Chapter 11 - The Day My Son Turned Eight, the Three Men Who Once Fought Over an Empire Became the Family He Could TrustLogan's birthday was small.
Cake.
Balloons.
Friends.
David made a terrible cake.
Alessandro brought too many presents.
Sofia brought a puppy.
Logan was happy.
He asked:
“Why does Uncle Alessandro come to everything?”
I laughed.
“Because he loves you.”
Alessandro pretended to be offended.
“I am sophisticated.”
Logan laughed.
“You're silly.”
David smiled.
The old world was gone.
No one wanted the empire anymore.
We wanted peace.
That night, after Logan slept, David and I sat outside.
“I used to think losing you was the worst thing.”
“It wasn't?”
“No.”
“What was?”
“Finding you again and realizing how much you had suffered.”
I took his hand.
“We survived.”
“Yes.”
“We built something.”
“Yes.”
“And Logan?”
“He's everything.”
David kissed me.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We held hands.
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The stars were bright.
For once, there was no danger.
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