Page 94 of The Fall

I wrap my arm around her shoulder. “I’m proud of you.”

“I’m proud of us,” she says.

“Yeah, I’m proud of us, too.”

“Let’s go get food. I’m starving!”

Dinner starts with hugs from everyone. Over the last few weeks, the DuPont family has really accepted me as one of their own. I text with Greg every other day at this point. It started with him checking in on Savannah, but now he checks in on me and even tells me about his day. Savannah offered to tell him to stop, but I waved her off. Truth is, I kind of like it. I like feeling included. I like feeling like her dad might actually want to talk to me. After years of never talking to my own dad, it’s nice to have a father figure in my life, even if it isn’t my own.

“I just want to say how proud I am of you two,” my mom says after everyone has finished eating. “You’ve both gone through so much and still managed to come out on top.”

“Second from the top,” Savannah adds with a smile.

“That’s still the top,” Greg adds with a pointed look from across the table.

“It is still the top,” my mom agrees. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m a big believer in fate. While Logan and Savannah may not have met under the best circumstances, they’ve pushed through and not only found a wonderful partnership but also a wonderful relationship. I feel like it was destined to be this way. The universe wanted the two of you together, and now you’re here. On to bigger and better things. So, cheers to you for a gold medal-winning future and long-lasting relationship filled with love and respect.”

I squeeze Savannah’s thigh as we both raise our glasses.

“Cheers!” everyone at the table says in unison.

We all drink, and then I plant a big kiss on Savannah. She’s not a huge fan of PDA, but she’s at just the right levels of tipsy and elation from our win that she doesn’t seem to care. I feel her smile against my lips.

“I love you, Savannah.”

“I love you too, Logan.”

I reluctantly pull away and address the table. “Well, I have some other news too.”

Savannah’s brows pull together in confusion. I’ve been dying to tell her this, but I had to wait for the right moment. They approached me while I was waiting for Savannah by the changing room.

“After the competition, I spoke with a few of the Team USA reps.”

“What?”

“They said we’ll be receiving a formal invite soon, but they definitely want us as part of the team.”

Savannah’s jaw drops, and our families gasp around us.

“So, what do you say, Savannah? Wanna go to the Olympics with me?”

A slow smile spreads across her lips. “I mean, I guess I could pencil you in.”

I chuckle. “Good.”

I lean over and kiss her. “You did it, baby.”

“We did it. Thank you for not letting me fall.”

SAVANNAH

1 year and 8 months later

I can’t believe I’m crying on national TV, but here we are. I really thought I’d be able to keep it together, but as it turns out, getting on the podium and having a gold medal placed around my neck with the love of my life next to me is my emotional limit. The tears start as soon as Logan receives his medal and then smiles down at me.

That damn smile.

I knew it’d be the death of me. Now here I am, bawling my eyes out on TV because we won. We pushed and pushed until we wouldn’t accept anything but a win. And we got it.