It was the same tune Logan always hummed when he cooked.
He looked up at me and smiled. “I like it here.”
Something inside me softened—like ice finally breaking after a long, hard winter.
Not everything can be fixed. But some things can be rebuilt. Slowly. Together.
Summer faded into fall.
We became a family of five.
There were difficult days—harder than I’d ever imagined. Homework meltdowns. Missed therapy sessions. Guilt I couldn’t fully explain or shake.
But there was laughter, too, filling the house. Pillow forts. Quiet hugs that said everything.
And one night, after the kids were finally asleep, Logan pulled me close and whispered, “I’m sorry. I never meant to break us.”
I studied him—really studied him—for the first time in months.
“You didn’t break us,” I said quietly. “You just made it harder to remember who we were.”
He let out a slow breath, his eyes shining with tears.
“But we’re still us, Logan,” I added. “That part never changed.”
He pressed a kiss to my forehead and murmured, “Thank you. For seeing the boy—not just the past.”
I smiled in spite of everything. “You’re welcome. But next New Year’s Eve? No surprises, okay?”
He chuckled softly. “I can’t promise that.”
Now we’re getting ready to celebrate New Year’s Eve again—this time, all five of us.
Aiden is wearing a party hat Harper decorated with glitter and stickers that won’t stay put. Owen is teaching him how to blow the party horns, and the two of them are competing to see who can make the most noise.
Last night, Logan kissed me like we’d made it through something most people never have.
Because we had.
We survived betrayal, confusion, and impossible choices with no clear answers. We endured grief that was never really ours to bear.
But we also learned something I never expected: love isn’t always neat or convenient or fair.
Sometimes it asks you to stretch beyond what you think you’re capable of. Sometimes it arrives as a teenage boy clutching a teddy bear in your hallway, silently asking if there’s space for one more.
And sometimes, the answer is yes—not because it’s easy, but because it’s right.
Family isn’t only about who you begin with. It’s about who you choose to hold on to.
And we chose Aiden—just as he chose us.
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