17 years later –
It's been almost 17 years since you seen him. That's a long time to go without somebody. You miss him so much, everything about him. The way he blushed when he saw you naked or how he was always shy around you at first.
You're glad he called you 2 days ago. You talked on the phone with him for hours, about nothing in particular. He didn't ask about your life and you didn't ask about his. You decided it was time to see him again and you arranged to have lunch with him 2 days from then.
So you're here. In a tiny little restaurant that has only recently opened. You're sitting at a table for two by the window, glancing at the menu when you hear the chime of the bell on the door and see him walk in looking around for you. He dismisses the lady who asks if he wants a table and heads straight to you with a huge grin on his face.
"Veronica." He says, wrapping his arms around you tightly.
"Leo." You say, kissing his cheek.
How you've missed that hair and his adorable face. He sits down across from you, he can't stop smiling, neither can you.
"God, it's been too long, Veronica."
"I know. It's been almost 17 years you know."
You put down the menu and grab his hand. He let's you.
"I haven't heard from you in so long. Since then actually. We kinda just lost touch, hey?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry about that." You laugh.
"It's alright. I get it."
It's silent but only for a second or two.
"So, what's been going on in your life Leo?" You ask.
He smirks at you. "I got married three years ago. I would have sent you an invite but I didn't know where to look."
"Oh, congratulations. What's her name?"
"Renee."
You nod as the waiter comes over and takes your order. You order chicken, salad and fries and he orders a burger.
"What about you, Veronica? Who's the man in your life?"
You smirk because he already knows the answer to that.
"Logan."
"I know." He laughs. "I figured. How long you two been married?"
"Uh, 16 years this August."
He gives you this huge smile and says something about it being great that it's lasted so long.
"Have kids?" You ask him, sipping your water.
"Yeah, actually. My wife gave birth a few months ago. Baby girl, her names April. Actually I think I might have a picture here…" He says, trailing off as he pulls out his wallet and reveals a picture of a baby with jet black hair.
"She's adorable."
"Thanks."
Leo puts his wallet back in his pocket and looks at you. "Any kids of your own?"
You smile and rummage through your bag and find three recently taken pictures.
"Three." You say laying the photos on the table in front of Leo. "This is Jeremy, my youngest, he's seven." You tell Leo pointing to the picture of Jeremy. "This is Sarah, she's the middle child and she's 11." You move to the next picture. "And this is Emma, the eldest. She's 15."
"Wow, you and Logan have been busy…" He smirks.
You hit Leo playfully and put away the pictures of your three children.
"Shut up." You tell him.
"I'm just joking. Tell me about your kids? There's really not much to tell about mine. She's a few months old, cries, sleeps, vomits, shits, eats, sleeps some more."
You laugh. "Jeremy is your typical boy. He loves his toy cars. Sarah, she's an activist. She wants to be a world peace leader some day because she hates animal cruelty. She's a vegetarian. And Emma, well she's just your average high school girl. She's the captain on her cheerleading squad."
"Sarah is 11 and already wants to be a world peace leader? I don't even think I knew what that was until I was 20." He laughs.
"I know. She's just so smart and bright. She stopped eating meat a year ago and ever since she's been making flyers to ban whaling and cruelty to other animals. She's quite a handful."
"And how's Logan? Still that brooding 'I'll never grow up' kind?"
You both get your meals, Leo digs in immediately.
"He was, for a few months after we got married but then I told him I was pregnant and he grew up so much. He got a good job, always made sure I was at my doctor appointments, he stopped drinking. He was really good."
"That's good to hear. I thought I might have had to go around to yours and beat him up."
You both stop talking while you eat and then afterwards he pays for the check even after you said you'd get it.
"Leo, you didn't have to." You say, walking along the beach with him.
"It's cool. The man should always pay."
He starts talking about his job and his wife and daughter when you notice a girl sitting on the beach in a cheerleading outfit with a boy. At first you don't recognise the girl but as you get closer you recognise that blonde hair.
"Excuse me." You tell Leo, running towards the girl.
"Emma Caitlyn Echolls!" You yell. She stands up quicker than you've ever seen her do and looks mortified.
"Mom. What are you doing here? I thought you were going to Mac's today?"
"It's none of your business where I go or what I do young lady but you are supposed to be in school not on the beach with some boy."
Emma recoils, the boy disappears quickly. You grab your daughter by the arm and pull her over to Leo.
"Leo this is my daughter, Emma. The cheerleader I told you about."
"Oh. Yeah. Hi Emma, it's nice to meet you." Leo says shaking her hand.
"Ew mom. Are you trying to set me up with some 40 year old?" Emma says.
Leo laughs, he finds it hilarious. You find it rude.
"Emma! This is Leo my good friend from when I was in my teens. I'm not trying to set you up with him. And for the record he's not 40 just yet."
Emma blushes a bright red and apologises, Leo just brushes it off as usual.
"I should go." Leo says, looking at his watch.
"Okay. Yeah, I should too. I have to call Logan and tell him about Emma."
"It was nice seeing you, again, Veronica. Don't be a stranger okay? Call me or something soon, we'll have lunch again or you can come over to mine for dinner with Logan and the kids."
"Yeah, sure."
You hug Leo, kissing his cheek and just really embracing him because it had been forever since you seen him.
"Bye, Leo."
He waves at you as he makes his way to his car and you to yours.
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Logan gets home late at night, around 10pm or so. The kids are in bed and you've been sitting in the study working on a case. He stands in the doorway looking at you.
"You're home." You say.
"I'm home."
"It's late. You should go to bed, you have to be up early."
He walks over to you and picks you up so easily. He carries you up the stairs and all the way into yours and his bedroom before dropping you gently on the bed and kissing you sweetly.
"So should you." He whispers.
You smile and run your fingers through his hair like you've done millions of times before this.
"I had lunch with Leo today." You confess, hoping he won't feel angry.
"Oh. Really? It's been a long time since I've heard about him. I didn't know you still kept in touch with him."
"I didn't. Until the other day. He rang and we organised lunch. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
"It's alright. I have nothing to worry about, right?"
"Of course not, Logan." You laugh softly. "We have three kids together and we've been married for 16 years this year. Why would I ever want to get rid of you? I love you."
He smiles and starts kissing your neck.
"I love you too, baby."
"Logan." You laugh, giggling as he kisses all over your neck. "We agreed not to have sex whilst the kids are here. Jeremy almost walked in on us the other night."
"I don't care. I want to make love to you, Veronica Echolls. God, Veronica Echolls. That still sounds weird hey?"
You sit up and kiss him softly. "Not really. I like it."
"I like Veronica Mars. My sexy, investigative Veronica Mars."
"My sexy, brooding Logan Echolls."
Logan ravishes your mouth, his fingers travelling down your body in a familiar way. They glide over you skin and in between your thighs. He stops briefly to pull your panties down to your ankles but then continues his exploration.
Making love with Logan is amazing. But it's not the best thing about your almost 16 years of marriage to him. Everything is in a way, but your favourite thing has been the kids and how he's cared for you and them when you've been sick. He's amazing. Even more so than he ever was.
"I can't imagine my life without you, Veronica." He whispers, slipping inside you and groaning into your ear.
"I can't imagine my life without you." You counter, biting his ear lobe.
And to imagine that it almost didn't happen…
Before he says another word a barely dressed woman walks out of Logan's room with a dazed look. She's wearing one of Logan's shirts that reaches just past her thighs. You look to her and then him and get what's gone on.
"Veronica this is Mindy."
You have tears in your eyes but you don't want to cry in front of Logan or his skank. You give a fake smile, place your hand on his chest and kiss his cheek.
"Sorry about interrupting your night. Um, I'll see you around. Bye."
Leaving the pair alone you run out the door and into the hallway of the hotel.
Logan follows after you, running down the hall in just his boxers. You reach the elevator and furiously press the button, wiping at your eyes to eradicate the tears that just won't stop haunting you.
He catches up and stops you just as the elevator door opens. You wish he hadn't.
"Veronica, wait, please?"
You get in the elevator but he won't give up. He gets in with you. He talks fast but you hear nothing. Finally when he notices you're not listening he presses the emergency stop button on the elevator and it comes to an abrupt halt.
"Logan, please. Just let me go."
"No. Veronica I love you. God, I love you so much."
"Why were you with another girl then, Logan?"
"You left me, Veronica for Leo. I wasn't thinking."
You can't really be angry at him after all you slept with Leo not more than an hour ago.
"I slept with Leo." You whisper, feeling guilty for ridiculing him.
"That's okay, Veronica. I don't care. All I care about is you and our future. I want to be with you, Veronica. Now, tomorrow and 20 years from now."
He gets on one knee and reveals a little blue velvet box from behind his back. You gasp because you know what he's about to do, after all he's asked you twice before. This time is different though, there's a ring and he's on one knee and it's just so perfect in yours and his world.
"I love you, Veronica Mars. We're not perfect, or close to it. We're everything wrong in a relationship but I don't care about that. We are Logan Echolls and Veronica Mars, we're not some sappy romance novel, we are meant to be Epic. We are epic. Marry me Veronica. Make me the luckiest and happiest guy ever to walk the Earth and do me the honour of being your husband."
You have this great big smile on your face, it stretches right across your face and bares all your pearly white teeth. You help Logan up and kiss him passionately, running your fingers through his hair and along his bare back.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. I'll marry you Logan. I'll be your wife."
He picks you up and pushes you against the wall, still holding you and kissing you all the right ways.
But no one needs the dirty details, they've seen and heard it all before. It may have been their 20th or 30th time having sex together but this time was different. This was the first real time making love, together as fiancé's.
It's been a long hard road for you and Logan. Things haven't always been easy or the best or even pleasant. Through thick and thin he's always been there for you, no matter what.
To think that this all happened because you thought he was the pizza man with your pizza.
"We are epic, Veronica Echolls, epic in ourselves, our lives, our children, our jobs and our love. There's not one thing about you or I that isn't but I love that about us and our relationship. We're far from the normal and maybe that's what makes us work so well. You're my whole life, my whole fucking epic saga of a life."
With one last kiss on the mouth and a whisper of an I love you, you close your eyes and lean your head against Logan's chest. Tonight you'll sleep well, knowing that even if your life is a dramatic tale of loss, love and lies, you'll be okay with Logan.
You'll finally be okay.
Well, it's finally over. Sorry to everyone for taking so long to update this, I've been dealing with alot lately. Reviews are really appreciated and might inspire me for a new VM fic.
Deleted chapter will follow epilogue.