Summary - "'Little did I know. This would be the last night we shared.' Three years after Clare's fiance dies she starts dating again, but who does she choose? Her bestfriend from high school, Eli? Or the charming British guy who treats her like a queen, Cole?"
Hey guys! This is my first story for this account. I promise this is a complete Eclare story. The first few chapters are more about the "three years earlier" but it doesn't last too long, please just trust me. I will be posting the second chapter shortly after the first to give you guys more of an idea of how the story will be playing out. Like I said, just trust me for the first few chapters.
This IS and A/U fanfic. There are different characters, but overall the same personality of the characters we all love! Please give me a review&lemme know what you think about it. If your still reading, thanks so much and enjoy (:
It all goes back three years ago.
2018.
It was the coldest Christmas Eve since the early 1930's.
Logan and I had always invited our closet friends and family over every Christmas Eve to our small house in Newmarket. Just outside of Toronto.
My parents had divorced. I only ever got a phone call from my father and my mother was checked into rehab after becoming an alcholic soon after the divorce was final.
My sister had always called on Christmas morning, but had been living in Kenya since I was a teenager.
That only left us with Logan's parents, loving brother and his pregnant wife, Rob and Kirsten, and Eli.
Logan and I had met back when I was only 18.
We started dating about a year later and two years after that, we were engaged.
We were both excited to get married, but we didn't have the money and we didn't need two rings to know that we were in love with each other.
We had bought our first house just after our engagment and couldn't have loved it anyless.
My best friend since high school and Logan's bestfriend, Eli, lived only fifteen minutes away.
Logan's brother, Rob, and Kirsten lived only two blocks away.
Kirsten had gotten me a job at her hair studio, which happened to be across the street from Rob and Logan's garage.
Logan and I had put the Christmas tree up every first of December.
We decorated it with lights and glass Christmas balls.
Outside we had hung colorful lights and light-up candy canes which sat on our lawn.
It was usually always snowing by this time of year in Ontario, which only made everything more beautiful.
Myself and Kirsten would always cook a big turky on Christmas Eve.
Followed by big plates of ham, salads, stuffing, potatoes, veggies, and loads of champagne.
I had become one of the family.
Everyone who had met the Roth's was part of the family.
They welcomed everyone.
One of the reasons I was standing happy surrounded by friends and family.
Rob and Eli would always be the first to open the champagne and make a toast to themselves.
We would all sit in the livingroom laughing and joking and sharing stories.
Eli had known Logan since his first year of collage, but had switched his major.
It never stopped them from getting together for a beer in the off time.
Eli had introduced Logan and I.
I knew I'd forever be greatful for it.
There we were.
Sitting in front of the lit up Christmas tree, laughing, eating, drinking, being a family.
Rob would go around handing everyone, except Kirsten, a glass with champagne and make his toast.
Or what we liked to call, "drunken speech".
"I want to thank my ma and pap for having such a brilliant child like me and having unprotected sex. Although you could have put the condom back on when you hadme. Now your stuck with this weird kid, Logan. I also want to thank Eli, for bringing me this fine glass of champagne which I will happily swallow when I'm finished this. I want to thank my sexy wife for not having an abortion with the child she is bearing..."
It got out of hand sometimes.
But we all appriciated the laugh we would get from them.
We would always eat dinner then switch gifts among each other.
I remember the time that Eli had boughten Logan and I a red coffee pot.
The same one I always told him I wanted in my first house.
That was the most meaningful he had given me.
Logan's parents had given us tickets to an all inclusive resort in Fort Lauderdale, Flordia.
Kirsten and Rob had given us a gift card to Home Hardware, to help us do the renovations in the house.
Logan may not have loved the idea of renovating the second floor of the house, but he knew that it was what I had wanted.
He had never complainned about it to me once.
It was around ten o'clock that Logan's parents decided to head home to Owen Sound.
About an hour later we were all finishing the deserts Logan's mother, Linda, had made.
Rob had passed out in mine and Logan's bedroom.
We sat downstairs.
We were all drooling over Kirsten's huge belly, excited it was going to be a girl.
Logan was sitting right up to Kirsten's stomach, listening to the baby kick and feeling for the baby's kick.
He sat right next to her and talked to the unborn child as if it were his own.
After every kick he felt and every word he said, he'd turn to me and give me the sweetest smile.
I wasn't sure if either of us were ready for kids, but the idea of it sent thrills through me.
Not only just to have a baby, but to be a mother and be the best mother I could be.
"You and Logan love each other, Clare. If your worried you wouldn't be a good mother or Logan wouldn't be a good father, your wrong."
Kirsten would always say this to me whenever we started talking about babies.
I knew Logan would love to have a child.
He wanted a little girl and a little boy.
But I knew he was pushing more for a girl.
At about midnight, Eli drove Kirsten and Rob home.
Logan had helped me do the dishes and we went to lay in bed.
"One day, Clare Edwards, I will marry you." He had whispered in my ear. I smiled and rolled over to face him.
"Oh will you, Logan Roth?" I teased.
He smiled his genuine smile and kissed my lips.
I snuggled into his chest and we fell asleep in each others arms.
Little did I know.
This would be the last night we shared.
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