I never thought my life would be like this; trapped in a dark room and scared for my life.
A blindfold was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, making me completely blind and on high alert.
My breathing was ragged and I could smell the mold tha...
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*5 years later*
It's been five years since the day I got Logan back. After that day, he finally quit the gang and made away with most of the money.
We left New York and started a new life in Charlotte, North Carolina.
My parents had given Logan their blessing to propose to me a year later and we got married in Oregon in fall.
The wedding was massive. People I didn't even know showed up. I was even able to invite Damien who was happy that I was happy. We still talk today every so often.
I searched under my bed, looking for that one shoe that always disappeared.
A whistle sounded from behind me, making me sit up. Logan stood at the door, leaning on the door frame. In his hand, dangling from his index was my shoe. "Looking for this?" He questioned, his right eyebrow raising mischievously.
I stood up and walked over to him, grabbing the shoe from him and dropping it to the floor. "Yes." I stood on my tippy toes and pecked him on the lips. "Thanks for finding it." I moved around him and went into our bathroom and pulled out my makeup.
Logan stood in the doorway, watching my every move. "Can I help you?" I asked snarkily, looking at him from through the mirror.
He shook his head and walked behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. "Can't I just appreciate my beautiful wife?" He pressed a kiss on my shoulder and looked up at me as I applied mascara to my eyelashes.
I sighed and finished with my mascara. "What do you want?" I looked at him suspiciously. He was only this nice when he wanted something.
He shrugged. "Nothing. Can't I just be nice to my wife and treat her like the queen she is?" His voice went a pitch higher and I automatically knew he's lying.
I looked at him and gave him the 'I-know-you're-lying' look.
He sighed and let me go. He hopped up on the counter and looked at me with a nervous smile. "So..." He started off, not knowing how to ask.
I waved with my hand for him to continue as I started applying my dark red lipstick.
"Have you ever thought about having kids?"
My movements stopped and I looked over at him, a shocked look taking over my face. "What?" I breathed.
I thought he didn't want to have kids.
He looked down at his hands nervously. "Would you maybe wanna have kids with me?" He asked hopefully, his eyes meeting mine. I could see a hopeful glint in his eyes and it warmed my heart.
"I thought you didn't want to have kids?" I asked, putting down my lipstick and giving him my full attention.
