Page 23 of Defy
"Oh no you don't, Bella," Lisa chastises. "The guest of honor doesn't do the clean-up. You go on home to your husband. We'll take care of this mess."
Knowing better than to argue with her, I do what she says. Once I've made my way around the room to pass out hugs and thank my friends for showing so much love and support, I follow Alba out to her truck so that she can take me home.
On the way to my house, my sister and I pass Quinn, Reid, and Gabriel on their bikes. "The guys must have come by for a beer after work," I wonder out loud.
"Probably," my sister agrees.
When we pull up to the house, Logan is sitting on the porch with a beer in his hand. Setting it down, he makes his way down the steps and around the back of the truck to unload my purchases from the day and my shower gifts. When I step out of my sister's vehicle, I hear the rumble of a motorcycle. Looking to the end of the driveway, I see Gabriel. He's sitting on his bike smoking a cigarette. It's starting to get dark outside, and I know he's waiting for Alba to follow her home.
Glancing at my sister she smiles and rolls her eyes. Gabriel is protective, and he doesn't like Alba out at night. She may act annoyed at times, but I know she secretly loves it. Giving my sister one last hug and grabbing the last of the bags out of the back seat, I use my free hand to wave to her as she starts her truck and makes her way down the driveway. Once she's turned onto the road, Gabriel gives Logan a nod before he falls in behind her.
"Come on, babe, let's get this shit inside." When we walk inside, Logan shuts the door behind me and sets the alarm. "Come on, Angel; I have something to show ya."
Without question, I follow him up the stairs and briefly admire his ass on the way up. When Logan looks over his shoulder at me, he smirks…busted.I smile and shrug my shoulder, what can I say? My man has a fine looking ass.
When we make it to the end of the hallway, Logan pushes open the bedroom door that is across from ours. When he does the bag that was in my hand drops to the floor as I bring my hand up to my mouth. The sight in front of me is breathtaking. Taking a few more steps into the room my eyes scan every single inch of it, taking in its perfection. The walls have been painted light lavender. All the furniture I bought and had delivered today has been put together. The crib I chose is white along with a dresser and changing table. Hanging on the window is some heather grey curtains and next to the window is the grey rocking chair I picked out.
Everything is in its place, just as I described to my sister as we walked through each store.
With every piece I picked out, I would tell her exactly where I wanted it in the nursery.
Alba must have relayed my detailed description back to Logan. I notice the things in which I didn't buy today. Toys and stuffed animals. A bookcase filled with children's books.
"From your sister," Logan tells me when I walk over to the bookcase and run my fingers along the spines.
"Of course it is," I smile.
Walking up behind me, Logan pulls me into his chest. "When your sister told me what she had planned for you today, I called up the guys and had them come help me."
I turn my body into his arms so I can face him, "How did I get so lucky?"
"I'm the lucky one, Angel," Logan declares right before his mouth crashes down on mine.
* * *
Four days later,Logan and I are in my car on the way to the hospital to pick up Breanna. I look over my shoulder into the back seat at the empty car seat. The same car seat that next time we get in this car won't be empty any longer. I'm brought out of my thoughts when I feel Logan's warm hand clamp over the top of mine.
"Stop fidgeting, beautiful. Everything is going to be fine. My dad said the other day our paperwork is in order. A lady with Social Services will be at the hospital to sign off and finalize everything. We're bringing our daughter home today. I promise."
"I know. I just can't help but worry something will go wrong. A part of me will keep worrying until the day comes when a judge makes her officially ours. I hate that we have to wait months for it to happen. So many things can happen over a six-month period." I sigh.
"Yeah babe, a shit ton of stuff can happen, but we're going to focus on starting our family. Nothing else matters."
"No more dwelling on the what ifs." Several minutes later we arrive at the hospital. I wait for Logan as he turns the car off, gets out and walks around to the passenger side and opens my door.
He holds out his hand, "You ready, Angel?"
Taking a deep cleansing breath and releasing it, I place my hand in his. "Yeah, let's do this."
Thirty minutes later Logan is holding a car seat with Breanna strapped in and we watch as the social worker signs on the dotted line. We are now officially Bree's foster parents. Next the doctor hands over the discharge papers along with an appointment card for her check-up she will need in two weeks.
"Best of luck Mr. and Mrs. Kane. I'll see you back here in two weeks," the doctor says with a handshake before walking off.
I turn my attention back to the social worker. "So, that's it?"
"Yes, Mrs. Kane that's it. You're free to take Breanna home," she smiles.
"Come on, Angel. Let's go home."
I look at my husband who is holding the car seat with our baby girl inside; I beam up at him and thread my fingers through his free hand. "Let's go home."
