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“It’s not my fault you left her all by herself,” Oliver teased. “You know that’s how Gwen gets into trouble.” “I would stick my tongue out at you, but it’s too cold,” I grumbled.
“Do you think we can talk about the Valentine’s Day dance now?” “What’s there to talk about?” “What time you want me to pick you up, what color dress you’re wearing so I can get the right kind of corsage, where you want to go to make out after the dance is over with.” Logan gave me a wink. “You know. All the usual stuff.”
Sometimes, I thought the only reason Vic hung around me was so that he could kill Reapers, since I was like a magnet, always attracting them whether I wanted to or not.
“Thank you,” I rasped out through the emotion that clogged my throat. “For what?” “For always being there for me when I need you. For being something and someone I can always depend on, no matter what. You’ve never let me down, and I know you never will. You don’t know how much that means to me. Especially right now.”
“There’s no need to get all bloody maudlin about things. We’ll go, we’ll kick some Reaper ass, and we’ll be home in time for dinner.”
The next morning, I went about my routines as if everything was normal. As if I wasn’t planning to steal perhaps the most important artifact known to the Pantheon. As if I wasn’t going to turn said artifact over to the Reapers. As if I wasn’t going to make Loki stronger. As if I might not be dead by noon.
“Have I told you lately what a good friend you are?” I asked, my voice dropping to a choked whisper. Daphne grinned. “Nah, but I know. I’m fabulous, darling. Always have been, always will be.” Truer words were never spoken, but I didn’t have to tell her that. She already knew.
“If I am ever lucky enough to have a daughter, I hope that she’s just like you, Gwendolyn,” he whispered. Emotion clogged my throat, and I nodded and tried to blink back the tears from my eyes. That was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to me. “And you’ve been more of a dad to me than anyone else ever has,” I whispered back.
His face was one of the constants, and somehow I knew we would get through this and everything else that came our way, good and bad. Oh, there would be fights through the years. Breakups and makeups. But through it all, we would always love each other. We would always find our way back to each other.
“You know, we could skip the dance,” Logan murmured, stepping closer to me, his eyes that wonderful, wonderful blue. “And go straight to the after-party. The one where it’s just you and me. Alone.”
