You and Logan had been together, long enough to have a baby together. But never married, leaving your mom's beautiful wedding dress to be left in the back of your closet, yet you still wanted to try on that perfect dress.

Standing in front of the full length mirror, the soft lace sleeves against your forearms, the long puffy, layered skirt that went down to your feet hiding your legs. And the top part of your dress hugging your torso.

Logan, however, came in abruptly with the baby on his hip. He looked from the baby to you and paused in the doorway. His light brown eyes filled with love and admiration for his partner. He wanted to shower you in affection and compliments, but he could only stand there in awe with his mouth open. The baby made grabby hands at you wanting to be held by his other parent as Logan ogled in pure love for you.