Free Infinite by Angela Graham Page A

Everything happened for a reason. My mother found a man she loved, George, and they’d be married next. I was sure of it. My father was just that, a father. He was no longer my dad, because his new family needed him more.
    I leaned over and rested my head on Logan’s shoulder, watching my father as I thought about his world and what he’d created. I was happy enough for him, because I had a world of my own that I loved and wouldn’t change for anything.
    I had my own little boy, Oliver, whom I wanted to be waiting to greet every day. I had the house, lawn, and family I wanted to take care of. I already had the only people I needed. And before I knew it was happening, that empty place my father had left in my heart closed, burying the snapshot of his new life deep inside.
    “Sweetheart?” Logan squeezed my hand, gathering me from my thoughts. “What do you want to do?”
    With my mind made up and heart content, I cupped both his stubble-covered cheeks in my hands.
    “Thank you for giving me this, but it’s all I needed. You and Oliver are my life now, and I couldn’t be happier.”
    “You sure?”
    “Absolutely.” I nodded. “Take me home, Logan.”
     
     

Chapter 13
    I stood upstairs in my wedding gown that Saturday afternoon, looking out the window at the very spot on my grandparents’ land where we’d be getting married, right in front of the treehouse. I couldn’t help but think how it was the exact same view Logan had all those times I’d turned to catch him watching me. The weight of his stare had been undeniable.
    I hadn’t seen him yet that day; he had insisted on all the traditions of a wedding, knowing how much it meant to me, and so had spent the night before in the room above Haven. And I knew we wouldn’t be seeing each other until I walked down the aisle and my mother gave me away to him.
    Guests were arriving and being greeted by both Blythe and Logan’s father, Edward. From what Julia had explained, Edward had made a check out to Oliver’s college fund when Logan refused his financial help with the wedding.
    Logan was extremely blessed to have such amazing parents. Regardless of whether they were married, they loved their children. And after all Blythe and Julia had done for me, a girls’ day at the spa would be my treat to them soon. Though Julia was busy being in college, she’d managed to plan, rearrange, and navigate us all through Quinn being born early (not to mention as a boy instead of a girl), as well as two last-minute weddings. She was remarkable, and I couldn’t have been happier that she’d be my sister-in-law soon.
    I just wished my soon-to-be brother-in-law, Jax, would’ve made an appearance. For Logan.
    Luckily, Oliver timed his entrance perfectly to save me from dwelling on the melancholy thought for too long. He ran into the room, excited and yelling.
    “Cassie, picture time!” He paused. “Wow,” he breathed out, his eyes wide. “You look pretty. Really pretty.”
    “Why, thank you,” I giggled, so in love with the little gentleman.
    “Let’s go! We gotta take pictures.”
    “Oliver, honey?”
    My mom entered the room, looking beautiful in her cream lace pantsuit. She wasn’t the dress-wearing type, but had managed to fancy herself up just for me. “Why don’t you run down and tell Hilary and Julia we’ll be there in a minute?”
    Oliver agreed easily and scampered off, leaving my mother and me alone.
    “You look beautiful, Cassandra,” my mom said, already tearing up as she sat beside me on the small sofa.
    “Thank you for being here and for supporting me more than anyone else.”
    “That’s my job. And there’s never been an easier one, because you’ve always been the sweetest girl.” She took my hand. “I love you, and I couldn’t be prouder. Logan’s a good man, and I already consider Oliver my first grandchild. Love that boy to pieces. Anything you guys ever need, I’m here.”
    “We know that, and appreciate it.”
    The smile she