Cora is already dancing around her new room, and I’m taking in a fresh breath of new air.
“Cora,” Logan says with child-like excitement in his voice. “What do you think? Do you like what I did?”
I don’t know what he’s talking about so I head down the hall to her room and peek inside. “Holy crap.” He decorated her room to look like a princess’s castle—it’s a bedroom any little girl would dream of.
“This is all mine?” Cora asks. “Will I be sharing it with baby Dickle?”
“You told her that name?” I ask Logan.
“No, I did not. She must have heard you. I don’t think I’ve called our daughter by that ridiculous name, Hannah.” Logan laughs, pointing his raised brow at me. “Maybe you should just call your sister ‘baby girl’ until we have a real name for her.”
“No, I like Dickle,” Cora laments.
Logan lowers his head and laughs a little more. “Anyway, this room is all yours, sweetie,” Logan tells her.
Cora runs into Logan’s arms, and he lifts her up and swings her around before placing her on top of the castle that has a gated play area with a small table and a tea-party setting. “I love it!”
“Watch this,” Logan says. He climbs beneath the platform, and his head pops up through a hole. He rises up a foot and rests his elbows on the little table. “I’m too big to climb up, so I made a different entrance so your mom and I can join you for your tea parties.” Cora covers her mouth and giggles so hard her eyes squint shut. “I have one more question too …”
“Whatever it is, the answer is yes,” Cora says.
We’ll need to work on that as she gets older.
He leans over and whispers in her ear, and Cora says, “My answer is still yes.”
“Okay, good.” Logan disappears from the hole he climbed through and doesn’t pop back out from underneath the castle’s platform for a long minute.
I don’t know what he’s doing, but my phone’s buzzing in my back pocket. Probably Alan wondering why I decided to take a personal day when I’m not sick or dying.
I turn on the display and find a Words With Friends notification. What the heck?
I open it up, and it’s a blank game.
“Logan, did you just send me a game request?”
“Yeah, sorry,” he says climbing out from under the castle. “I was hoping I’d get lucky and have certain letters to choose from but …”
He has a pile of wooden tiles that he places down in front of me, spelling out the words: M-A-R-R-Y M-E
“Oh my gosh,” I sigh, feeling my chest tighten like a knot.
“I thought I would never have it all, Hannah. My world seemed to end when my baseball career ended, and I thought that was it for me, but you and Cora have proven that I can have it all, and this is better than I expected life could be. I want this—us, plus a cute kid with a sassy attitude who I can have tea parties with.”
“I do like tea parties,” Cora adds in. “And I love Beefcake Batman, Mommy.”
My hands are pressed against my chest, preventing my heart from exploding.
I glance back down at my phone from the notification he sent and realize there’s a little bit of fate playing with us today because I happen to have the letters I need on the game board to respond to his question.
I place the letters, Y-E-S, out in a row and click play. When I look up, he’s on his knee with a ring in his hand, smiling, with a look I’ve only seen when I watched the video of him walking up to the plate on the baseball field. I wondered what it would take to bring that smile back.
“Mommy, say yes!” Cora says as she climbs down from the platform.
He asked Cora first, which means he can have my heart.
“I already did, sweetie.”
“You did?” Logan asks? “I didn’t get a notification.” I throw my head back and roll my eyes. “Damn Internet.”
“Yes, Logan, I will marry you.” I rush to him and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him with as much force as I can offer, so he knows how much feeling is inside of that three-letter word. “You’ll always be my Dickle.”
As the moments pass by, and Cora’s hug loosens from our necks, she looks at Logan and says, “Tell her.”
“Tell me what?” I ask, looking at them.
“Alan just announced his retirement, and Brett was promoted. Oh, and Nick and Taylor were let go on several counts of sexual harassment. Weird, right?”
“So weird,” I say with a laugh.
“Oh, and I might have overheard who the new vice president of the company is going to be …”
“What? How would you hear that?”
“Brielle was at the company meeting this morning,” he says with a laugh. I missed the company meeting—it’s the first one I’ve ever missed. “Your name was announced, and they said you’d be claiming your new title tomorrow.”
Holy crap. “Are you serious?”
“Serious as ever,” he says.
“What about you?” The six-month temp term was only extended a few weeks, and there hadn’t been an approval from Alan on making Logan’s position permanent, so I’ve been worried about how that may turn out.
“Tech needs help, so I’m switching departments. It’s more of my thing anyway, and that way, we’ll keep our personal life separate from work.”
“So, when I need IT support …”
“I’m your man, baby.”
“Yes, you are.”
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