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Chapter Nine

We just sat and enjoyed the view from the balloon for a while. At last, Logan decided that we had spent enough time up in the air. He gently lowered the balloon to the ground and thanked the operator sincerely. The operator smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said. Logan and I both laughed.

"Oh, we did!" I grinned. The operator smiled one last time, and Logan and I left. We traveled back to the hotel quickly and spent the rest of the day swimming and enjoying the hotel. That night, we both fell asleep as soon as we laid on the bed.

In the morning, we both headed back to our house. I immediately called all of my friends and told them that I was getting married to Logan. They all wished me the best. My only regret was that I had no way of contacting my mom. Oliver's old threat still hung above my head, making me look behind me everywhere I went. Logan and I began planning our wedding, and soon, the date arrived.

The day of our wedding was overcast, but warm. At Logan's insistence, I hired a couple of plain clothed police officers. Logan's mom and Abby helped me do my hair and makeup. I fidgeted uncomfortably in my seat, waiting for it all to be over. At last, Brenda turned the chair around so that I could see their handiwork. I gasped. The person in the mirror looked older, more elegant. I turned to the two woman, tears of joy glistening in my eyes. "Thank you so much!" I sniff. Both women patted my back.

"You're very welcome." I managed a watery smile. Brenda glanced at the clock. "It's time to take you to the church. We don't want to keep Logan waiting," Brenda winked. I blushed, but allowed my friends to lead me down the stairs and out to the car. Once I am seated inside next to Abby, Brenda began the drive to the chapel. Within minutes, we pulled up, and I was helped out of the car. There was already a big crowd inside. I walked to the doors, then pushed them open. Logan was standing at the altar, his back to me. Jacob took my arm, walking me down the aisle. Finally, he placed my hand in Logan's. We joined hands, and the pastor began the ceremony.

"If anyone in this room objects to the marriage of these two people, speak now, or forever withhold your peace," the pastor commanded. I held my breath, half expecting Oliver to come in and object. However, nobody spoke up. Logan and I exchange vows, and the pastor told us to kiss. I happily complied, meeting Logan's lips with my own. Cameras flashed, and people swarmed over to congratulate us. I was in a bubble of happiness, feeling as if nothing could ruin this special day. Logan and I took to the dance floor, taking the first dance. We gently swayed to the song Always and Forever, lost in each other's eyes. Shortly after, everyone else crowded to the dance floor.

An hour later, Logan and I prepared to walk out the door to our newly decorated car. There was the squeal of pealing tires and the smell of burnt rubber. A red Cadillac swerved, barely missing Logan and I. Police swarmed to their cars, beginning to chase the vehicle. The Cadillac lost control shortly after, slamming into a pole. Police swarmed it, forcing the occupant of the vehicle out of the car. I gasped when I saw who it was. Oliver! The police dragged him to their cars, forced him down on the hood, then slapped handcuffs on him. I let out a sigh of relief. Oliver would never be able to harm us again.

Logan and I climbed into the car and began the drive to the airport. Soon, we would reach our honeymoon destination.

*THREE YEARS LATER*

I woke up to the sound of crying over the baby monitor. Logan and I's daughter was awake again. I sighed and got out of bed. When I got into her room, she was standing up in her crib, gripping the bars. I picked her up and cradled her in my arms. "Shhh, Ashley. It's okay. Momma's here," I crooned. There was a chuckle from the doorway.

"She really is a momma's girl, isn't she?" Logan asked. I nodded, gently rocking Ashley to sleep. At last, her eyes drooped shut, and her breathing fell into a regular rhythm. I placed her gently into her crib, then tiptoed out of the room. Logan followed me back to our bedroom. We both laid down on the bed, and within seconds, we were both asleep.

The doorbell rang and woke both Logan and I up. I glanced at the clock. It was only 8:00 in the morning. I grumbled, then went downstairs to answer the door. My mom stood in the doorway. I hugged her tightly, still thankful that she managed to survive Oliver's abuse. She came back shortly after Oliver was arrested. They had been living in Europe until that point. "Do you want someone to take care of the little munchkin so that you and your husband can have a night out on the town?" my mom asked. I nodded happily.

"If you wouldn't mind, then sure!" I smiled. My mom walked in the house, and I shut the door behind her. Logan walked down the stairs. I quickly explained my moms offer. Logan's face split into a huge smile, and he hugged my mother as well. We both got dressed quickly, then got ready to visit our favorite restaurant. Ashley waved her small hand at us as we left. My mom grinned, waving as well. I let out a content sigh. Oliver was in jail, never to hurt us again, Logan and I were very much in love, and we both had a beautiful little daughter that we loved very much. Life was good.

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