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“Of course I am,” I say. There’s a lump in my throat, but I’ve literally never been happier. This is the moment my life has been leading up to. Everything he’s saying is making me want to rush into saying yes, yes, yes to everything, but I also want to hear the end of his speech. He smiles at me, his own eyes filling with tears.

“It’s not enough just to have you with me. I want to make you mine. I want to see a ring on your finger and know that I put it there. I want to know that we belong to one another for all of time. I’m not a very impulsive person when it comes to matters of the heart…some might say this is insanity, and that it makes no sense to rush…but I don’t see it that way. I don’t feel like I’m rushing. It feels like I’m perfectly on time. And with that in mind…will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and marry me?”

“Yes. Of course I will,” I whisper. I slide off the couch and onto my knees opposite him. He gently takes my hand, and I can feel him shaking a little. He removes the ring from the box and slides it onto my finger. And in that moment, the final piece falls into place. I lean in to kiss him, savoring every second that my lips are against his. His hands find my waist, pulling me in closer to him. As we pull apart, I lean my forehead against his.

“Thank you…that was perfect. You knew I wouldn’t want something over the top…it’s perfect.”

Logan’s finger traces my cheeks. “I’m glad you feel that way. Honestly…I was terrified. I didn’t know if you’d think it was too soon…but I’m glad you agree with me. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Isabella.”

“I can’t wait to give myself to you entirely, Logan.”

We kiss again and I close my eyes, happy in the knowledge that everything I wanted is now in the palm of my hand.

EPILOGUE

Logan

Five years later

I’ve been up since five a.m. I never expected Christmas to be such hard work, but I guess when you have three-year-old twins to please, the fun never really stops. This is the first year that our little tyrants have really been old enough to enjoy all of the Christmas traditions in full so we’re going all out, complete with stockings, parties and gifts for their little friends, taking them ice skating, and leaving notes and cookies for Santa. As I finish up with the stockings, I head into the kitchen and absentmindedly munch on a few Christmas cookies to try and wake myself up with a little sugar rush.

Last year, Isabella was fully into the Christmas spirit, but this year her second pregnancy has left her feeling a little sluggish, so I insisted she say in bed while I sort everything out. It’s the least I can do, after all. The woman is a trooper. Since we moved to L.A. and she started up her freelancing makeup service, she’s been busy as a bee, but she’s a full time mom too, keeping an eye on both of our little ones while working from her home studio. I made sure when we bought the house that she would have everything she needed to make her dreams a reality, and LA has proved to be the perfect place for it.

My own business has moved out here too. Or I should say, it’s expanded. The new office is in the heart of L.A. and has hundreds of employees. Listening to Isabella’s advice, I hired more women than men for the new office. The difference it has made for sales and morale in the company is amazing, and I know that I was foolish to let my company become a man’s world. Now, I know that the missing piece in the company was the other half of my heart. Since Isabella has been in my life, I’ve felt full for the first time, and it’s transformed my entire life.

It’s nearing seven a.m., so I know the girls will wake up soon. Iris and Ivy are early risers, which is completely not my style, but I’d do anything for them. Sure enough, I hear the patter of their little feet on the landing upstairs and I know exactly where they’re headed…to wake up their Uncle Joshua.

I run upstairs to stop them from disturbing him…I feel awful that he’s being woken up so early on his day off…but when I reach the top of the stairs, he’s already scooped them both up for a hug as he sleepily emerges from the spare bedroom. He smiles at me. Our friendship has never been stronger than it is now. When I married Isabella a few years into our whirlwind romance, he was there to walk her down the aisle and act as my best man. Since then, he’s been a great Uncle to the kids, proving time and time again that he is a family man at heart. He’s still on his own at the minute so he spends every holiday with us, which suits us just fine. We don’t see enough of him now that we’ve moved to L.A., leaving him behind, but it makes our time with him all the more precious.

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