Full Strength

Sixty Six-Lillian❤️‍🩹

We all know how this story ends.

Logan wins the championship in game seven with a crazy, impossible goal at the horn, securing the title of the best team in North America, while simultaneously winning MVP despite not having played for half a season. He proposes to me at center ice, we get married a week later, and we ride off into the sunset happily ever after.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but basically none of that happened.

The Dragons did make it to the conference final, but they lost in game seven. Logan himself scored only two more goals throughout the rest of the playoffs, along with a few assists. He still didn't play his usual minutes, since Coach Jay didn't want to send him into the offseason somehow even more injured. But Logan closed out the season with great playoff numbers, which was more than he could've hoped for.

Graham, however, did win the playoff MVP title. Despite not even making the finals, everyone agreed that the Dragons wouldn't have even gotten to the conference final without him, never mind pushing it to a game seven. His playoff stats were impressive: twenty goals and fourteen assists. There was no denying he deserved the massive silver trophy presented to him the following week of the game. It also helped lift the spirits of his teammates, who were disappointed in the loss but proud to have played under such a devoted captain.

Jade, our favorite criminal, was sentenced to eleven years in prison. She still was trying to kick up a storm, saying that the whole trial had been unfair and everyone was siding with Logan because, well, it's Logan. She never got much traction on it and is now rotting in a cell somewhere in Colorado.

Maisy and Rachel were signed up for preschool, which would start in August. Maisy was already worrying about it, and Rachel was already preparing her backpack and what she would wear on the first day. Nick and Lina were also going to take the girls to Disney in the summer, which was helping distract them from the whole preschool business.

Eve was going to continue teaching through the summer, along with the side job of babysitting for Nick and the other side job of working at an ice cream shop. She'd also recently come into a great wealth of books, and was now slowly making her way through her never-ending TBR.

Adam had a retirement party in June, which Logan and I went to together. When I say retirement party, what I really mean is that a yacht off the coast of Mexico was floating for six days. Adam, who was too old for such wild things, had gotten roped into the Cool Retirement Party (CRP) due to being friends with Harry, Graham, and Logan. The yacht party was fun, but everyone noticed that Adam was in bed by ten o'clock each night.

Another casualty: Harry's contract expired, and the Dragons' general manager couldn't resign him due to the salary cap. The whole team was devastated, but Harry tried to make the best of it, signing with New York for a lot more money than he'd made last year. His farewell party was also wild: a rave at his house that resulted in one of his friends being arrested and his couch being stolen right out from under his nose. No, those two things were not related. Logan and I attended, but only for twenty minutes for Harry's sake. We weren't the raving kind.

And now for the million-dollar question: what happened to Logan and me?

"I've lost my key," Logan said, patting his pockets with his fingertips.

"Here's mine," I laughed, pulling the card out from my purse, which was currently hanging from his wrist. It was hard considering I needed my arms wrapped tight around his chest to hold on, but I managed.

Logan swiped the card and the door unlocked, letting us tumble into our hotel room. He set me back on my feet, which weren't aching quite so badly now that he'd carried me all the way from the restaurant. I wasn't built to walk the streets of Paris for hours on end in heels. Logan had valiantly offered to carry me back to our hotel, his arm under my knees and carrying my purse. Meanwhile I carried my sparkling, strappy heels, wishing they hadn't left such angry red marks on my feet.