"And with that being said…I bid you a farewell and a happy football Sunday. Come back on Monday morning and we'll discuss highlights and key plays. Send me your tweets and fun game day pictures! Signing off…James Diamond." I hurriedly logged off and waited until the red light was off my web cam. I sighed out in relief and sat back in my seat looking down at my hug keyboard. I stifled a yawn and forced my eyes to stay open. I jiggled my left wrists and glanced down at my watch smiling small. He should be home soon. It's almost been two hours and I'm sure he was anxious to get it over with but was way too excited to even get the chance to interview. And I was way too excited to see him and hear about his day. I just needed him home. Now.
I walked up to the first floor of our house and shut the basement door getting that yawn out. Finally. My day wasn't long or super busy by any chance but it was boring without the love of my life asking me silly questions about silly things, and begging me to get him his favorite type of tea on the very top shelf of the pantry. I missed it but I knew it was worth it. He was going to do something that he loved. He was going to take a huge leap and try to get a chance of a lifetime. I was so proud of him for that. So proud in fact, I was going to make us a late lunch/early dinner. I knew exactly the type of meal that would comfort him whether or not he got the job or didn't. My famous spaghetti and meat balls, with my famous garlic bread and my very famous Caesar salad. Okay none of it was famous. The salad was from a bag and the garlic bread was store bought. The only thing I would make would be the meatballs.
I wanted the night to be really special for him because I know how stressed he's been about this. I hated thinking about how worried he was and watched the pot of water boil. I knew it would make the time go by faster and as soon as he walked through that door my worry and depression would be over. As soon as I started thinking about it, I heard the door get pushed open, and our tiny dog barking at the new arrival. I pushed off the counter and walked quickly out of the kitchen towards the front door. "Hi sweetie…yes daddies home. How are you? Okay…come here." I smiled stopping right in front of him and put my hands on my hips. Logan was on his knees, with his briefcase on the floor next to him with our little dog standing on his chest, licking his face. Logan was running his hands up and down the back of our dog with his eyes closed a small, almost painful smile tugging at his mouth. Maybe things didn't go well and he was just barely keeping it together. I swallowed hard and cleared my throat gently. Logan opened his eyes and gently set our dog back down on the ground. "Hey baby…something smells great." I smiled small and moved forward putting out a hand helping him stand. "How was work?" I smiled small and shrugged seeing that same painful smile on his face.
"Fine…how was your interview?" The smile fell off his face and he bowed his head down. This wasn't good. I put a hand on his face and gently pulled him into my chest. "It was just one interview Loges…I know you'll find something eventually." He chuckle quietly underneath me and turned quick bending down by his briefcase. I frowned and put my hands on my hips feeling helpless.
"Yeah I don't think I'll have the heart to find anything else." I opened my mouth to hopefully say something encouraging. "Mostly because…" He stood back up after tossing what looked like a brown paper bag to the floor and turned to me raising a bottle of champagne. "I got the job." His smile grew tenfold and he squeaked loudly. I rushed to him wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him up fast. He laughed throwing his arms around my neck and forcing his legs around my waist. I closed my eyes, smiling, feeling every ounce of happiness leave my body, just so I could pour it into his body. Our dog is barking at my heels, probably concerned I was hurting Logan. But Logan was clutching onto me laughing quietly running his free hand through my hair.
"I'm so proud of you…So proud Logan." He chuckled loudly once before pushing off my only a little so he could cup my face and lean in and kiss me. I kissed back eagerly setting him back on the floor putting my hands on his butt. He kissed me hard one last time before pushing away and dropping his hands, one still holding the bottle of champagne and grinned up at me.
"Thank you for believing in me. Thank you, thank you so much for putting up with all my bullshit the past week." I chuckled and leaned down again, this time putting my lips on his neck and rubbing my hands over his butt. "It seems a little early for dinner, but I haven't eaten all day because I was afraid I'd throw up in my interview so…when is it going to be ready?" I smiled in my kiss and let him go stand back up straight. I gently tugged the bottle of champagne out of his hand and smiled.
"Waiting for the water to boil. Why don't you get changed out of this suit and into some of my cloths, because you look so cute in them, and I'll open this up and we'll celebrate." He nodded fast and quickly turned and grabbed his briefcase again.
I stood in front of the stove again looking down at the pot of water that was slowly starting to boil, and had to smile. Even though I knew nothing about what Logan would be doing, I knew his title was assistant to the CEO of some huge stock company. I guess that was a huge deal. He would be dealing with numbers and foreign people I guess, which were two things he was incredible at. He was a math genius and fluent in 5 other languages. He taught himself. I swear sometimes I wonder how he makes it through the day with all that knowledge in his head. However he does it, is adorable as hell. "Did you hear form Kendall or Carlos today?" I barely had time to turn around before he got right next to me and hoped up on the counter by the stove. He put his hand sunder his legs and gently swung his legs back and forth. I shook my head putting my hands in the front pockets of my jeans and he frowned. "I talked to Carlos for like…5 minutes before my interview. I told him to call you so we could make plans."
"Plans?"
"Yeah their coming into town. They just got back from some beautiful beach in Mexico and because Kendall's on break because the season's over, they want to see us. I of course had the usual argument with them staying with us instead of some overpriced hotel so we will have guest." I chuckled and went to work on putting the Angel hair pasta into the boiling water. "I think their plane should be landing sometime soon but knowing them they'll take a cab here." I nodded turning back to him. He was staring me down. "How was your show tonight?" I shrugged and yawned backing up into the sink right behind me.
"Same old same old." He frowned almost as soon as I said it and I laughed. "It's alright Logan. I love my job."
"You hate your job."
"I don't hate the pay." He looked down and shook his head. "And I don't hate that I never have to leave the house for my job, or that I ever have to go away form you for a long period of time." He raised his head but turned away from me quick swallowing hard. "Tell me all about your job. What will you be doing exactly?" He sighed out but turned to me and smiled small.
"Well I'm an assistant. I'll probably run coffee, crunch numbers, fight demons after dark." I chuckled out loud and he laughed with me. "It's not the dream and I know I could be doing more with my degree but it's a start and I'm excited."
"Then that's all that matters." He only nodded along in agreement telling me like every time before, he was feeling guilty. Guilty I was stuck in the same mundane job every day. But the truth is, I love sports and I love having my face everywhere. Running a sports talk show form my basement, while getting a very fat check every two weeks from ESPN, was working out quite well for us. We had a two story house, technically three with the basement, two cars in great condition and nice shiny appliances in our home. Like he said, it wasn't the dream, but my dream came and went and now I'm happy with the life I was given. With him. I don't know what I would do if that was taken from me.
We ate dinner in silence but I knew he wasn't all that upset with me or himself because he literally climbed on my lap and put food on one plate, for both of us. While I casually ate, holding around his back, he talked to me about were his job is, how he would have his own office, right next to his boss, and that the company he works for is very gay friendly. There was no discrimination and he would be in a safe environment. I was grateful for that. More importantly, for him I guess, he had the chance of growing with the company, going up on the ladder while sitting on a hard 401K. He could work at this place until he was 62 and retire with a fat stack of cash. Which was important to him. He doesn't think he is worth anything unless he can pay for something. It's frustrating because when we go out, anywhere, he'll try to pay. It's cute every now and then, and I do let him pay sometimes but I've seen him go through hell and back. He doesn't deserve it again.
Even after we ate, we stayed in our seat, him still sitting comfortably on my lap and talked quietly while finishing off the whole bottle of champagne. I was happily content. I could have sat there all night and held around him listening to his soft voice and eventually let it lull me to sleep but he didn't want any of it. He pushed off me drinking the last of the liquid in his glass. He stretched his arms over his head and grabbed our empty plate. "Since you cooked, I clean." I sat back watching him saunter off to the kitchen and yawned.
"You sure?" He only nodded turning on the water, singing quietly to himself. I pushed myself up grabbing my still half full glass of champagne and walked slowly towards Logan's laptop open up on the coffee table, where he left it this afternoon before he left for his interview. I sat down in front of it and quickly logged him out of his email and logged into mine. I of course had a thousand hate and fan mail from viewers and ignored them form now, looking from one form my boss, who would give me the latest breaking news in the sports world and critique my last show. When I saw his email I clicked it open quick. I scanned over his usual lines taking mental notes here and there. When I got down to the last paragraph I still scanned over the words but something caught my eye. I saw Job opening, and "you have the job". I froze up going back to re-read the paragraph and felt my throat swell up. There was an open position at the actual ESPN studio in New York and they were so desperate they would pay for me, and Logan to come out, and put us up until we found our own place. The pay was higher and it would be amazing benefits. He said they would need an answer by Monday and there was no pressure to actually say yes or no. I slowly sat back on the couch and breathed out low and quiet.
I glanced out to the kitchen and watched as Logan danced around it, singing to himself still. He had a goofy little grin on his face, probably thinking about the amazing job he got today. He was probably mentally planning the rest of our lives and was probably so excited anything, at all, that might mess that up, would kill him. Like me getting a job offer all the way across the country. There was no way I could take this job. Especially now.
So this was requested by HaLoReAcHgirl. You said you wanted a Jagen with a jealous James and this is what I came up with. I honestly didn't think I'd make it a chapter story but I have and I have this whole story planned out. It's going to be romantic and sweet, with drama and hurt feelings and even some action. I hope everyone likes it!