3.12 Moving Forward

Logan was quickly approaching full adulthood and he was thinking about a family. It was true his wife couldn’t bear his children and when he was younger, he didn't think it was a big deal. Now that he was aging he felt like they needed kids to complete the cycle. MaKenzie was doing well in her career and Logan had just received a job in the Medical career. It was peon work, but it paid the bills.

Even though he knew it was still a touchy subject for her, Logan knew MaKenzie wanted them too. Late at night he would hear her, outside, crying softly and whispering to herself about Robert and the drink. Some days, Logan would find MaKenzie watching the babies at the park.

Logan would lay in bed too, thinking about her tears. He'd hate himself because he couldn’t fix this problem.

Or could he?

Logan stayed awake and watched MaKenzie sleep. That’s when it hit him. Adopt. There were plenty of children out there that could use a good home. And Logan knew they could provide a good home.

Before running the idea by MaKenzie, Logan spoke with Jace. Jace quickly agreed that Logan had a good idea but he warned Logan to get MaKenzie’s approval before adopting.

The night Logan planned to introduce his idea to MaKenzie, he left work early and cooked an exotic meal, or just ordered Chinese and place it on the family’s dishes. With the help of Jace, they cleared a spot next to the family garden and set up a table for two, complete with candles nearby for soft light.

MaKenzie came home and quickly saw through Logan’s façade. “What are you up too?” She asked suspiciously as he led her to the patio. Instead of answering, Logan smiled and pulled her seat out for her.

As they completed the meal, Logan took her hands in his. “MaKenzie, I’ve been thinking,” MaKenzie prepared herself for the worst. Logan felt her hands tense in his. “It’s nothing bad baby. I was just thinking that we should adopt. I mean, I know we have each other and your father, but our job can only take us so far. Plus family is way more important that work.”

MaKenzie was the queen of awkward silences. Even though Logan had spent his life with her, he still hated it when she sat there expressionless. MaKenzie could sense his discomfort and squeezed his hand. “Logan,” she began, “I’d love to.”