Page 91 of Broken Princess
Rowan had offered to help her when she was learning to walk again, and while neither of them had said anything to us yet, we knew something was happening between them. The fact that Rowan had recently moved into one of the spare rooms at Chloe’s apartment in order to ‘help her out if she ever needed it’ certainly didn’t do anything to allay our suspicions about their budding romance.
After everything Rowan had done for us, we trusted him with our lives, and so we trusted him with Chloe’s heart.
I hoped they would be very happy together.
Logan slipped his arms around my waist. “I’m sure you’ll get used to the size,” he said, locking his hands behind my back. “Besides, it’s closer to everything. I know you’re getting sick of driving all the way into the city every day.”
I nodded slowly. As the co-leaders of the new Order, Logan and I had to spend a lot of time in the inner city. That also meant a lot of time in the car, driving back and forth between Wonderland and the Order Hall.
“So what do you think?” Logan asked.
I smiled again. “I think you should take me inside and show me the rest.”
He grinned back at me and took my arm.
We spent the next ten minutes poking around the ground floor of the new mansion. It featured large open spaces with recessed ceilings, herringbone oak flooring, and bronze and alabaster chandeliers.
“It’s perfect,” I said, marveling at the understated elegance of the place.
“I’m glad you think so.” Logan held out a hand. “Want to look upstairs?”
“Sure.”
The master bedroom was even better than I expected. Spacious, light, and warm, with the biggest bed I’d ever seen.
“Come and look at this,” Logan said, heading over to a cream-colored door on one side of the room.
“Is that the bathroom?”
He shook his head. “That’s on the other side, near the walk-in,” he said, jerking a thumb toward a different door.
“Where does that door go, then?” I asked, forehead wrinkling.
He lifted a brow. “If you come over here, I’ll show you.”
I did as he said, and he gently smacked my ass with one hand as he opened the mysterious door with the other, making me giggle.
As I took in the new room, my laughter dried up, replaced with wide-eyed confusion.
A white crib sat in the center with a colorful mobile hanging overhead. To the right of that was a rocking chair and a baby swing, and on the left there was a dresser, a shelf packed with stuffed animals, and a changing table. The walls had an adorable sheep and cloud design stenciled around the top.
“This is a nursery,” I said, turning back to Logan. “But I’m not pregnant.”
“I know. But I wanted to show you that I don’t just want to live with you. I want everything,” he said. With that, he dropped to one knee and pulled out a little red box. “Marry me, Willow. Be my wife. Have my babies.”
One hand flew to my mouth as I stared down at the glinting ring in the box. “Oh my god,” I said breathlessly.
“We don’t actually have to start with the babies anytime soon,” Logan went on. “Right now, I just want to marry you.”
“I…” I faltered, too shocked to form a coherent response.
Logan grinned and raised an eyebrow. “You’re really surprised about this?” he asked.
“Well, honestly… I thought we were already engaged,” I replied, cheeks flushing hot.
His forehead wrinkled. “Because of the contract?”
“Yes.” My face grew even hotter. “But now that I’ve said it out loud, I realize how stupid it sounds.”
