Remember, remember the fifth of November; gunpowder, treason and plot… I'm sure that's how the old English rhyme goes as the fireworks are going off all over London. I never understood why the British celebrates the failed attempt of someone blowing up their parliament, but as the multicoloured clouds fill the skyline and I snuggle further into my blanketed seat on the small balcony and sip the warming hot chocolate I find it hard not to smile. Beside me Logan is holding up his phone showing his small nephew what the sky looks like over a video call.

He seems less tense than he has in weeks, more like his old self and the edge that he had when he returned from his "boys" weekend has softened. He looks over and smiles as he catches me watching

"OK buddy, gotta say goodnight now love you" he says to the small face that is looking back at him

"Night unkie Loln, Night annie Dee" the voice is quiet but clear as the call disconnects.

His hand seeks mine in the half dark and we pause, just watching the world go by but I know he wants to say something as he pulls back just a little and moves the ring on my left hand just a touch.

"So Dutchess, I been thinking, how about we set a date at last?" he must have seen the shock cross my face just as the sky filled with a fountain of red and gold "it's been 2 years already if not now…."

"Is it over then?" I cut him off with a whisper as I lean forward to place the mug of chocolate on the floor; I can't hold it in anymore and I need him to say it before I can move on. I raise my head and my eyes lock with his, my chest flutters.

"you… you know?" he draws back his hand and straightens up "How? How long? Why didn't you… Dee I'm so sorry" his shoulders slump forward again and his drops.

I sign "longer than you think. I even saw you a few times over here. You loved her? Rory? Do you still?" her name feels like a lump in my throat

"Jee you really did know, oh boy…you knew her name? uh man ummm I… I…. ummm yes, but it's over, really truly over. I promise you we're totally done. I'm done, no more games"

"Did you ever love me?" it comes out like a whimper "I know I shouldn't ask but…"

"Kinda, maybe not like with her but yes, I felt something for sure" he sighs and takes my hands "Odette, I promise you I am done messing around, I do care about you and I want to marry you, I think if we really work at it we could have a happy marriage. Please. Please will you forgive me"

"I can't, I can't marry you until you're really sure Logan, not if you can't love me back, it's not fair on anyone" tears rushed down my cheek and he wipes them away with his hands and leans in to kiss my head.

"Odette. I love you. It's not the same, but it's there and it's growing every day. I promise I will never do that to you again, ever. Please, will you marry me?".

Woooosssshhhhhh another fountain of light bursts overhead green and purple and silver, I look up and then back down into his brown eyes as I run my fingers down his face. I can't hesitate, I need to make my move, give him an answer. Something. Anything but the words keep sticking and I have to swallow. I try again.

"Logan" my heart beats fast and I feel sick

"Yeah" he smiles a little, his eyes show so much pain, they've lost the glow they had earlier, and I wonder if it will ever come back.

"I'm Pregnant".