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"Are you ready?" asks Logan.
"Mmm-hmm." I nod and take his hand.
He went all out and is wearing a custom Tom Ford suit that he paid an absolute fortune for, but it gets my juices flowing just seeing him in the attire. I still can’t believe that I am on the arm of this fantastic man, the man who made this show a reality. I must keep reminding myself that I had a hand in it too. I worked damn hard, and I am proud of what we have created. I just hope that everyone else likes it as much as I do.
I can feel the energy and excitement in the air as everyone walks toward the theater. I am glad that TV is getting the recognition it deserves and that large festivals like Sundance and Cannes are showcasing great new shows. If it does well here, we might get to fly to France to showcase it there.
What a dream that would be… What a dream my life already is.
"Are you nervous?" I whisper to Logan.
"Yeah." He laughs. "And I can tell that you are too."
"I have never been more nervous in my life. I truly think that if I can get through this, I can get through birth when it comes."
"Are you sure about that?"
I take a breath. "No! I am really nervous about giving birth too! This is not going to be worse. We are playing our show on a big screen. I should be excited instead of nervous. In a little over a month, I will have to push a watermelon out a gap the size of a walnut or something like that. What were we thinking?"
"We were not thinking, were we? But it turned into the most wonderful thing imaginable. I am nervous too, but you have every right to be nervous about the birth and the showing. But, no matter what happens, I will be with you every step of the way."
"Thank you as always. I get myself into such a state, and it really helps to have you by my side to talk me down from it. I love you."
Logan stares at me.
“I don’t need anything in return. I really don’t," I say.
Logan gives a sardonic smile and takes a deep breath. "I know I have not always been the most present over the past few months with the filming, editing, and post-production and also the million things that went wrong that we never thought about, but it has been all that much easier with you by my side.”
He smiles. "The truth is that when you told me you loved me, I was not distracted. I did know how I felt, but I was scared. Before I met you, I did not have a relationship with any women except my mother. I might have gone on dates and slept with some, but there was no connection there—not like I have with you. When you told me you were pregnant, it scared me off because I was afraid something would happen to the child.
I nod, encouraging him to continue.
"I am a complete fool. I know I am, but I am trying to be better. When you told me you loved me, it became real, and there was a genuine threat that I could lose someone else I love. I was planning to wait until after the screening because it might be more romantic, but we are alone out here, and what is more romantic than that? I do not want to share this moment with anyone else except you. I love you too, Teal."
I have waited for this moment for a long time. When it finally comes, it destroys me like a ship being hurled against the rocks. However, a moment later, I am floating up into the sky as a new vessel reborn. I gasp for air as the warmth of his love fills me.
I grab his head and kiss him. My life is a dream. I have a man, a baby on the way, and we are going to show our TV show at a film festival, one of themostrespected in the world.
"It’s going to be great.” I’m not sure if I’m trying to reassure him or myself.
"I know," he replies.
We are both unsure how this is going to go. I take another deep breath. Everything is possible with this man by my side—I can see that now. Just as the mountains loom up in the distance, so does our future.
We walk together up the main steps into the theater, hand in hand. There are banners and posters everywhere for the independent and mainstream movies that will be shown; it is all bittersweet. Some careers will be made over the next few days, and others will end.
I catch snippets of chat as we move through the main foyer, and I can’t tell if they are talking about our show or not. I smile when I see a familiar face.
Charlie Morton looks like a film star out of the twenties or perhaps someone who is mourning her late husband. I know she never had a husband, so I will go with the film star.
She is wearing a black dress with white fur at the bottom of the skirt and at the cuffs of the long sleeves. She has on a lace hat with a black feather in it. It should not look as elegant as it does, but she makes it look good.
"Charlie," I say warmly. "It is so good to see you again. It has been far too long."
"Oh, it has, my dear."
I look around and notice for the first time in a long time that there are no suits with her. It is nice to see her out on her own for a change.
