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V. him

h i s f r i d a y;

I hadn't slept this good in quite some time. I woke with a smile on my face, not in any way bothered by the sun that shined into my eyes. I was beyond happy, I was ecstatic. The fact that I had finally developed some sort of stepping stone with Logan was the most indescribable feeling. I had never fallen so hard for anyone in my life, that could probably have to do with the fact that I always cared for Logan.

I believed in love at first sight, that you could know your soulmate even before you know yourself. I wouldn't say I loved Logan. I couldn't say I loved her. I had never been in love before and though it felt like how they described it in movies or books I couldn't be sure, not for some time. As far as I knew it was simply a crush she developed on vacation.

Logan was a gorgeous woman. She was probably extremely sought after, so much that to her every fling was exciting. My goal: not to be a fling but to be more. To be the person she laughed with, cried with, cherished. Though this could only be achieved over time I would make it a possibility because for her it was worth putting everything on the line.

I showered and dressed in a nice red flannel and tan shorts, a towel wrapped around my shoulders to catch any droplets of water from my damp hair. It was only nine and there was an entire day ahead of us. I walked downstairs to the image I had grown familiar of; Dad at the table reading and sipping tea and Mom cooking in the kitchen.

A smile crept onto my lips. The sight if Mom actually in the kitchen and Dad waiting to be served was so abnormal. Normally Mom was gone by this time and Dad still wasn't up but for the first time in a long time they broke their normal routines. For the last three days Mom had gotten Dad up at around eight and took him for a walk with her, then she'd prepare breakfast, and the two would marvel in each other's company. I would forget how precious this time away at the cabin was.

"Oh Edison good morning honey," Mom called from the kitchen. She was making red velvet pancakes and they smelled fantastic.

"Good morning. I was wondering can I take the Buick into town in a little?" I asked as I sat down and waited to be served.

Dad glanced up from his book and raised a curious eyebrow. "What for?" He inquired, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

A blush spread on my cheeks before I shrugged responding, "I wanted to take Logan and maybe go to the gift shops."

"You're going to get her a present!?" Mom said startling me as she placed a plate down in front of me. She hadn't said a word before and I didn't even notice her finish the pancakes.

I cleared my throat before I began eating the pancakes. I pointed to my now full mouth as if I couldn't speak. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to devouring the delicious pancakes.

   Mom smiled slyly at me saying, "I think a necklace would be charming. She has a beautiful neckline."

   I nearly choked on my food. I wasn't aware Mom had payed such attention to Logan but then again she was my mother. Anything involving me she paid too much attention to, it was her self proclaimed right. Once I had choked down most of my pancake I sighed deeply finally giving her the satisfaction she wanted, "Maybe."

   That was enough to get a cheery smile from her. She began to hum as she continued working on her own pancakes.

   Dad stayed quiet, glancing up from his book and food every so often. He finished before us and lifted his plate, wheeling into the kitchen and placing his dishes into the sink. "When you're done Edison why don't you meet me on the patio," he suggested before exiting the screen door.