"I'd like you all to meet Cable Xavier Sommers," Scott proudly announced as he held his newborn son for everyone to see. "Mother and son are both perfect and healthy."
Logan put his arm around Marie and kissed her brow. "More good news," he said.
Marie sighed, "I suppose."
"What suppose? Isn't Jean's baby good news?" Logan asked.
"Of course the baby's good news," Marie replied. "I meant the other. I can't believe they only gave Cliff three years."
Logan growled, "I know it upsets me. Hell, it outright pisses me off, but his slime ball attorneys plead him out."
"I know, Logan. And if he really was abused like that as a child I'm glad he'll get some help,: Marie said sincerely. "I'm just…"
Logan felt her shudder and knew what was on her mind. "Baby, you don't have to be scared of him anymore. He won't come after you and if he did, if he ever tried," Logan hugged her closer, "I really would kill him this time."
"I love you, Logan," Marie murmured against his broad chest.
"Me too," he replied. "Come on, I've got a surprise for you."
"What is it?" Marie whined. "I thought I told you no more gifts."
"I know you did," Logan sighed. "This is a gift you are going to like, I promise. And it is the last one for awhile."
Logan took Marie's hand and led her upstairs to the room they now shared. "Sit down on the bed and close your eyes," he instructed.
Marie could hear drawers rattling and the floor boards creaking as Logan moved about the room. There was silence and then his voice. "Okay, open your eyes."
Marie opened her eyes to see Logan down on one knee in front of her as she sat on the bed. Her eyes filled with tears when she saw, for she knew what was finally coming.
"Marie," he said, taking her hand in his. "I've thought about doing this so many times, I only hope it turned out the way I wanted it too." He opened the small velvet box to reveal a gold ring with three small diamonds at its center.
"Logan, I…" Marie began.
"Please, let me say this," Logan interjected and Marie fell silent. "I don't know exactly when it was that I fell in love with you, maybe when I saw you on that torch on the statue of liberty, maybe when you came to wake me up from that nightmare, maybe it was when you sassed me about not letting you ride in the back of my truck. Whenever it was, I know now that I'm in love with you, Marie. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
With that he slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her hand. "Will you marry me?"
Tears were his answer, tears of happiness. Marie looked at the ring on her finger, put her arms around his neck, and held him close. "Yes, Logan. I'll marry you."
The two hugged and kissed for a few more moments, then Marie spoke again. "Logan, you know I can't be one of those wives who does whatever you say and plays the shrinking violet…I don't want to disappoint you."
"Never, you could never disappoint me," Logan assured her. "After all, I knew the bride when…"
"When what?" Marie teased, all ready knowing what he was going to say. Logan loved that stupid mixer song.
"When she used to rock and roll," Logan chuckled, with a shake of his hips.
"Used to rock and roll?" Marie giggled. "Honey, you ain't seen nothing yet."