Don't Let Me Fall(99)
my hand over. I glanced at him and his eyes were waiting for me.
“What?” I asked.
“Do you remember our first date?” he asked. I nodded. “You told me if I won Hunter, you’d give me whatever I wanted.” My eyes fell to his lips as he spoke and I started
thinking about that day. I thought he wanted a sexual favor but he just wanted my middle name.
“Are we going to have sex now?” I asked looking up into his eyes. “You cashing in a sexual favor?” I wouldn’t mind taking him into my old bedroom and doing things.
He smiled and pecked my lips.
“No.” Damn. “I was thinking about something.” His thumb caressed my hand and I was once again trying to see what he’s hiding. “I got you the bear. You told me your middle
name.” I nodded. “Well…” He finally let go of my hand. I turned it over and stared at a Hershey’s kiss. “It’s Valentine’s Day,” Logan said as I unwrapped the chocolate.
Only…it wasn’t a chocolate. It was almost shaped as one but I unwrapped it and a ring stared back at me. “Will you be my Valentine?” Logan murmured.
My eyes found his.
No…
“Logan,” I stared at the ring in my hands and then back at him. My middle name is Valentine. He’s not talking about me being his valentine, he’s talking about me being his
Valentine. “Baby, I was already yours,” I said dropping the carton of ice cream on the coffee table and throwing my arms around him.
I change my mind. I’d want to press pause and live in this moment. Right now. Because it honestly can’t get any better than this. Logan just proposed to me. And he did it in a way
that makes me feel special. He made me like my middle name. He just made me feel worth it. Wanted.
“Yes, I’ll be your Valentine,” I said pulling back to hold his eyes. I couldn’t say anything else and the smile on my lips hurts so I crashed my lips against his and let my
unspoken words flow between us.
“I love you,” I breathed. “Always.”
He slipped the ring onto my finger and glanced behind us.
“This was supposed to happen outside,” Logan said, looking back at me. “So everyone is waiting.”
“They knew?”
“Why else would they be here? Jacky and Remy are on Skype.” He kissed me again and I melted. Now it all makes sense. “We shouldn’t keep them waiting.”
“Wait…did you ask my dad if this was okay?” I asked glancing at the ring.
Logan smirked and said, “No.”
“Oh, this is going to be good,” I said breaking into a shit eating grin.
Dad loves Logan. He just wants to keep pretending I’m a little girl. And little girls don’t date. Or have sex. Or get married.
Dad will most likely beat the shit out of Logan for this. But then he’ll see how happy I am and rethink everything.
Logan helps me.
In more ways than one.
I love him.
“Baby…” Logan whispered as he leaned into me, his lips brushing my ear softly.
“Mm?” I asked closing my eyes, breathing him in.
“We’re pregnant.”
My eyes snapped open.
No!
This is not happening.
We just got engaged.
This is too fast!
I tried to pull away but Logan wrapped his arms around me and told me how he guessed it for the last two weeks. I don’t even want to know how he could tell. And I got my period
last week! It was light but I got it!
Logan’s been shoving food down my throat when the doctor called him and told him to keep watch on me because I’m ‘malnourished.’ Why the doctor didn’t tell me this is a f-
ucking mystery. f-ucking douchebag. I’m the mother! I’m going to be a mother! How is this happening?!
“We can do this, Rebeckah,” Logan said pulling away to look at me. His thumb running over my cheek, wiping away the tears is doing nothing to calm me.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
I can’t care for a baby!
I almost ended my life the first time hearing this news.
“What if I can’t–”
“No ‘what-if’s’. Just now. Live in the moment. I’m not letting you go. I won’t let you fall.”
Dammit.
The tears ran down my face as I shook my head.
“You already did,” I whispered.
His brows creased and the curiosity in his eyes made me smile.
“I fell for you.” Duh.
His hands fell to my hips as he dipped his head, his lips hovering over mine.
“Now you need to fly.”
The old me needs to fly. She needs to be free.
I need to be happy. Complete. Loved.
The old me has worries.
The new me has family.
My family.
“Okay,” I breathed, slipping my fingers into his hair. “We can do this.” I f-ucking hope so. Logan’s face is killing me. He loves this. Hopefully so can I. I mean, I have a few
months before I blow up like a balloon. I f-ucking hope and pray my tattoos don’t look weird!
I will always be the old Rebeckah. The tattooed, wild party girl. The girl who lost her best friend. The girl who lost herself. I will never forget her but it’s time to let her go.