I turned over yet again and stared at the canopy of my bed, the reds ands golds glowing softly in the moonlight that was streaming from my half-open window. Normally I was asleep before my head hit the pillow as I believe is the case with every mother will small infants, but tonight I couldn't even close my eyes. I kept hearing Jean's words echo in my mind, her firm words echoing through my thoughts.

Trust me…he'll come back…just listen to him…promise, ok?

Over and over, an endless litany. I turned my head to look at the monitor almost wanting to see the red bars flare telling me that at least one of the babies was in a fuss, giving me something to do rather than leave me to stew in my thoughts.

Suddenly, I got my wish of a distraction as something hit against my window. I sat straight up, uneasy clenching me in its tight fist. I peeked cautiously towards the glass.

Tink…tunk…thunk…crack

Definitely coming from my window, I thought as I started back. After a moments deliberation I decide to crawl out of bed. I shivered slightly as I tossed off the thick cover and made my way towards the billowing curtain.

When I got to my window I saw a small crack in it, obviously the last noise I heard. Then another thing hit the glass. I pulled the window the rest of the way up and just narrowly missed getting hit by a pebble.

"What the hell?"

"Marie?"

I froze. Was that… "Logan?"

"Yeah, can I talk to you?"

On the edge of my tongue sat a harsh no, but I remembered what I promised Jean. Not exactly happy that she was right or that I had given my word, I sighed heavily.

"Whatever." I replied with disinterest, trying to hide the unsteadiness and anger I was feeling inside.

For a second I heard nothing, then I could make out scuffling as he climbed up to my bedroom. He dragged himself through the window, cursing all the while.

I took a step back and crossed my arms over my chest as I watched him struggling to fit his rather larger frame through the tall albeit narrow window. "What do you want, and just in case you didn't realize this, the Professor hasn't blockaded the front door. It is actually usable," I bit out sarcastically.

He looked at me and pulled out a cigar.

"Don't even think about it." I warned with a growl.

"I wasn't going to light it."

He sounded faintly irritated, like I should know he wouldn't actually light it.

I snorted. Yeah right. And plus what did he have to be annoyed about? I'm not the one who took off for a couple months.

His dark gaze bore into me, pulling me rather forcefully from my thoughts. Though I tried not to; I started to fidget under his deep consideration.

"What do you want?" I whispered, feeling horribly unconfident.

"You."

Whaa? Ok, rewind. What did he just say? I shook my head. Not possible, I'm hearing things. "Sorry, what did you say?"

His eyes narrowed slightly as his nose flared.

"You heard me."

"That's what you say after being gone for 3 months?" I couldn't help but screech.

He ran a hand agitatedly through his hair and looked out the window. "Listen, I didn't mean to be gone for so long."

"Let me guess you lost track of time." The sentence came out full of harsh sarcasm.

He turned his eyes back to me. My green gaze met his brown and I felt a well of memories pull to the surface, both good and bad. From the first time I met him to now. It's the same every time. An undeniable pull, a fatal attraction, knowing what I want, but deep down knowing it's not good for you. If there is one thing I've learned from my entire life, it's that you can't change somebody, they have to change themselves.

I searched deep within his eyes needing to know the answer to my unasked question, even while I never wanted to find out. I wish I could pretend that everything would work out fine, but it's not just me I would be dragging down this time if I was wrong.

"I left to get this." He said in a whisper soft voice as he took a couple steps towards me. I trembled like a leaf afraid of the storm, but didn't back away.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small carved wooden box. As my brow wrinkled in confusion he opened the box to pull out a ring. I was in complete shock as he grabbed my hand and dropped it in my palm. It was sort of plain, but in a good way. It had nothing to detract from the beautiful piece of craftsmanship that it truly was.

It was made of a dark old gold, shaped into flowers and vines in an intricate design. The inside had writing on it. I tilted it towards the window to let the moonlight shine on it.

On one side were two initials on it. An M and an L. On the other side were two more. This time a J and a K.

I felt my eyes tear up. Our initials and that of our kids both looped within each other in a way that they couldn't be unraveled. I lifted my eyes up to meet his straight on.

"T-this took 3 months?" My voice shook slightly.

"No, the owner of a house I wanted to buy lives in Alaska. I can't go on airplanes…"

"H-house?" I could barely hear that squeak myself.

He nodded. "It's on the edge of the school."

"What does this mean?"

"What do you think it means?"

"I don't know, Logan. Why don't you tell me?" I hid a smile at his obvious frustration.

Took another step closer until we were almost touching.. "Dammit Marie. I ain't Scooter. I'm no good at that mumbo jumbo feely crap."

I tried not to smile, but utterly failed. "So what you trying to say is you love me, and want to marry me?"

He looked relieved. "Yeah, that's what I meant."

"Well , I guess then I'll except. For the sake of the children that is." I slid the ring on my finger, silently marveling at how it looked on my hand.

Logan reached over and gently lifted my head. "That better be a joke."

To answer I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to mine. He, of course, eagerly took control.

After a bit I carefully pulled back and rested my forehead on his.

"I love you, Logan."

His voice was gruff when he answered, "I love you too."

Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading. This story is finally at its conclusion. I also wanted to apologize for the wait for this last chapter. Summer vacation as I'm sure most of you know is always crazy.

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