Page 57 of Fighting Happily Ever After

“Damn, woman,” he whispered as she neared. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack before we even tie the knot? You look amazing.” He didn’t bother to hide his open appraisal of his wife-to-be. “Seriously, absolutely amazing.”

She took his hand and squeezed. “You don’t look too bad yourself. Who knew you cleaned up so well?”

All of their family and friends—who had all forgiven them for trying to lie about their relationship only a few weeks earlier, because obviously they had all seen the truth before they had—had joined them by the river for their ceremony. It wasn’t the usual ceremony site, but another spot Logan had discovered weeks earlier, which happened to be a special spot of Faith’s as well. He knew there was a reason he liked it.

A tiny meadow, with a rock outcropping on one side, there’d been no room for chairs next to the river that was moving slow so late in the season, but still bubbled over the rocks, providing the perfect background noise. Their guests circled them as Dee performed their ceremony that she’d written just for them.

Secretly, Logan was glad they were recording it because there was no way he was going to remember all of the details that had them laughing at times and crying at others.

But then it was finally their turn to say their vows. It was a moment Logan had been waiting for longer than he cared to admit. Some might say he was rough around the edges, and not a romantic, but he’d just spent the last few months surrounded by weddings. And the love of his life. He knew exactly what was to be said. But it was Faith’s turn first.

“Logan, it hasn’t always been easy with us.” Faith started speaking. “But easy isn’t any fun. Easy isn’t exciting, and that’s what makes us so perfect. Thank you for being the challenge I’ve always needed, the support I never knew I needed, and the safe place I’ll always need. I vow to support you and love you for the rest of my life.”

Logan reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek. He never thought he’d see the day that Faith Turner would be standing before him, reciting vows with a tear in her eye. But damn, was he ever glad that day was here.

“Faith,” he began. “I have loved you my entire life. It just took me a little bit to figure it out.” A titter of laughter went up among their guests. “But now that I know it, I’ll never let you go.” He paused for a beat. “I vow to always keep you wild. To challenge you and fight for you every day. I promise to never make a bet with you again, unless there’s no chance either of us will lose.” They both laughed. “Because as long as I have you, I win. We both win.”

“We do.”

“Hey,” Dee interjected with a laugh. “You’re skipping ahead.”

“We always do,” Logan said as seriously as he could before looking at Faith once again and squeezing her hand in his. “And last but not least, I vow to cash in my prize from our very first bet, every single night for the rest of my life.” Her face went red the way he knew it would but because no one else knew the terms of their bet, it was perfect. He blew her a kiss and she shook her head with a laugh.

“I wouldn’t expect or accept anything less.”

Dee completed the rest of the ceremony, they finished with a kiss that was only a teaser for what would happen later that night, and their friends and family broke into a cheer before closing the circle into a tight group hug.

“Pretty wild summer, hey?” Levi put a beer in front of him hours later, at their reception dance. Faith was out on the dance floor with a circle of women around her, throwing up her arms in aGreasemedley. And as much as Logan liked to dance with her,Greasewas one he would happily sit out.

He lifted the beer in gratitude. “It was definitely one for the books.” He took a large swallow. “But I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Me neither.” Levi lifted his beer. “Except, of course, for Hope being sick. But…”

“She’s going to be fine.”

“She is. And the baby.” Levi shook his head in wonder. “Who would have thought we’d be sitting here like this when I came back to town a few months ago? Crazy.”

“What’s crazy?” The men turned to see Damon, Nick, Brody, and Jeremy join them.

“All of it.” Logan shrugged.

They seemed to accept that answer and everyone lifted their drink in a cheers of solidarity.

“Well,” Nick said when they’d finished the toast. “I like the kind of crazy you guys have around here. I’ve been thinking of sticking around.”

Logan followed his gaze to the dance floor and a very specific redhead. “Your decision wouldn’t have anything to do with my sister-in-law, now would it?”

“Hard to say.” He winked at Logan.

But it was a problem for a different night. Besides, Stephanie could hold her own. Of that much he was certain.

They broke into chatter and laughter, taking turns ribbing one another the way only good friends can, which was why nobody noticed when the woman approached the barn door they were sitting next to. They didn’t notice as she knocked, which was futile considering the music was so loud anyway. And they didn’t notice when she walked straight up to their table. They, in fact, didn’t notice her until she cleared her throat right as the DJ was changing the song. In the musical lull, the woman’s voice rang out—and everyone noticed.

“Excuse me,” she said, somewhat timid now that everyone in the room was looking at her. “I was told I could find you here.” She shifted a bundle she held against her chest. Something else no one had noticed. A baby.

She looked directly at the table of men, but Logan couldn’t make out who she was looking at specifically, which was what made everything even a little more crazy when she said, “I have something for you.”

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