The Darker Side of Me

*Epilogue*

I felt myself wake up, but didn't bother to open my eyes. Instead, I buried my face in my pillow and inhaled the woodsy scent of Logan who had slept on that pillow last night. I felt the bed dip under the weight of my husband and smiled.

"Good morning Noah," he whispered kissing my temple.

I smiled and turned slightly to face him. "Morning baby," I said stretching.

I sneakily slipped my arms around his neck. He chuckled lowly and leaned down to kiss me. I giggled as his hands found their way to the sides of my body and pulled me up to sit on his lap. It was nice to kiss him like this again. About a year after we graduates I got pregnant and gave birth to beautiful twins and Logan almost immediately started taking at home classes and got a job to help support us. My parents and all of Logan's family told him to forget about it because they would help pay for the basic necessities but he insisted that he wanted to help by himself. I disagreed at first because I hardly ever see him anymore but he always comes home at night to spend time with the family. But today was Tuesday and he had no classes and took the day off work.

"Happy birthday," he smiled when he pulled away.

"Awe thanks baby," I gushed.

"Now come on, out of bed. We have a big day and your kids want to see their beautiful mommy."

I groaned again and he chuckled and pressed one last kiss on my lips before leaving the room. I got up out of bed and walked towards my dresser. I wasn't sure what I wanted to wear on my big day yet, so I just pulled out a pair of boy-short underwear and matching bra as well as an orange tank top. I went into the bathroom and showered quickly all the while smelling eggs and bacon downstairs. I got out, dried off and creamed myself with the new mango scented cream that I'd ordered from Avon. I got dressed in the little amount of clothing I picked out and walked downstairs as I pulled my hair back into a ponytail for the day. As soon a I reached the landing, Jesse and Zach both ran up to me and flung themselves into my arms. Jesse had my eyes and Logan's jet black hair, but it was shorter. Zac had longer brown hair like mine and Logan's electric blue eyes.

"Happy birthday mommy!" they both screamed.

"Thanks boys," I giggled as I out then down on their own feet.

They dragged me over to the kitchen where Logan was making bacon and eggs for breakfast. I sat the boys down at the island and walked in to where Logan had his back facing me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and felt him chuckle. I slipped my hands under his shirt and started to feel up his stomach on his abs. I heard a low groan come from the back of his throat and started kissing on his neck. "Whatcha making baby?" I asked suggestively.

"Breakfast," he answered. "It was supposed to be a surprise but because you decided to come and rape me I guess you can see it."

I giggled and let go of him. "I didn't see a thing." I walked away back to the island as he brought out 3 plates of bacon and eggs for the boys and I. I widened my eyes and gasped dramatically. "Oh my gosh Logi-bear, you shouldn't have! For me?" I gushed.

He laughed wholeheartedly at my amazing acting skills and put the plates in front of us. He turned back to grab his plate and stood in front of me to eat. "Its the most I could do for my gorgeous wife on her birthday," he said leaning over the island to kiss me.

We pulled away and I giggled as he took one of the strips of bacon off of my plate and fed it to me. I moaned in pleasure from the taste and continued eating. It only took about 10 minutes to finish but because the boys were still young, we had to convince them to finish before their food got cold. Finally, they finished eating and I took both of their plates to the sink to wash them but Logan stole them from me and told me to go and sit down. When I asked him why, he just merely said that he wasn't going to let me work on my birthday. I pouted but went to sit at the island again while the boys went to their rooms to get changed for the day. I stared at Logan as he washed the plates and the skillets he used. When he was done, he turned around to face me and dried his hands with the floral print towel we kept hung on the stove.