Letters to an Optimist

epilogue

"Happy anniversay!"

Blanca jumped and turned around with her hand on her thumping heart before squeling and running towards his outstretched arms. Blanca missed him, she hadn't seen him in almost half a month because of business travels and was worried he wouldn't be able to come home in time for their anniversary.

She jumped into his arms, her own wrapping themselves around his neck before helping her push herself to her face was in level with his. She smiled at him, ice blue eyes full of warmth and happiness before she lowered her mouth to his and gave him a soft kiss. Memories of his own lips on her the first time he kissed her. She was in the hospital, stuck in a coma but she couldn't ever forget that undying kiss Logan shared with her.

"I missed you, B."

She smiled against his lip and pecked them again before mumbling the same. He grinned and helped her down before taking her hand, and twirling her around in a circle. "I have a surprise for you."

Blanca was confused, she didn't know what Logan had up his sleeves but she wanted to find out, she was curious; she was always curious when it came to Logan. Him and his spontaneous acts. Blanca grinned at the memories of his actions and 'surprises' he had done in the years they had been together. Her grin grew bigger when she felt Logan cover her eyes with his hands and kiss the back of her head. "Lo, I might fall."

"I won't let you fall, B," he murmured and gave her a second kiss but at the nape of her neck instead. "I really missed you, B, you wouldn't believe how much I drove Dave and Ellie mad with my ramb-"

Blanca giggled and shook her head, recalling Ellie complaining about Logan's worries and how she'd kick him out of her house if he carried on annoying her with rambles and inquiries on her cooking. "Ellie's cooking is amazing, by the way."

 That made Logan pause and turn Blanca around so that she was facing him, he tucked away the lose black strands of her hair before her ear and gave her a questioning look, before pouting. "You're supposed to agree with me, that's what wives do!" He whined and widened his eyes like Ellie did when she pouted. 

Blanca giggled and slapped her husband lightly on the shoulder before hugging him. "I can't when it comes to Ellie's lasagna, just yum," she sighed, imagining herself eating one of Ellie's famous lasagna. She was great at cooking Italian, probably because she lived there for three years, before moving back to England. 

Which was were Blanca and Logan stayed near by. They didn't live in England, but they did live in the United Kingdom-- in Aberdeen, Scotland's third most populous city.-- for two years before moving to Loire Valley, which is a region in the center of France. It wasn't were Blanca was from though, she was from Bordeaux, the poorer side of Bordeaux which is hidden to the naked eyes, but not from those who live in it.

A picket fenced villa, with a large garden for picnics or gatherings, five bedrooms-- Logan and Blanca's bedroom, two guest rooms, and Ellie's room, which she re queried it be hers considering she visited them for a week every two months. The last bedroom was empty, with a single bed, a drawer for clothing, a closet, along with a study desk. Similar furniture in every bedroom.-- a dining room, a large kitchen, --which Logan fell in love with after noticing how much pies could be baked at once,.Logan loved pies.--  the living room of a lifetime as Logan cleverly named it, and the multiple bathrooms and spare rooms that dotted the house. 

All in all, it was Blanca's home, her and Logan's home. Her Logan, and her home with him. 

"What happened about our little surprise, hmm, Logan?" 

Logan smirked and hugged her from behind as her dragged her into the house from her position of standing on the front lawn with an iced tea in one hand and the other covered her waist. "Right here, B."