“Thank you,” he whispered.
I looked down at him and smiled, “Logan, I knew the moment I met you that you were something special. And I knew then that I loved you.”
The call Bronson had gotten from his lawyer... it was to say that Logan was in the hospital.
It was a long road to recovery, but we got him there.
As a family.
Logan had a broken arm, a ruptured spleen, and three broken ribs, all from the beating his father had given him.
But it was nothing to the tube that his father was now breathing through after Bronson took care of the asshole.
They tried to press charges, but there was no evidence.
I smiled.
Just then, my other babies came into the kitchen.
“Hey, little bro,” Cole jeered as he high-fived Logan.
Madalyn came in then and kissed his cheek, “Missed you.”
Then they made their way to me.
Cole kissed my cheek, followed by Madalyn.
And for the two people who made me a mom first, would always hold the most special place in my heart.
As we all sat down for dinner, laughter abounded.
Our table was full of our family. And every night, another person joined us for dinner... Flynn.
I would be forever grateful for the life he had been more than happy to help me keep on living it.
It didn’t mean that my husband took it easy on him after he healed up.
I looked at Bronson, my husband, the love of my life, and smiled.
He winked.
Oh! And the shirts I ordered were a bust.
Because I apparently couldn’t hide anything from my husband for shit.
But that didn’t stop him from wearing the hell out of his shirt.
Future Fighter Coming Soon.
As for Logan... he wore his proudly,Big Brother in the Making.
Bronson
“Hey, Bax?” I asked.
Bax looked at me and jerked up his chin, “Yeah?”
“You okay if we have a daughter that I call her, button?”
