Sandra Sheen is a 18-year-old girl who just finished high school and decided to take a gap year before going to college, in order to gather money. When she starts working in a coffee place near a police station, she finds herself surrounded by polic...
When I see the ring I gasp, putting my hand on my mouth.
"Oh, my God, Logan this is hella expensive" I say, looking at him with wide eyes
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"Says the woman who makes 4 times what I make..." he retorts playfully
"Irrelevant! This must have cost you 3 paychecks"
"It doesn't matter, San. All that matters is you saying yes. And, please, do so, because I think I'm starting to look like a fool" he says, looking at me with his puppy eyes
"Of course it's a yes, u dumbass!" I say and he gives me one of his biggest smiles, before falling on me, hugging me and making me squeal and then laugh, as the others start clapping and shouting
"I finally wore her down. Now she has to put up with my bs with no easy way out" Logan exclaims proudly, making everyone laugh and me pull away and slap his chest playfully, playing offended. He then laughs and pulls me into a kiss, making everyone clap and shout again.
"Ok, people, calm down. It won't be anything fancy. Just a simple wedding at city hall, with all y'all and then just a dinner party at the house. That's it!" I clarify and Logan bows
"Whatever my queen wants" he says and then kisses me again. Our kiss gets interrupted by Savina crying over the intercom, making me go to her.
When she's fed and back asleep, I go back outside and Logan proceeds by putting the ring on my finger, and we finally start having dessert.
~~~
When we go back home, late in the afternoon, I put the twins to sleep and then I breastfeed Savina once again. After she falls back asleep, I finally get to change and prepare for work tomorrow. As I'm standing in front of the mirror, trying to find what to wear tomorrow, Logan comes and wraps his arms around my waist from behind and leaves a kiss on the side of my head.
"This looks nice" he says, looking at the mirror the jumpsuit I'm holding in front of my body
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"It does because I'm not wearing it. If I put it on, it will look hideous..."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because it's very tight and my body isn't ready for it yet"
"I think that if you put it on, exactly because it's tight, it will hold everything in the right place. And since it's dark blue, it will hide anything that might not sit well" he says and I tilt my head, thinking about it
"What the hell, I'll wear it" I say and hang it outside the closet
"There's gonna be a photoshoot in the morning... " he says and I smile, turning to look at him
"How can you be this calm and supportive and all that after all those years with me? Even my dad wasn't able to maintain such calmness after so many years of dealing with my bullshit" I say, putting my hands on his chest
"I have found the way to calm you and say all the right things in order to have the least amount of whining"
"That's also a perspective" I say and we chuckle, before leaning in for a kiss
"I want to tell you something I thought about..."
"Oh, God, what now?" I ask, completely done with his ideas for today
"Who's done with whose bullshit now?" he asks jokingly, raising an eyebrow
"Obviously me. Come on, spill it so I can just go to sleep and forget it"
"This you're gonna like: I thought about what you said last night about not wanting any more children..."
"I'm not ruling it out, I just need a long break"
"Of course, I understand. That's why I thought about having a vasectomy"
"What?"
"Yes. I don't want you to take pills or use another method of contraception, because I've read that they all have side effects, so I decided that I should be the one taking the bullet. Especially since you're the one that goes through all the shit; the periods, the pregnancy, the labor...Having a vasectomy is the least I can do" he explains, making me tear up and hug him
"I love you so much. I don't know how it's possible after 17 years, but I feel like, in times like this, my love for you only grows bigger and stronger"
"Trust me, I know. There are days that I look at you and I just think of how it's possible to love you so much and how, day by day, I love you more. Even if you just sit there, reading a book or cooking or breastfeeding"
"God, whenever I see you playing with the kids, I want to cry" I say, pulling a little away to look at him
"I think this is a universal thing... "
"It is, but it hits different when it's your own man with your kids"
"I won't argue with that. It works in my favor anyway" he says cockily and I chuckle
"Will you ever stop being cute and hot at the same time?"
"Have you seen how fine I'm aging? Of course not!" he says and I slap his arm. Then, he puts his hands on the back of my thighs and picks me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist, as he pushes me back on a wall
"Thank God, I thought we wouldn't have sex tonight" I comment, looking at him in the eyes
"I proposed to you few hours ago, of course we're gonna fucking celebrate. Or, rather celebrate fucking" he replies before crashing his lips on mine...
~~~
Indeed, a few months later, we got married at the city hall, with Jess and Logan's best friend, Ryan, as witnesses. After that, we had organized a party at our house, with catering and a small band. We also managed to take a couple of weeks off work to go for our honeymoon. We couldn't leave our kids behind, of course, so we took Logan's mom with us to help us spend more time together with our minds at ease.
~~~
"Are you scared?" I ask him as we wait for the doctor to call him in for his vasectomy
"Scared, no, anxious, yes. I read about it and some feel pain after, some feel nothing, so I don't know what to expect..."
"Well, whatever it is, we will deal with it. Are you sure you want to go through with it, though? I don't want you to do it just to get the weight off of me..."
"I'm doing it for both of us. We agreed that we don't want any more kids, at least for the time being, and we shouldn't have the anxiety of you getting pregnant every time we have sex and I feel silly using condoms after we've been together for so long..."
"Alright then. Thank you, though, it's a big relief" I say, taking his hand. He smiles at me and leans in for a kiss
A few minutes later, the doctor calls him in.
"I'll be right next to you when you're done..." I reassure him and after giving him a kiss, he goes to get prepped...
