Chapter 14

They spent the night alone, eating room service. Veronica told stories from when she was a little kid, about how her dad used to take her on trips to the zoo and the park, and try to convince her that they had found her in the top of a tree when she was a baby.

"I really did know the felonies before I knew the states," she smiled over her creme brule

"Seriously?"

"Ya. My dad used to quiz me when we went on field trips. I always forgot Delaware, but I never forgot any of the felonies."

"So you're 8 years old and you and your dad are driving to the zoo, and he says 'Veronica let's name the felonies. What are the four levels of homicide?' And you said-"

"Murder- in the form of a felony, manslaughter, negligent murder and vehicular murder."

"You are never going to stop surprising me, are you?" Logan smiled at her.

"Nope." She smiled back, popping the 'p' and leaning forward to kiss him, then lying down with her head in his lap.

"Tired?"

"Just a little tiny bit," Veronica yawned, and held up two fingers.

"You should go to sleep. It's been a really long day. Go on, I'll be there in a minute."

"What are you doing?"

"I just have to call someone."

Veronica nodded vaguely, and stumbled towards the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Once she was out of the room, Logan picked up his phone and dialled.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dick. It's Logan."

"Bye!"

"Dick wait!"

"Why?"

"I'm really sorry about Cassidy."

"I didn't see you at the funeral."

"I was a little tied up trying to get my wife away from her father's grave. The grave that your brother put him in, but that's not the point. I really am sorry about Cassidy. It shouldn't have ended that way."

The other end of the line was silent. And Logan looked down at the floor before taking a deep breath.

"Look, I just want you to know that I'm here for you. If you need someone."

The silence continued, and he was just about to hang up when Dick spoke again.

"You married Veronica?"

"Ya, I did. It's a long story."

"Maybe one day I'll want to hear it. I'm going to stay with my dad for a while. Bye, Logan."

Logan sighed and shut his phone. He had called. That was all that mattered. He had called and tried to help Dick, now he just had to wait and see if he would take it.

Veronica woke up early the next morning, and began unpacking her stuff. There was some kitchen stuff that she had wanted to bring with her, and all of her toiletries to put away, along with some pictures that she put out. Most of them were of her and Logan, but there was a few of her and Keith scattered in the mix, along with some pictures of her and Lily.

"You've been busy." Logan yawned, stumbling towards the coffee maker.

"Is it okay? I can take them down if-"

Logan cut her off with a kiss.

"It's great. This is your place too now, right?"

Veronica smiled back appreciatively.

"I just wanted to make a fresh start. I want to start moving forward and getting back into the swing of things. I took a week to be sad. Now I need to start trying to put things back together again."

"That sounds like an excellent plan."

"I thought so. I'm going to go grocery shopping in a little bit, after I unpack my clothes."

"Grocery shopping?"

"I like to cook, it's fun. Why not use the kitchen if it's here." She shrugged.

"Look at you, just like a proper housewife." Logan smiled widely and kissed her.

"Don't get used to it. I'm just overcompensating."

"Could you overcompensate some of those incredible cookies you made for Christmas the other year?"

Veronica laughed, remembering how Logan had eaten the entire tin that she had brought, intending to give it to Duncan.

"I think I can scrounge up a reason to make them."

"Do you need any help?"

"No, I'm going to go and unpack my clothes, and then I'll see how I feel. You can come grocery shopping with me if you want."

"Sure."

Veronica smiled at him and walked back into the bedroom.

She had packed almost all her clothes, except the ones that she had grown out of years ago and never gotten rid of. Therefore, when she got to the bottom of the suitcase, her homecoming dress sat staring up at her. Visions of that night flooded her mind. Lily standing up in the sun roof, never have I ever on the beach.

"Logan, what did you think of Veronica the first time you saw her?"

"I don't know, I thought she was hot."

"I was 12 when you moved here!"

"Ya, like you weren't working it in your shorts and knee socks."

"That was my soccer uniform!" Veronica cried, punching him in the arm.

"Whatever, it totally worked!"

"Veronica?"

She looked up to see Logan watching her.

"What are you doing?"

"Just thinking."

"About what?" He plopped himself down on the bed and leaned back, staring up at her.

"Homecoming dance."

"What, do you miss it?"

"No, I was thinking about the one we went to with Lily and Duncan. When she asked you what you thought when you first met me."

Logan smiled and reached for Veronica's hand, pulling her onto the bed beside him.

"I still stand by my answer. You rocked those knee socks!"

Veronica laughed and shook her head, rolling her face into Logan's shoulder.

"You're ridiculous," she mumbled as he kissed her temple.

"Come on, it's time to grocery shop." Veronica grabbed Logan's hand and pulled him off the bed.