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Thinking about Logan makes me want to be with her, the way it always does. So I quickly stand, patting my dad on the shoulder as I do.
“I love you, Dad.”
“I love you too, EJ.”
As soon as I reach the back door slider, he yells out to me. “Logan Maddison. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” He throws his head back in laughter.
“Fucking hell, old man!” I shout back to him, rolling my eyes but loving the way her name sounds with mine.
When I make it back inside, I find my aunts and Mary gabbing away in the kitchen, but Logan isn’t with them. A few of the cousins are playing cards with my uncles at the dining room table, but she’s not there either. I wander the house until I make my way into the living room, but all I find is the back of Marc’s head as he watches the replay of the Lions game today.
“Hey, man, have you seen Logan?” I ask my brother.
He doesn’t reply but instead turns his head to look at me before holding his index finger up to his lips, telling me to be quiet. Then he points down at the couch next to him.
I walk around the sofa and can’t stop the smile from creeping across my lips when I find Logan passed out asleep with her head on a pillow leaning against Marc’s lap. She’s taking up most of the couch with her long legs, but Max found plenty of room next to her, cuddled up under her arm as he snores away.
Gently slipping my arms under her body, I pick her up and take a seat on the couch with her draped across my lap. She stirs for a moment until her head sinks into my shoulder, falling right back to sleep. Max isn’t having it as he readjusts, finding his way under Logan’s bare feet and dropping his head into my lap, right next to her.
I wrap my arms tightly around her, basking in the feeling of her body on mine.
“So,” Marc whispers, trying to hold back his amused grin. “You’re gonna go and marry my best friend now too?”
“Fuck me,” I quietly say, trying not to wake Logan. “Not you too.”
“I’m just giving you shit,” he laughs.
We sit and watch the replay of the football game in comfortable silence for quite some time.
“You know,” Marc says, breaking the silence. “I maybe haven’t said it enough, but I really do like you guys together,” he adds, referring to his best friend and me.
What the fuck was in this whiskey tonight that is making everyone in my family turn into total saps?
“Thanks, man. I know she makes me a better man and all that shit,” I say with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.
“Not just that, EJ. You make her better too. I know you’ve been a bit of a fuckup in the past,” he says with a laugh. “But she’s much more sure of herself with you.”
Well shit. First, my dad, and now my brother? Is everyone trying to fuck with my emotions tonight?
“I think it’s both of us, Marc. I think that maybe she feels like she belongs somewhere, like she has a family with you and me.” I reflect back to my dad’s earlier words about how he was once in Logan’s shoes, not having anyone in his corner until he met Mary.
Marc turns to me, giving me an understanding and grateful grin as I return the same.
“This is really fucking random, but did you know that she never had any pictures in her room when we were in Spain?” Marc asks. “I don’t know why, but for a college girl, I thought that was so weird. Then when she moved here, she only had that one of her parents.”
“I noticed that, too. But she has a couple more now. With us.”
“I know, that’s my point,” he says. “I think you’re right. I think Logan knows we have her back. That we are her family.”
We give each other a meaningful glance before Marc changes the tone of this much too sentimental conversation.
“All thanks to me,” he says with arrogance. “I am her best friend, after all. And the reason you two even met in the first place.”
“Actually, I meant to tell you. She recently told me that I was her best friend.” My tone is all smug.
“She did not!” he states in playful shock. “Well, you better wake that traitor up because we are about to have a conversation, her and I.” His voice rises in mock frustration, causing both of us to quietly laugh.
We go back to watching the football game, putting the sentimental moments on hold for the time being.
