“You can still remember her,” she says.
“I know. And I will. But…This, us, it’sit. Before that day, I felt like this is where my life ended when my daughter left me but now I feel like this is the first day of the rest of our lives. And I know how that sounds.”
“But it’s true,” she murmurs, her voice trembling. “Oh, Logan.”
I smile. “You know, don’t you?”
She returns my smile as happy tears slide down her cheeks. “I’m hoping.”
“I would’ve done this a week ago,” I told her.
“But the planning permission….”
Hopefully, I smile – in a mysterious way – and then kneel.
She steps back, more happy tears flowing.
“Lucy Jacobs…” I take the ring box from my pocket and open it, displaying the diamond, a big one, shining, set within an elegant band. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she yells at once. “Oh my God. Yes, Logan.Yes.”
I reach over, take her hand, slide the ring onto her finger, then stand and take her into my arms.
Our lips magnetize like they did that first time when we couldn’t stop.
And then something starts thundering in the air.
We break off the kiss, looking up.
The helicopter cuts across the sky, then slows down and starts descending toward the tallest building in this neighborhood…which isn’t very tall, hence the permission.
“Are we going somewhere?” she asks.
“Yeah.” I hold her tighter. “We’ve got a whole weekend ahead of us. A spa, aroom….”
She moves closer to me. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I say fiercely, and we kiss again.
EPILOGUE
NINE DAYS LATER
Lucy
I stare down at the pregnancy test, so much love flowing through me that I can hardly take it.
It’s not the most romantic setting, with me sitting on the toilet, my underwear tangled around my ankles, but I know I’ll remember it forever.
Those two lines staring up at me.
Climbing from the toilet, I flush and get myself together. Washing my hands, I catch sight of myself in the mirror.
I look wide-eyed, almost like how I did when the police officers showed up at my door with the news about Dad before I even knew who Logan was.
But then a smile touches my lips, and I let it happen.
It’s like Logan said when he proposed. We can’t bury the past, ignore it. But this is a new chapter, and I don’t give a heckingheckhow cheesy it sounds. Because it’s ours, it’s beautiful and it’sours.