Sully's gaze finds Logan, who sits beside me with eyes that say he’s curious about what Sully will say next.
Sully's voice softens, his rugged face turning to a bright smile. "But folks, I gotta tell ya—watching this guy with Reese and that little boy—it's like seeing a stallion finally figure out he doesn't need to keep jumping the fence." He chuckles, shaking his head. "Logan was always good at the game. What he needed to learn you just can’t learn at the rink."
He raises his glass. "To Logan and Reese—may your life together be as beautiful as the journey that brought you here."
Elena rises next, smoothing her dress. "When Reese first told me about Logan, I was skeptical," she admits, drawing chuckles from the crowd. "I’ve known them both for a very long time and I just didn’t know if Logan could figure it out. I've been her best friend long enough to worry it would end badly."
I feel my cheeks warm as she continues. "But then I saw them together—not just Logan and Reese, but Logan, Reese, and Tyler. And I realized this wasn't just another relationship. This was a family being born right before our eyes."
Her voice catches. "Reese has always given the best advice while rarely following it herself. She's been the rock for so many people, always putting others first. So watching her finally findsomeone who has chosen to put her first, who fights for her the way she fights for everyone else..." Elena raises her glass, tears shining in her eyes. "It's the happiest ending I could have wished for my best friend."
The dance floor opens with my father and me, swaying to Louis Armstrong’s “What a Wonderful World,” a song my mother loved so much. Dad tries to keep his composure, but I feel his shoulders shake slightly as he holds me.
"She would have loved him," he whispers. "And she would be so proud of you."
Before I can respond, Logan appears at our side, politely cutting in. Dad places my hand in his with a nod before stepping away, and suddenly I'm in my husband's arms. My husband. The thought sends a thrill through me.
"Hello, Mrs. McCoy," Logan murmurs, his hand warm at the small of my back as he pulls me closer.
"I like the sound of that," I tell him, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
His lips brush my ear, his voice dropping even lower. "I can't wait to get you alone."
Heat blooms down in my belly at his words and the promise in his eyes. "How much longer do you think we need to stay?" I ask.
His laugh vibrates through his chest. "At least until cake. Then we make our escape." He says.
As the evening progresses, I notice Tyler growing increasingly sleepy, his head nodding as he tries to stay awake. Jessica appears at our table, looking elegant in her dress, holding Tyler’s hand.
"I think someone's ready for bed," she says gently.
Logan picks Tyler up and kisses his head.
Jessica turns to me, surprising me by pulling me into a quick hug. "Congratulations. I’m truly happy for you both."
I return the hug, still amazed at how far we've all come. "Thank you for everything, Jessica. Really."
Logan hands the sleepy boy over to Jessica.
After they leave, it takes another hour before we can make our escape. Logan takes my hand and leads me across the resort grounds toward our suite, stopping occasionally to steal kisses under the starlit sky.
Our room is a converted barn loft, rustic and luxurious, with exposed beams and a king-sized bed draped in crisp white sheets with lots of pillows. My bridesmaids lit candles that flicker softly, and a bottle of champagne waits in a silver bucket.
Logan closes the door behind us, and suddenly the air feels charged with anticipation. He crosses to me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Hi," he says simply, reaching for my hands.
"Hi," I reply, suddenly shy despite everything we've shared.
His fingers trace the lace at my shoulder, a touch so light it makes me shiver. "I've been wanting to do this all day," he murmurs, pressing his lips to the curve where my neck meets my shoulder.
I tilt my head to give him better access, my eyes fluttering closed as his mouth moves up my throat. "Do what, exactly?"
"Get you out of this dress." His fingers find the first tiny button at my back. "Slowly."
He turns me gently, and I feel each button giving way under his careful touch, his lips following the path of exposed skin. "My wife," he whispers against my spine, the words filled with wonder. "You're my wife."
The dress falls to my feet, leaving me in the sheer lace lingerie I chose specially for tonight. Logan shakes his head as he takes me in.
