Sasha

Two weeks after purchasing the house, they had Logan officially adopted. Norman took as much time away from the office as he could. Sasha went to the office between school hours, completing his work for him. He didn't want her to hire anyone else. Another two weeks after they had Logan, their house was available, and they moved in on that weekend. Her parents came to help as much as they could.

They looked after Logan while she and Norman organized movers. They had her mother's slow-cooked pulled pork for dinner rather than have takeout.

For an entire weekend, they got the house exactly as they wanted, starting with the bedrooms, and bathroom. Time seemed to move quickly but smoothly where life just played out.

Logan came out of his shell, and completely animated their lives. She loved him like he was her own son. He talked constantly about what he loved, which bands he enjoyed listening to. It was fun getting to find out what food he liked as well. He didn't like broccoli, which was fine, as neither did Norman.

After a little time, life seemed to slow down, and Sasha found herself more and more loving every second of it. There were times before where she'd wish for a day to be over, or a moment to pass. Now she found herself wishing the moments were longer. Family was something she always wanted, but she didn't realize how much until she finally did have it. She loved Norman, Logan, and her life.

They had been moved in for a month when she started to vomit every single morning. Her stomach turned at the scent of coffee, and she struggled with certain smells. At first, she thought she had a touch of food poisoning or the flu, not really putting it down to anything else.

Only, Norman and Logan had eaten the same as she had, and they weren't sick. After she threw she'd be fine, and then she'd find herself getting tired throughout the day.

Late Sunday morning when she'd rushed to the toilet Norman came to her, pulling her hair out of the way. "I think it's time we took a pregnancy test."

"Ugh, I think you might be right." She got to her feet and brushed her teeth. Sitting on the toilet, she reached into a drawer, and pulled one out. "I bought them when we first moved in. They were on sale, and I love bargains." She forced a smile to her lips. "Seems silly now. "

"It's not silly."

She took a breath. "This could be it. We could be having a baby." Opening the test, she read the instructions. "Do you want to give me some privacy?"

He covered her hand.

"Before we do this, there is something that I want to say."

Sasha bit her lip, staring into his dark eyes.

"I love you. I've never known what love is, and I honestly didn't think I'd ever feel it, but with you, I do. This is love. I love you, Sasha."

"You love me."

"Yeah. Even if you're not pregnant, I don't care. I only care about you. I want you. This pregnancy, it's something I want, but it's you."

"I love you," she said, tears filling her eyes. I've known for a while, but I was scared to tell you. I didn't know if you'd like me to be that honest or not. We're so different, and I didn't know what to say, or what to do."

He slammed his lips down on hers, taking away all protest or fear. "Hiring you was the best thing I ever did. It took us some time but we're together now, and that's all I care about."

Holding on to him, she was the happiest she had ever been.

"Let's see what the news is."

"If you're not pregnant, we're going to the hospital."

She smiled. "I can't pee on this thing with you looking."

"I'll give you some privacy."

He left the bathroom, and she couldn't stop smiling. Taking a deep breath, she read the instructions again, and peed on the stick.

"We have two minutes, and we'll know the truth," she said, opening the door.

Norman took her hand, and for two minutes he stared at his clock. Two minutes when waiting for an answer, were the longest two minutes ever.

Sasha stared at them. He moved behind her, keeping his gaze on his watch, as he wrapped his arms around her.

"It's time."

Stepping toward the stick, she picked it up, and they both screamed their excitement. She was pregnant. They were both pregnant.

A knock on their bedroom door, had them both rushing forward. Logan was rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry, sweetie," Sasha said, going to her knees, she pulled him close, kissing his cheek. "We have some good news."

"You're going to be a big brother, Logan. We're going to have a baby."

Logan smiled.

When they had first told him that they were planning to have more children, babies, he'd been worried that they would send him back to the foster home.

They had told him that no matter what, he was their son, and they wouldn't be giving him back.

He hugged her tightly and giggled.

They were all laughing and enjoying the moment. Norman couldn't stop kissing her. He spoke to her stomach, kissing her, and telling their baby that he or she was going to be loved so, so much.

They had a small family now. The penthouse in the city he kept for late nights at the office. If he wasn't going to make it home, Sasha traveled with Logan for them to spend time with him. She didn't want them to be apart, or to miss any chance of them being together.

"What do you say to huge stacks of pancakes?" she asked.

"Yes!" Logan said, screaming.

He rushed outside of their bedroom. Sasha made to follow, but Norman caught her arm, pulling her back.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Nothing."

He pulled her to him, and claimed her lips, the passion shocking her, the love delighting her.

"I feel I need to wake up."

"Why?"

"I never thought I could be this happy," she said.

"Me neither. I used to dream of these moments. Of being close to someone and finding someone who'd want the same things that I did."

"Nothing is going to change." She cupped his cheek.

"I'll always be yours."

"I know."

She closed her eyes, resting her head against his, knowing in her heart that she had fallen in love with a man that would love her for the rest of her life.