CLANDESTINE | HS |

FORTY

Harry

Two Years Later

Christmas.

One of the best holidays of the year.

This year, Logan and I argued about what color lights to put on the house and whether the theme for our tree should be candy or fruit.

Naturally she won, which meant that the tall tree in the corner of my living room was covered in watermelon, cherries, and even a few grapes.

As ridiculous as it was, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Presents sit stacked under the evergreen branches, ones with perfect wrapping and bows. Then next to those are ones that look like they were taped together within an inch of their lives.

I told Logan that I would wrap her presents for her but she just ignored me.

Well, she ignored me until she couldn't.

The last two years of my life have been some of the best with her.

From the vacations to Italy and France and even to the mornings where she rolls over and presses her face into my chest, there isn't a single thing I'd rather do with my life than spend it with her.

To marry her.

To be her husband.

Standing in the bathroom on Christmas morning, it's all I can think about.

Today we would pack up the presents we had under our tree and make our way over to my parents house. Diane and Warren would be there so that we could spend the holiday together.

Just like we have time and time again.

It felt like a dream the way our parents managed to become best friends— even going on their own vacations without us. Diane was still cancer free and was able to work with kids suffering from cancer, volunteering her time to them like the selfless woman that she was.

Pulling a shirt over my head, I stretch my arms as I walk out of our bedroom and into the living room. Logan sits on the couch with a cup of coffee in her hand and a few terribly wrapped presents in front of her.

Toto stretches along her side where she's happily spent the last few years.

Without a doubt, Logan was still her person.

She even made me get a stocking just for her— one with a golden 'T' on it.

"I thought we weren't doing presents for each other?" I fold my arms as I lean against the doorframe.

Meeting my gaze, she shrugs. "Yeah well, you can't tell me what to do."

"I see you feel like breaking my heart this morning." I nod towards her as my eyes travel over her torso. "On a holiday too."

The sweater that has become more of an inside joke with us than anything before covers her body. "I was cold."

"Like there aren't a million other sweaters in this house." I roll my eyes as I sit on the ottoman in front of her. "I can't believe you broke the rules and bought presents."

"You'll like them." She leans over to sit her cup on the end table, the fabric slipping just enough to show me a slice of her skin along her shoulder. "I promise."

I open the packages, small gifts that only her and I would use, ones that we had talked about but had yet to add to our collection.

"You're right— I do love them." Pressing my lips to hers, I take my time as she opens up to me.