Chapter 12

Suddenly Logan had an overwhelming urge to cry. Literally to burst into tears. And he had absolutely no idea why. Call it the relief of stress or unmanly burst of emotion, he didn't care. Somehow he managed to swallow past the lump in his throat.

"Oh, geez." She looked uncomfortable, fidgeting with her hands. "Bad surprise?" she asked uncertainly.

Logan finally found his voice and was relieved that it came out steady. " Best surprise," he assured her.

"Well, good," she said, her hands moving to her hips. "Because I put this whole thing together, and…"

This was his Veronica—the woman who could go from being a bad-ass to so vulnerable and back again amazed him. But it was just her. Veronica. His Veronica. He didn't hear the rest of what she'd said, because he decided he couldn't be this far away from her any longer. He didn't know if she was here as a friend or as more than that, but either way, the distance was too great.

He took two steps toward her and she closed the rest of the distance. They tangled themselves around one another. He held her close, wrapping one arm securely around her waist and another around her neck, his hand coming up to press her face further into his chest. To his delight, she held on just as tightly, sealing herself against his body.

"I can't believe you're here," he told her.

"Me neither," she admitted. "But somehow it just feels right."

Veronica couldn't believe this was real. She'd been a bundle of nerves these past few days making sure everything went according to plan. Making sure Logan was kept in the dark. She'd even sent Lilly to Logan's to keep him from poking around too much. She couldn't believe she'd pulled this off. He looked genuinely surprised.

And now this was it. The defining moment. She knew how he felt about her, and, with time and clarity, she was beginning to come to terms with the way she felt about him. The way she'd always felt about him.

Part of her stubborn head wanted to hold out, wanted her to be mad at him for all the crap he'd pulled in Neptune. But she couldn't. Everything had been such a mess for so long. It was time to just come clean. It was time to communicate. Everything in her was telling her the same thing.

"I love you," she told him. She just put it all out there in the middle of this pub in London that she and Philippa had rented for the whole evening. "I love you, Logan," she said again. "I think I always have, and I'm sure I always will."

She heard Logan's voice catch at her words, but nothing else changed. He just kept holding her tightly to him.

"I love you, too," she heard him murmur into her hair. When he finally loosened his grip enough for her to pull away, she leaned back and just stood there looking back at him, their arms clasped between them like some cheesy '90s RomCom, sniffling back tears. But she didn't care one bit. This had all been such a long time coming. It was worth it.

All at once, she remembered where they were again. A waiter in the corner stood stiffly, holding finger food she'd ordered in case things were awkward and she'd needed something to do with her hands...and mouth.

"We should sit," she told Logan, motioning to the table that had been set for them. "I ordered some food—"

"I'm too overwhelmed to eat," he admitted, sheepishly looking down at his shoes for a moment before meeting her eyes again.

"Me too," she agreed. "But that poor server has been standing there for a while. We should give him a break."

Logan chuckled and motioned for the man, who quickly laid out a few plates, poured some cabernet into two glasses, left the bottle on the table, and then made himself scarce again. Logan didn't take his eyes off her the entire time, but let go of one hand long enough to sit down at a table next to her.

His gaze was so intense that she began to get nervous. She'd just put everything on the line, and she had more to say. She just wasn't sure where to start.

"Tell me about Europe," Logan said, throwing her off-kilter.

"Europe?" she asked, surprised at the change of subject. She had assumed Logan would want to pin her down as soon as possible. "What about Europe?"

"Everything," he said plainly with that same penetrating gaze. "I want to hear everything."

Despite his head spinning after Veronica's unabashed declaration of love, Logan listened as she told him stories of all her adventures. He let her words marinate in his brain as she talked about how she'd been a bit nervous traveling alone, but she'd met wonderful people and gotten to think just of herself for the first time in so long. She beamed as she shared everything about Venice with Lilly and Philippa and a rude waiter in Sienna who tried to serve her cold coffee. She shared details about trains and leaning towers, mad taxi drivers, and train conductors who gave bad directions.

"And I'm sorry to say it, but you really do get tired of visiting churches," Veronica finished up by explaining, her eyes twinkling and lost in thought. "You wouldn't think it was possible, but it is."

Logan laughed. "Things like that do tend to run together," he told her.

"What about you?" she asked, changing the subject.

Logan shrugged. What had he done? "I don't know," he admitted. "I worked a lot. I surfed with Dick. I had dinner with Casey and listened to him pine away about missing Philippa."

Veronica nodded readily. "I think she really really likes him," she agreed.

"Yeah, she does," Logan said. "And it's mutual." He paused for a moment, thinking. "I thought about that a lot, too. That even though I made such a mess of things with you, that I was happy one good thing came out of it."

Veronica leaned forward to touch his cheek gently. "More than one thing," she promised. "I just needed a little time."

Logan nodded, reaching up to hold her hand against his face. "I think we both did." He sighed. "But I do think it needs to be said, once and for all, that I'm sorry. I handled everything so badly—"

"We both did, Logan. I—"

Logan stopped her. "No, let me finish. I want to make sure you understand. I was in the wrong. I should have just talked to you. Something was wrong and I didn't just sit down and tell you how I felt. I'm sorry, Veronica, for all of it."

"Me too," Veronica said quickly. "Thank you for saying that. And, for what it's worth, I don't think I'd have listened." She paused for a moment. "We need to work on communication," she added with a smirk

"That we do," he agreed, grinning at her. Logan needed something to do with his hands, so he captured the wine glass that was in front of him and sipped at it a few times before continuing. "I hate to ask, but have you heard from Duncan at all?" Logan asked, figuring he might as well address the proverbial elephant in the room.

"Just once," Veronica exhaled with a shake of her head and a look heavenward. She took a few sips of wine as well. "I called him after a courier arrived on my doorstep in Florence with an NDA and a check in hand."

Logan didn't know how it was possible to be so surprised and yet not so surprised at the same time. "He didn't!"

"Oh, he did. Or Celeste did. Well, more specifically, the Kane Family Trust did."

"How much?" Logan asked, needing to know how much her silence was worth to them?

"Five," Veronica said, averting her gaze, suddenly studying the table intently.

Logan let out a low whistle. "They're serious. It's more than double what I'd expect. Five." Logan turned the amount over in his head a few times. "Makes sense, though. This would ruin him. Duncan, I mean. If politics is his future." Logan shook his head. "Five mil," he tested the words. "It's a good deal. It's a drop in their bucket, and you have debt...loans."

"Hush money," Veronica shuddered. "God, and maybe if I hadn't grown up in some seedy beach town where '09ers ruled the roost, I'd be tempted to take it."

"You said no," Logan said plainly, again, surprised, yet also...not.

"I didn't say much of anything," she admitted. "I wasn't going to talk anyway, so I signed their damned NDA right in front of their notary, and it was done."

"And the money," Logan prompted. "The check."

"Well, it wasn't a literal check," she told him. "It was a figurative check. Then money just started...coming. Wiedman said—"

"Wiedman!? They brought that old dog out of retirement for this! Flew him across the world. Wow, you've really got them scared." Logan leaned back in his chair, studying her. How was she so cool about all this.

"I should be flattered, right?" Veronica snickered with a wide grin, her eyebrows raised in excitement and pride. "No, I'm sure they just don't trust anyone else. God knows what else that man has done for them over the years."

Logan shuddered dramatically to light his words. "I don't want to know. You don't want to know. I wouldn't put it past him to cover up a murder for that family. They must own him, too."

Veronica shrugged. "Philippa's dad is dealing with the money. I wasn't sure what to do—"

"You could have called me," Logan interjected, slightly hurt.

Veronica shook her head vehemently. "No!" She laid a hand on his arm. "It's not that I don't trust you, but I don't want you involved in this."

Logan shook his head, his eyes still fixed on hers. He wanted her to really hear him. "Veronica, if you think I'm not involved in this already, then I don't know what to say."

"I don't want you involved in this any more than you already are," she corrected. "Duncan didn't have much to say, and Philippa arrived the next morning. She said her dad would take care of everything, so, for once, I'm trying to relinquish control and let it be. I figured I'd let you billionaires sort it out amongst yourselves."

"I'm not a billionaire," Logan corrected. "I'm always here for you, Veronica, but you made a good choice. Jonathan is about as straight of a shooter as they come. And he has a few henchmen of his own that would scare the pants off of old Clarence."

Veronica face-palmed. "Do I even want to know?"

Logan shook his head. "No!"

A moment of silence passed between them.

"Logan," Veronica enquired, her voice suddenly soft. He hoped he hadn't scared her.

"Yeah," he asked cautiously, rubbing his fingers across her palm.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore."

Logan let out a long exhale. "Me neither," he agreed, letting out a long sigh of tension. "I just wanted to get everything...out. I wanted to discuss it once and leave it at the door."

Veronica's mouth curled up into a coy, yet almost shy, smile. "I like the sound of that."

"So, now what?" he asked her. "You've been through an interesting few months. I want to follow your lead. I want to make sure we're at a pace you're comfortable with."

Veronica didn't know how she could love him any more at that moment. "I have some ideas," she admitted, looking suddenly everywhere but at him, "but it's all a bit crazy."

"I think crazy is right on par for us," he told her.

"I've been thinking about everything, and I don't think I want to go back to Neptune," she stated vehemently. "At least not right now."

Logan's heart sank. More uncertainty. He wasn't sure what any of this meant for him. For them. He picked up the bottle of wine and busied himself by topping off their glasses.

Veronica must have noticed his change in demeanor because she put her right hand over his that was still holding her left. "I was actually thinking about...well, about…" her voice trailed off. She was losing her nerve. Logan forced himself to maintain a normal breathing pattern. He tried to arrange his face in such a way that she couldn't tell that his world was slowly crumbling under his feet. This had to be bad if she had flown all the way here to see him...but...she loved him, right?

"About possibly, maybe staying...here," she finally finished. Lamely.

It took a moment for Logan's ears to catch up to his brain and for his brain to slow down the pounding of his heart, which then triggered a slight release of panic that had settled somewhere in the form of a giant knot on the left side of his jaw. Veronica slowly began to come into focus again.

Here?

"Here?" he asked, his voice surprisingly steady.

"Here," Veronica confirmed, her eyes boring into his. "I love you," she told him. "I know you're based out of LA, but I need some more distance from everything, and…" she swallowed deeply, raggedly, "maybe we could just stay here?"

Unfortunately, for Logan, this did nothing for the racing of his heart and the beads of sweat forming near his hairline. He took another sip of wine to steady his nerves, but it didn't help. His breathing was getting more ragged too. Here? We?

"I could stay with Philippa until I get my own place," she staggered, suddenly looking down. "I want to get my own place."

Talk, Man, Logan ordered himself. He was ruining everything by not talking, but the words just weren't coming fast enough. His mind was trying to put all the pieces together. She wanted to stay here and she loved him. All this after a year of trying to convince himself that he hadn't fantasized about her being in his London home on a daily basis.

"You don't need your own place, Veronica," he told her evenly. His voice wasn't as loud as he'd have liked it to be, but at least the words had crossed his lips. But, after all that had happened in California, he was petrified or pushing her away again. Logan dropped his eyes to the table, worried. But since she'd said they'd need to work on communication… "Veronica I don't want to push you. I don't know what to say. I'm worried if I push, you'll run, and if I don't, you'll just…" Logan paused for a moment, weighing his words… "slip away again."

Veronica shook vehemently, bending down to catch his gaze, and Logan released a long sigh. She hadn't run, at least.

"Logan, it's not like that anymore. I'm so sorry about what happened back home." Veronica dropped her head back and stared at the ceiling for a moment before righting herself and continuing. "It was like temporary insanity brought on by extreme jealousy which led to intense denial and just plain stubbornness! Like once I was in to the hilt, I just couldn't turn my back on it and had to keep on course despite how much of a mess it had become. Looking back, I can't even believe it was me. Now that I've taken some time to find myself—to get myself back to...well, to being me...I don't know. There are no words." She paused for another moment, searching his eyes. "And as crazy and sudden—and yet long overdue—as it all sounds, I meant what I said. I love you, Logan."

"I love you too," he assured her. "And of course we can stay here. And you can live wherever you want. You won't get any pressure from me."

Veronica shrugged and looked at him, one eyebrow slightly raised and a smirk crossing her lips. "Sometimes I think I need a little pressure," she told him.

Veronica was struggling. She knew what she needed to do, and she'd practiced how to say everything a million times in her head for weeks. But now that the time was here, she couldn't remember how to start it. Her head kept jumping to the end result and her chest was flooded with all the emotion. Her words were stuck in her throat.

Slow down, Veronica, she told herself as she rubbed her sweaty palms together. Veronica reached out and took another fortifying gulp of wine and then busied herself with filling her glass all over again. Focus now.

Veronica pushed her glass a bit to the side so she could reach across the table. She flipped her hands up, silently bidding him to meet her halfway. Logan didn't disappoint. He reached out for her, running his fingers up past her fingers, over her palm, and a bit up her forearms before reversing the gesture. When he reached her fingers again, he laced their fingers together, pulling a bit toward him, his eyes locked on hers intently. A shiver involuntarily ran down her spine. How had she ever denied this connection? How could she have? And why would she have wanted to even try?

Now, where had they been? Oh right, pressure.

Veronica cleared her throat, which only served to dry it out further. "Logan, I want to be where you are. I don't care where I live. Nothing is as important to me as being with you."

Logan stayed silent, but she noticed a distinct twinkle in his eyes, and then he blinked several times in quick succession before looking down at their joined hands. She decided to tease him.

"I don't know if you know this," Veronica told him soberly, "but I have a teensy, weensy little issue with stubbornness."

Logan laughed at that. Actually laughed. Full-on belly laughed. "You don't say!" he mocked, pulling his hands away from hers and holding them to his chest in mock shock.

Veronica held up her hand to stop him. "Hold your horses, señor," she chastised lightly. "I feel like I am in good company when it comes to this particular vice."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Logan said, shaking his head vehemently, his eyes twinkling with laughter.

"Good thing for us both, I do," she told him. "Now give me back your hand, Mister, so I can do this," she chastised.

"Do what?" Logan turned his head slightly to give her suspicious side-eye, his hands remaining firmly on his chest.

"Why to propose properly, of course," Veronica blurted out before she could talk herself out of it.

Logan sputtered, choking on nothing momentarily until he righted himself. What?

It took him a moment to compose himself. Propose what exactly?

Veronica remained silent, raising one eyebrow at him in response. She lifted her hands an inch off the table and waggled her fingers at him, daring him to return his hands to hers. "Your hands please," she said playfully, though he noted the seriousness behind her eyes.

He had no choice but to comply. Because there was nothing in the world he wanted more than to be close to her. Well, maybe one thing.

"Logan Echolls," she ceremoniously began. "Ten years ago, you broke a date to meet me at a coffee shop and console me about the state of my love life—which we both know was non-existent."

"Probably because I ran your boyfriends off," he interjected, remembering.

"Sabotaging me does seem to be your modus operandi," she admitted.

"Only because you couldn't ever see what was right in front of you," he teased.

Veronica ignored him for a moment. "Maybe," she countered, her countenance suddenly sober.

Logan worried he'd ruined the spell, but then Veronica smiled and continued.

"Luckily, I've evolved," she told him plainly. "Now please, no more interruptions."

Logan mimicked zipping his mouth shut and then gave her back his hand.

Veronica made a big show of taking a large breath and then cleared her throat again. "Logan Echolls," she began again. "Ten years ago you proposed to me in a coffee shop. At first I thought you were just being nice. Then I thought you just pitied me."

"I never pitied you," he interjected, hurt that she could even think that.

Veronica rolled her eyes and continued as if he hadn't spoken. "I mean, how could you be serious? The whole idea was crazy. You and I never saw eye-to-eye. There aren't two people on the planet who communicated less effectively than we did."

"Is this a proposal? Because it seems like you're trying to talk me out of it."

Veronica let out a long breath and gave him a hard look. "But then...I'm drawn to you. I think about you all the time. I tell you things I can't tell anyone else." She paused. "That night on the beach…" her words drifted off and she shook her head, pulling herself back together. "You said that if we both weren't married at twenty-eight, we would marry each other."

Logan let out a long breath. This couldn't be real. He thought he'd waited too long. He thought he'd missed out. He thought he'd lost her. But here she was. Proposing. On his twenty-eighth birthday.

"And today you're twenty-eight. And I've realized that I can't — and don't want to — live without you."

Logan's head was spinning.

"Logan Echolls, will you marry me?"

And there it was. And even though she'd teased him and warned him, her proposal still took his breath away. It was more than he could ever have hoped for.

He'd worked so hard to move past his youth — the trauma and the drama. He'd come to grips with the fact that things just weren't fair. He'd spent months adjusting to the thought of living without her. But now it was all here. Everything he wanted was within his grasp, and of course, he had no intention of living without her either. He realized that he never had.

He didn't know what to say. Veronica Mars was in front of him, giving him everything he'd always wanted, and there simply just weren't words to convey the depth of his emotions. There weren't words in the English language to express what he was feeling.

Luckily for him, Veronica continued again. This time it was her eyes that shone with tears. "And I'm so sorry, Logan. I'm so sorry that we wasted ten years when we could have been together. And I wasted these past months being so stubborn that I almost ruined everything."

Logan couldn't take it. "Veronica stop," he said softly. "If there's anything I've learned over the past few years, it's that looking backward just keeps us from living fully in the present. I choose to believe we haven't wasted ten years. I choose to believe that this is how it was always meant to be. I was selfish and broken and angry. I was fighting demons I didn't even know existed. I needed this time. We needed this time."

Logan brought their hands up between them and bent forward to gently run kisses across her knuckles. "I wasn't ready for you ten years ago. I wasn't ready to be the husband you deserve. I'm not sure I ever would have been. And maybe you wouldn't have either. We needed to heal ourselves apart before we could be whole enough to come together."

Veronica let out a long breath. "Is that a yes?" she asked him, her voice shaky.

"That's a hell yes," he confirmed.

Logan couldn't keep the distance between them any longer. He stood up and pulled her into his arms, catching her face between his hands just before their lips met.

Veronica wasn't thinking clearly. She couldn't think clearly. Oxygen had been restricted to her brain and she was reduced to feeling. And it was Logan she was feeling. His lips. The prickly hair right in the spot where his head met the soft skin of his neck. His hands running up and down her arms. She needed oxygen, but this just felt too good to stop. She remembered kissing Logan being good—great even—but she hadn't remembered how strong he felt. How masculine. But she remembered wanting more. And oh how she wanted more right now.

"Eeeek!"

The squeal pulled Veronica from her reverie of being lost in Logan and got her thinking about the time. No, it certainly couldn't be eight already. Logan had been early which had given her plenty of time. And she was sure she hadn't given Philippa the text signal to come early because it had been reserved for situations of supreme discomfort if things went south. And things hadn't gone south at all. They'd gone very, very well.

But the screecher wasn't to be deterred, because of course, it was Lilly.

"It happened," Lilly's shrill voice called out. Veronica heard the distinct sound of Lilly clapping.

Veronica tried to pull away, but Logan was having none of it. With a groaned, "nuh-uh," he continued kissing her, deepening the kiss. He tipped her back for effect.

"This is sufficiently awkward," Veronica heard Philippa murmur.

Veronica was mollified. Let them be embarrassed. She was going to kiss Logan if she wanted to kiss Logan.

"Perhaps we should give them a bit more time," a distinctly English voice cut in. A distinctly male voice. It could only belong to Philippa's father, Jonathan.

At the sound of yet another intruder, Logan's lips immediately left hers, much to her dismay. He pulled her tightly to him as he turned in the direction of the doorway.

Veronica followed his gaze and saw the interlopers. Jonathan Winthrop-Scott, indeed, along with Casey and the usual suspects — Philippa and Lilly, of course. In an instant, Veronica felt insecure. She didn't for the life of her know why, but she did. It wasn't the stolen intimate moment. It was the uncertainty of how Logan would respond.

"Happy Birthday!" Philippa said, apologetically. "It's past eight," she defended herself. "I couldn't hold them off any longer."

Veronica saw Casey roll his eyes and mouth "not true" from over Philippa's head.

"It's fine," Logan said to the group. And then he turned to Veronica.

"I did say eight just in case you'd rejected me and we were just sitting here staring uncomfortably at one another over wine glasses."

"It is fine," he assured her quietly. "We've got all the time in the world." Then he turned back to the crowd. "Thanks!" he told them, tucking Veronica more tightly to him. "Your timing is impeccable because I'd like to introduce you to my fiancée, Veronica Mars."

Another ear-piercing squeal came out of Lilly, and Veronica felt herself practically tackled out of Logan's arms and into the arms of life-long her best friend. Lilly, unable to contain herself, was jumping up and down, taking Veronica with her. Veronica turned to see that Philippa had Logan trapped in a similarly bouncy hug exchange.

She loved him so much. She couldn't believe all this was happening. She couldn't believe they could be together. For a moment a wave of anxiety washed over her. They hadn't even dated. Was this insane?

Logan's eye roll protested Philippa's attention, but his sheepish grin gave him away. He was happy, and Veronica was thrilled at the sight. When Philippa managed to calm down to just a small bounce, she locked eyes with him and he mouthed "I love you" to her over Philippa's shoulder. It allayed her fears. While this might seem rushed from the outside, proposing was the least impulsive thing she'd ever done. She was sure of it.

She voicelessly told him that she loved him too. His response was to wink at her, which sent another wave of excitement down her spine. It was true. She loved him. Nothing was more certain than that. And it was all she needed.

Philippa suddenly released Logan and turned to her instead, enveloping her in a jumping trio hug with Lilly. Logan laughed out loud at the sight.

"It's perfect. Everything is perfect," Lilly said with a sigh as she calmed down.

"See? I told you, didn't I? Everything fell into place. Thanks to my meddling," Philippa told them all.

"And mine!" Lilly piped in. "I'm the one who called you in, to begin with."

"And yours," Philippa consented with a roll of her eyes. "We mustn't leave out Lilly."

"And Veronica and I get no credit here?" Logan asked. "She did just propose, after all."

"No!" Philippa interjected. "No. Neither of you gets an ounce of credit whatsoever. Idiots in love, the both of you." That got a hearty laugh from the small assembly.

"I can't believe that this all worked out," Casey said, a huge smile on his face. "You two. It feels like it's decades in the making."

"It somehow feels like it's been forever, and yet no time at all at the same time," Veronica said. The room fell silent, and she hazarded a glance at the faces taking her in. "No?"

"No!" They all said simultaneously.

"Philippa, how did you ever find this place?" Casey said, doing a slow turn to take in the decor. "It's amazing. Like straight out of a noir detective movie. I keep expecting Humphrey Bogart to walk right through the door...er...bookshelf."

Philippa glared at him, giving her the best duh expression. "Why on Pinterest of course," she told him. Veronica heard Logan chuckle. "All the best things can be found there, don't you know?"

Casey closed the distance between them and kissed the top of her head lightly. "Of course. Why didn't I think of that?"

"I loved it the moment Philippa showed it to me. It's perfect. It's so me!" Veronica agreed.

Casey gave her a long look. "A noir speakeasy detective agency is so you?"

"Totally!" she insisted. "Can you see it?"

At the long looks of her companions, Veronica continued. "Come on, can't you see it?" she asked them. "Some other time...some other life...me in a trench coat, low lighting, witty dialogue, walking the streets of Neptune, fighting the good fight all alone. Maybe I'd have a trusty four-legged sidekick and a stun gun!"

There was a long pause.

"Nope," came from Casey.

"Nuh-uh," was Lilly's reply.

"No," Philippa said skeptically with a slow shake of her head.

"Hmpf," Veronica forced an overly exaggerated pout and let out a long sigh. "I don't know what's wrong with you guys. I can totally see it." She turned eagerly to Logan.

"I think you should stick to the law," he told her carefully. Logan came over to Veronica and tucked her close, wrapping one arm around her waist and then clasping her fingers near her side. "But I'd love you either way." He placed a gentle kiss on the end of her nose, which clouded her brain enough to mollify her for the time being.

"Well, either way, this place is fabulous." Philippa motioned to the server, who was waiting quietly in the corner, trying to be invisible. "And I believe this calls for a toast." She waited until the flutes had been passed before she spoke again. "A toast," she held up her glass, "to two of my favorite people." She smiled brilliantly at Logan and Veronica. "I love you both, and I am thrilled that you have found one another finally, despite being some of the worst communicators I have personally ever met." She leaned forward and theatrically play-whispered, "you may want to work on that." Then loudly she said "But, despite that, watching you two find one another has been some of the best moments of my life. You truly were meant for one another. I wish you all the happiness in the world." The group toasted.

Philippa's father spoke up next. "And very happy birthday, Logan," he said genially. "You are the son I never had. You've fit into our lives like a piece into a picture puzzle. I can't imagine my life without you in it." Veronica felt tears burn her eyes. They loved him as much as she did. Jonathan's eyes then turned to her. "And congratulations, Veronica. Welcome to the family."

Veronica felt a tremor run through Logan and she was filled with such joy. Logan had a family. And they welcomed her as well. She couldn't believe this happy ending to the beginning of their lives together.

Notes:

Yay! That's the end of the story! I hope you guys liked it. It's always difficult to wrap things up, but this one took me longer than usual. I will do my best to complete WIPs that will be this long before I post.

There is one more chapter coming up - because this story had to end with a flash-forward wedding.

Thanks so much to kmd0107 for her beta skills and hand holding!