Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.
AN: So Valentines day is coming up and I thought maybe I should wait till then before posting...but then again. Maybe this will get you in the mood. Haha. I thank you all, whom I havent thanked for your wonderful reviews and I hope you'll like this chapter. It was fun to write. :) Cheers! Oh! Italics are flashback. :) Read and review!
Chapter 14. La vie en rose
"So she went back to that pecker…What can I say…I bowed out gracefully…" Colin sighed.
"Sure, mate, it was about as graceful as a cross-eyed hippo on a three wheeled skateboard." Finn deadpanned.
"Oh shut up!" Colin exclaimed really put out.
Logan snickered, spearing a piece of meatloaf on his fork and dropping it again with a disgusted face.
"Well Colin… he did beat the crap out of you." He then added.
"Not thy too, Brutus!" his friend feigned hurt then turning serious again. "He did no such thing."
"He broke your nose," Logan smirked, amusement dancing on his features and dark clouds on Colin's.
"AND!" Finn added, "He kicked you in the balls!"
"I hate you two." Colin murmured under his breath, his arms crossed in front of his chest. It was a freezing February 14th afternoon, a snowstorm raging outside and they had been sitting, here in the warm Yale cafeteria, enjoying their meals, though both enjoying and meals were pretty stretched phrases. Logan snickered at the sight of a couple making out at the table next to theirs, and looked away.
It was shortly after 8 when his cell phone, woke Logan. He rummaged about till he got a grip on the little thing and answered with a groggy voice. It was Lena who told him she was going to be back at 10. He mumbled a positive answer and hung up, turning his head to see Rory. He smirked finding her lost in Norman Mailers latest book.
"Morning." He greeted getting an 'mhm' in return. With a yawn he got out of bed leaving Rory under the covers, with her nose plastered to the page. He stretched while padding to the kitchen, turning on the coffeemaker and collecting the paper. He peeked into the living room, finding her parents still asleep and had poured two mugs full of coffee one for himself and one for Rory. He was about to pull the bagels out of the fridge when two arms wrapped themselves around his waist.
"Young Hitler lost your interest?" he smirked, referring to the book she was reading.
"I smelled coffee." She explained.
"Ah…silly me." He turned around facing her and shook his head in amusement seeing that she was wearing his bathrobe yet again.
"Do you want it?" he asked.
"Yes, please." She stuck out her hands in anticipation.
"Not the coffee, you caffeine buff. The robe." He rolled his eyes at her fixation.
"What? No."
"But you wear it all the time as it is."
"Because it's yours. If you give it to me, it wont be yours anymore and that would defy the grounds for wearing it." She explained as if to a three-year-old.
"The robe being mine." He deadpanned.
"The robe being yours." She nodded, "now can I…?" she tried to peer over his shoulder.
He sighed in defeat, stepping aside. Instead of launching herself at the liquid as he had expected she sweetly placed a kiss on his cheek. He had tugged on the sash of the robe pulling her closer.
"Ace, I…"
"Good morning! Is that coffee I smell?" He groaned. This could mean only one thing. The Lorelai had awoken.
"What is up with people?" he mumbled.
"It's Valentines day…duh…" Finn rolled his eyes, "I have a sweet Valentina for tonight…" he wiggled his eyebrows. "You taking Rory somewhere?"
"Nope." He answered sticking a carrot in his mouth.
"No? It's Valentines Day!!! And she is your girlfriend!"
"Thanks for the information, Finn…now I'm all up to date…girlfriend ha?" The sarcasm was dripping from his tone.
"No need to get in a paddy, mate…I'm just saying… Rory is going to be sad…"
"No she is not. We talked about this. And we agreed that Valentines Day is an overrated, plastic and cheesy holiday."
"Did you agree? Or did YOU agree?" Colin asked.
"What? …What is this guys? The Spanish inquisition? We are NOT - do you want me to spell it- celebrating Valentines Day. There is no need for A day for me to take her out… Now.. Quit it!"
"We like her, Logan." Colin said
"Well that's good."
"We really like her..." Finn emphasized.
"Oh and what I don't?"
The two just stared at him.
"Oh Come ON! I love that girl!" he exclaimed angry.
Finn dropped his fork and the table filled with silence. Logan's heart missed a beat or two and he suddenly felt sick. He loved her and those two idiots were the first to hear it. Both Colin and Finn were staring at him more confused than two woodpeckers in a concrete jungle.
Without a word he got up, leaving his friends behind, the complete shock due to his sudden confession evident on their faces.
He was just outside, breathing in the cold air watching gusts of snow being blown into every direction, when he felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped up.
"Well aren't you a scardycat…" Her voice was filled with a chuckle.
"Hey" he greeted, "Did your mom get home ok?"
"Yes, she did. What are you doing here in this…well blizzard really."
"Getting some Colin slash Finn free air…Don't you have class?"
"No. Half the classes are canceled due to the snowstorm. Roads are well inaccessible. I was off to the library and…" Logan furrowed his eyebrows when she stuck a rose in his nose.
"What…"
"I know you…we said no Valentines day…but I wanted to wish you a happy Valentines day anyway, because in a way you ARE my Valentine and well I thought why does it always have to be a guy who gives the girl flowers. I mean a girl can give a guy flowers just as good and so here for you…" she rambled, sticking out her gloved hand, holding a single red rose. Somewhere in the middle of that rant a smile had started creeping up his face.
He took the flower from her and brushed his lips softly across hers.
"Thank you, Ace."
Rory blushed.
"I think I saved the emancipation of women from doom." she chuckled.
"I think you did." He smiled, securing a loose curl behind her ear.
"Well I'll be going then… them essays don't write themselves…" she sighed and gave him a peck on the lips, before continuing her way to the library.
"I'll see you tomorrow."She smiled, turning around ones more, pulling her scarf tighter.
"Are you still going to your grandparents? In this weather?"
"Yes."
"Rory…"
"It's Friday. Friday night dinner. I'm going to my grandparents. I owe them and with mom … I want to be there."
"Rory…I don't want you to drive in this whiteout."
"I will be fine, Logan. Don't worry. I have to go." She gave him a small wave and disappeared in the mist of white.
He furrowed his eyebrows and twisted the flower in his fingers, before turning back.
"Nice flower, mate." Finn stated, once he sat down again. "Secret admirer?"
"Rory…" he sighed gazing into space for a while.
Both Colin and Finn were looking at their friend, trying to gauge him.
"I'm an idiot, aren't I." he then deadpanned. Colin and Finn looked at each other and then nodded vehemently.
"Well…" Finn started, "any man can make mistakes, but only an idiot persists in his error. So we are not giving up on you yet. Valentines day still has 8 hours and 14 minutes to go."
"I have to go, lads." He said standing up.
"You better make it good, mate!" Finn yelled after him. He grinned and turned to Colin.
"Our little boy is growing up." He brushed away a fake tear.
"Yep…That leaves one more to go." Colin nodded.
"Who?"
Colin raised his eyebrows and shook his head in desperation.
"You ring it."
"Why do I have to ring it? You ring it."
Both mother and daughter were standing outside the massive oak door, bickering about who was to ring the bell.
"I'm cold." Rory quivered.
"Then ring the bell…"
Rory pouted and was about to pull the bell, when the door flew open and both women jumped back with a yelp. It was as if the door opening was lit up by lightning and the ground shook with thunder, when Emily Gilmore appeared, frankly looking as if she got struck by lighting or had collided with an electricity cable herself.
"Mom what happened to your hair?" Lorelai inquired referring to the usually tidy classic hair due, now powerful enough to scare a seasoned punk rocker away.
"Well don't just stand there like that, get in!" Emily sneered turning around. "The new blow-dryer your grandfather brought from Japan ate my hair! Those Asians! Cruel race!"
"Oooh this is even scarier than Kirk running for town mayor." Lorelai stage whispered skipping into the house.
"What? Kirk for mayor? Mom???" Rory followed in, shutting the door.
Logan took a deep breath and got out of the car, climbing the stairs to the massive front door. Facing Emily and Richard Gilmore was at least as frightening as facing her mother, but he put on a nonchalant face and and pulled the bell.
"Yes?" a stoic looking maid answered.
"Hi. I'm here to pick up a Lorelai Gilmore," he smirked and walked past her.
"Sir! You can't just barge in like that! There is a dinner going on! Sir! " the maid scuttled after him.
"What is that commotion?" Emily uttered, hair styled as if the Kamikaze blowdryer never had hit her. They had just started their second course.
"I haven't got the faintest idea, dear." Richard answered putting down his fork.
"The mafia come to collect the debt…" Lorelai bounced in her chair. "Before you know it," she violently speared her Brussels sprout, "There will be a horses head in your bed."
Rory snickered hiding her amusement behind her napkin.
" That is sordid, Lorelai." Emily rolled her eyes. "Why can't you for once…Logan!"
"Logan?" Lorelai raised her eyebrows.
"Logan!" Richard uttered as well.
Logan?! Rory turned around on her chair and looked straight into his brown eyes.
"Sir!" The made pleaded.
"Evening everyone." Logan smirked.
"What? What are you doing here?" Rory stammered.
"I'm here to pick you up."
"Pick me up?"
"Pick her up?" the rest echoed.
"Yes," Logan interjected, "I'm sorry for barging in like this and disturbing your dinner. But I was hoping I could whisk away Rory here."
"I'm afraid I don't understand, young man." Richard furrowed his eyebrows.
"Do you know Logan?" Emily inquired her granddaughter.
"I…"
"Logan is an Eli too, Emily. And I believe he is also a member of the Yale daily news staff, isn't that right, Logan?"
Pretty stretched phrase, he thought, but nodded nevertheless.
"And you want to whisk away our granddaughter because…" Emily raised her eyebrows.
"It's Valentines day," Lorelai mouthed.
"Gary Winston is gay? Lorelai stop being absurd." Emily sneered.
"I think she tried to say waistlines filet." Richard offered.
"Well that doesn't make sense either…"
Lorelai heaved a sigh.
"Valentines day! VA-LEN-TINES DAY!" She emphasized.
"Well why don't you just say that?" Emily shook her head. "Is this true, Logan? Are you here to surprise Rory for Valentines Day?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Oh but that is wonderful!" Delightedly the elderly woman clapped in her carefully manicured hands. "Do you hear that, Richard? Rory has a secret admirer."
"Secret...hmmm." Lorelai batted her eyelashes.
"Lorelai cut it out! I'm starting to think that you have brain damage. Maybe the nanny dropped you on your head."
"That would explain a lot…The howling to the moon, involuntary arm movements…" she exchanged an amused look with Logan.
Rory was rooted to her chair, trying to grasp what was happening.
"Rory?" he offered her his hand. She looked at it.
"But…"
"No ifs, ands or buts about this. Just come with me. One minute less you haven't lived," he winked. She bit her lip with a smile, taking his hand.
She looked at her grandparents and saw Emily practically swooning at the scene before her as if it was a glorified version of Casablanca, she looked at her mother and saw her mouthing ' have fun'.
"Shall we?" she then asked.
"We shall. Enjoy your evening. Emily, wonderful as ever." Logan smirked, howling his woman out the door.
Lorelai swallowed her meatloaf, feeling slightly uncomfortable as Emily's peircing eyes were burning a whole in her skull.
"Why didn't you tell us?!"
"Tell you what?"
"About Logan courting Rory." Richard added.
"Courting? They haven't used that on since the Industrial Revolution."
"Lorelai!" Emily exclaimed.
She jumped up.
"He is her boyfriend! God!"
"Do you hear that, Emily? Rory has a boyfriend!"
"Boy do you two need an update." Lorelai mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing...nothing. I said they look cute together."
"Yes they do...imagine his blond hair and her blue eyes." Emily swooned, causing Lorelai to choke on her wine.
"Slow down!" Rory exclaimed, trying to keep up.
"You slow down, you die."
"Yeah well you go too fast in heels you kind of die also." She whined.
He held open the door of the SUV for her.
"Where are we going?" she asked fastening her seatbelt.
"You'll see." He smirked.
"But…"
"Are you really going to start that again?" he snickered pulling out of the Gilmore driveway.
" New Haven! We are in New Haven!" she exclaimed a good half an hour later.
"No!"
"Where are you taking me? To some restaurant??? Chapel street? Why are you turning into Chapel street? And…High street and you are stopping…why are you stopping?" she rambled non-stop and Logan rolled his eyes at her inpatience.
"Because the light is red?"
"But why High street? You…"
"Live on High Street?" He smirked. "Yep."
She rolled her eyes.
"But why?"
"Why? Why? Why? Why?" he mimicked her and she stuck her tongue out to him. He pulled in his parking space.
"Mademoiselle," he helped her out of the car, putting a hand on the small of her back and leading her into his building.
They greeted Eddie and stepped into the elevator.
"What will I find in there?" Rory asked, "Finn in a diaper, fluffy wings and a heart shaped bow and arrow?"
"Aw, Ace! Now you ruined the surprise! All the effort I put into it! The blackmail the torture!" he put a hand on his heart, while the elevator echoed with his heartfelt cries.
"I think Finn would volunteer for a thing like that…even pay you!"
"Probably true." The elevator pinged and they entered the dimly lit hall.
"Close your eyes." He told her pulling the keys out of his pocket.
"What no blindfolds this time?"
"I trust you. Hey! No peeking!"
She let him lead her into the apartment, heels clicking on the hard wooden floor, warmth surrounding her.
"Open them…" he said somewhere close her ear. She could feel his breath in her neck. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked around the room speechless. The coffee table was gone. In its place lay blankets and pillows, Chinese food waiting. The fire was cozily crackling and candles were shrouding the room in a warm dusk. She turned to look at him.
"You didn't have to do this…"
"Yes, I did and I think an apology is in place as well. I was yelling so hard that Valentines day is stupid, that I completely missed out on the fact that you thought otherwise." He explained.
She blushed, enveloping him in a hug.
"You just did it to save your masculinity."
Logan smiled running a hand through her hair, taking in the sweet scent.
"Are you hungry? We have Peking duck."
"Peking duck?"
"Mhm."
"Lucky me."
"Yes…the duck was not quit as lucky."
They sat down on the floor and Rory smiled when her eyes caught the rose she had given him that afternoon, sitting in a wine bottle on the pool table.
"Oof I'm stuffed." Rory puffed laying her head on a pillow.
"Stuffed?! You didn't even taste the dessert!" he exclaimed, getting up.
" Where are you going?" she asked sitting up again and craning her neck.
"I'll be right back, just getting the dessert" his muffled response reached her.
Rory sighed sipping from her wine and fixed her eyes on the dancing fire.
"Happy Valentines day." Logan said putting something around her neck. Struck by surprise Rory tried to turn around.
"A-a-a, one second. There." He said fastening whatever he had put around her neck.
"What?" She looked down and found an antiqued round locket pendant. It had a stunning flower motive and was hanging on a simple silver rope chain.
"Logan…it's beautiful." She uttered.
"You didn't have to do this."
"I wanted to…" he smiled.
"It's really. Wow." She kissed him. "It's the prettiest gift you have ever given me."
"I'm glad you like it."
"Like it? I love it!"
He sipped from his wine, looking at her dressed in that spellbinding pale pink chiffon dress. Delicate. Elegant. Classic. Her brown curls hugged her shoulders and back, the red ribbon that was holding a few strands of hair out of her lightly made-up face, coaxed a smile and he wanted nothing more than to have her then and there.
Rory saw it in his eyes, the need, desire and she was feeling it too. She got up putting the wineglasses and bottle on the mantelpiece and letting herself down on the floor, facing him. Their kiss was a gentle, lingering touch of the lips, a hesitation present on both parts as they were taking the time to memorize the feeling before they 'd part. The second she opened her eyes, he drowned in the blue of them a thousand times before claiming her lips, claiming her as his.
Logan leaned against the couch, heart racing eyes half closed, taking her in, her chest was rising and falling deeply with every breath she took; the pendant seductively falling in between her breasts; her soft curls, now a little messy draped over her shoulders; her golden skin shimmering with perspiration; her pupils wide in the blue pools of her eyes; lips swollen, slightly parted. So beautiful, sweet, his.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
He smiled lazily.
"I was thinking that you are wonderful."
"How a cliché thing to say, mister Huntzberger."
"Do you prefer I love you?" he asked.
Rory was speechless. He wouldn't joke about something like that, would he?
Logan raised his eyebrows at her almost shocked facial expression.
"Rory?"
"I…don't joke about that."
She looked away.
"Rory, I don't… maybe it came out a little clumsy, but I wasn't joking. I love you. Look at me."
She steered her gaze to his face and couldn't find any trace of mockery, or play. His expression was completely sincere.
"I love you." He repeated, running a hand through her hair.
"I don't know what to say…"
"Well there is a new development. How about I love you back?" he smirked.
She smiled, the fire providing just enough light to confirm that she was blushing.
"I love you back."
He interlaced his fingers with hers and put her arms around his neck. Unconsciously her fingers entwined in his hair as he drew her closer.
"Are you happy?" she asked.
"I have quite a peaceful state of mind." He smirked.
"But you are not happy?" she inquired once more.
He groaned kissing her neck.
"Ace, you are sitting on me …naked. Yes, I'm happy!"
"You pervert!"
"Pervert? Art can never exist without naked beauty display'd."
"Who said that? Milton?" Rory chuckled.
"No, Blake actually."
"Well close enough."
"Shameful, Ace."
"Forgive me, oh literary gods." She cried out dramatically.
Logan laughed. Maybe, just maybe he was going to like Valentines day after all.
It was a ray of sunlight that woke him. Becoming more and more aware of the fact that he was on the floor he opened his eyes. He took in the disorder of pillows and blankets and Rory's face, close to his, a tangle of curls flared over the pillow she had her head on. He smiled, shifting a little, with a wince as a result. He felt as stiff as a piece of wood. The camping in the living room might have been a romantic idea, it hadn't been a very practical one. He wanted to move but found her weight on his arm and admitted defeat with a chuckle. With his free hand he stroked her nose till she sleepily opened her eyes.
"Hey," she uttered in a sluggish voice accompanied with a lazy smile, followed by a cringe as she moved a little.
"My bones hurt," she whimpered.
"I know…" he smirked, pulling his arm from under her.
"I can't move," she whimpered.
"I know…"
Rory craned her neck, taking in the chaos they had made in the living room. The fire was smoldering in the fire place. She let her head fall in the pillow again and smiled at Logan, who was looking at her.
"Morning, lover." she chuckled.
"Morning, sunshine."
"I want coffee…and a bagel and…"
"…a hot shower." Logan finished.
"You read my mind, but I can't move."
"Come on we'll roll one another…"
"Ow!" Rory laughed as Logan pulled her, red sheet and all off the floor.
"Move those legs."
"I can't…carry me!" she exclaimed hanging her weight on his neck.
"Aaaah! Ace. No!"
They ended up on the floor once more and both heaved a deep sigh.
"Are you going to Hartford today?" she asked.
Logan nodded.
"Give me a ride since you kidnapped me and all?"
He looked at her with a cheeky grin.
"But of course. The Hollow calling?"
"Yes. There are town mayor elections. Kirk for mayor… I HAVE to see that. I mean IF Kirk gets himself elected town mayor. I think I'm gonna go for president."
"Me being first boyfriend…not bad." Logan mulled.
Rory laughed, resting her head on his shoulder.
"We are going to die here." She then 'cried'.
"No we are not. Come on, get that butt off the floor."
"I can't!"
"Yes you can! Listen, if you want to get elected president, you'll need some combat experience. And since you didn't fight in Nam… I think you should go for the next best thing."
"Lug my body to the shower?" she raised her eyebrows.
"Exactly!"
With a growl she got on all fours and proceeded to haul up her body, uttering a satisfied 'haha!' when she got up.
"And that, my friend, is a homo erectus!" she stated.
"Hey you, beautiful homo erectus, help this chimp through evolution?"
With a role of her azure eyes she pulled him up.
"You are so weak." She uttered pulling the sheet tighter around her naked body. He raised his eyebrows an wickedness flashing through his eyes as he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, before she could let out a shriek.
She screamed when Logan turned on the freezing water planting her in the tub. Desperately she tried to escape but the now wet sheet was tangling around her legs. He took pity on her when she started chattering her teeth.
"Iii-hhhaaatte yyyou!" she quivered, when he pulled her icy body out of the tub, untying the sheet with a smirk.
"That's for insulting my masculinity, you little devil," Logan laughed, not too worried about her angry facial expression, pulling her into the steaming shower.
She would have crawled into the showerhead if that would have been humanly possible. The hot water pouring down on her, warming her skin.
She turned around sticking her finger in his chest ready to eat him alive when he uttered 4 little words carrying the weight of 4 elephants.
"Move in with me..." He said.
"What?" Rory asked, thinking the shower distorted his words.
"Move in with me. Here."
"But…" she put her finger down.
"Why cant you just say yes or no for once?" he laughed.
"Well it's a big step."
"Rory, you are here all the time as it is. You don't like your place. I don't like your place…"
"You don't like my place?"
He let out another laugh.
"I love you in your place. I'm not too keen on your place itself."
She blushed, a smile creeping up her lips, her anger forgotten. That phrase still made her so weak at the knees as if he had said it for the first time.
"What?"
"Nothing…" She kissed him.
"So will you at least think about it?"
"I'll think about it." She smiled.
"Good. Turn around." She did as she was told and closed her eyes as his hands rubbed her back and neck loosening the rigid muscles.
"Logan?"
"Mhm."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For last night, for the necklace, for pulling me out of my grandparents dinner…you do know that whole of Hartford now knows that you are my boyfriend?"
"I don't care."
"Thank you for loving me." She finished softly.
He turned her around catching her lips with his, knocking her off balance. She slipped and his grip tightened around her, preventing her to hit the wall. They pulled apart only when suffocation became a real hazard. Her lungs were burning, their cry for air almost deafening.
"You.. are… going to… kill… me," she panted.
"Only if you are not going to kill me first." He huffed with a laugh.
"Thank God I am a non-smoker." Rory mumbled leaning her head against the wall, her heartbeat slowing down little by little.
"You know you should train athletes with those kisses. Divers and mountaineers and…"
"Rory?"
"… marathon runners…" she rambled on.
"Rory." He moved his head towards hers.
" ..and…no, no, please, take pity on…" she begged, but got cut off by what she only could describe as the perfect kiss. It was tentative, soft and sweet; long enough to give her a tingling tummy sensation, but short enough to leave her wanting for more. She whimpered at the loss of touch when he moved away, leaning his forehead against hers, eyes closed. They stood that way for it seemed forever. Eyes shut, foreheads leaned against each other, the shower raining down on them, Logan's arms detaining her rooted in that spot. Not that she would have moved otherwise. She was floating, his taste still teasing her lips.
"That was…a 10." She breathed eventually, eyes still closed.
"On the Richter scale?" Logan asked.
"No, that was the kiss before this one. This one was perfect…"
She opened her eyes and looked right into his arrogant, assured smirk, earning him a smack.
"God! You are such a…" Rory exclaimed.
"Perfect kisser?" he asked snickering.
"Arrogant ass!"
Now he roared with laughter, still imprisoning her. She huffed trying to get out.
"I might be an arrogant ass, Ace, but you love me."
She scoffed finally sliding her way out and leaving the shower.
"Fix me a cup of coffee too?!" He yelled after her.
"I'll fix you a cup…of arsenic!" she retorted leaving the bathroom. Logan chuckled closing his eyes again and letting the hot water untie his body. Life was looking pretty good now- he groaned when turning his sore neck- but no more living room picnics.
He watched her sitting on a barstool and reading the paper. She was wearing skinny jeans and a white woolen turtleneck hugging her curves. Her damp hair was held back by a pair of hair sticks. And he could imagine her sitting there everyday, in their kitchen, reading their paper, drinking coffee out of their mugs. He put a hand on her back and placed a kiss on her temple.
"I've come to redeem myself."
"I resent you at the moment." Was her reply, before she turned the page.
"Come on…I'm really really sorry that I put you in that cold tub…and that I acknowledged the fact that I am the best kisser you've come across."
She shot him a look.
"You just can't help it, can you now."
"You still love me," he smirked and she scoffed.
"But to ease your pretty little mind, you are the best kisser I've come across as well. And I love you." He paused. "I love everything about you. Especially how you slurp noodle soup through your front teeth." She couldn't help it, a snicker escaped her lips.
"Rory?"
"Mhm."
"I meant what I said. About you moving in here."
She opened her mouth to respond.
"Don't say anything. Just think about it. Make a pro/con-list, ask a fortune teller…"
She smiled, filling a mug and slid it to him.
"Ok."
"Ok." He gave her a smile back, before suddenly snatching the paper from her.
"Hey! I was reading that!"
"You snooze, you lose." Was his response.
"I am so not sharing my strawberry jam bagel." She sulked. On the inside on other hand she was floating on clouds; Big, fluffy, soft, pink clouds. Life was perfect. Life was pink.
TBC.