Please know that Mommy loves you so very much.”
Nathan wipes the kiss I gave him off, and I laugh.
Logan gives a quick wink. “He’s just rubbing it in.”
“I want cookies.” Nathan kicks his way down, but Barron reaches over and pulls me in, landing a sweet, sloppy kiss to my cheek.
“Mommy is a princess.” His little dimples dig in and he sparks another round of tears as he jumps to the ground.
“Two cookies for you,” I tease.
Logan kisses my forehead then Jaxson’s.
“Together at last.”
I sigh up at my handsome husband just as Jaxson reaches over and grabs his nose.
“Whoa.” Logan kisses his tiny hand. “I think he sensed I was having impure thoughts about his mother.”
“Excuse me,” a deep voice calls from behind. My eyes widen a moment, and my heart gives an unnatural thump as Gage stains the landscape before us. “Hey.” His dimples invert. He’s donned a dark suit, black tie. His hair is slicked back, his face clean-shaven. He’s almost unrecognizable. “I wanted to be the first to congratulate you.” His features soften as he looks to me. “I’m genuinely happy for you both.” He swallows hard as if fighting back tears.
“Thank you.” Logan slaps him on the back then pulls him in, and the next thing I know we’re locked in a three-way embrace with Jaxson bucking between us. It feels warm and loving and right. And for a microsecond, it feels as if we’ve been transported back in time and we are all one, on the same side, full of dazzling light and love.
And just like that, the spell is broken and he pulls away, drifting quickly into the crowd as our friends and family swarm us with their well-wishes.
The music starts up once again, and my mother takes Jaxson as Logan pulls me to the middle of the dance floor installed right over the sand and we’re wrapped in one another’s arms for our first dance as husband and wife.
“I love you so much, Skyla,” he breathes the words hot into my ear. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing.” I pull back and nod to affirm the fact. “I’m fine, I promise. And I don’t know where she went—I don’t care. Today isn’t about her. It’s about you and me.” Logan and I move to the rhythm of our hearts, and just as the next song starts up Marshall taps me on the shoulder.
“May we have this dance?”
