I know, I suck at updating. But better late than never, right? I'm not going to make excuses but I can make a promise. I currently have another chapter completed, aching to be posted within the next day or two AND right now, as I type, I'm working on another one! So that's 3 chapters in one week! I'll call it my belated holiday gift to you all.

Anyway, without further adieu, Chapter 12...

"Children, I've been worried sick," Logan joked as Dick and I walked into the Presidential Suite, "I give you a curfew so that you don't go out and get pregnant. Oh, wait…"

I handed the bag we had brought back from Amy's, "Here, Dick, you can have Logan's ice cream."

Logan's demeanor changed as he reached for the bag of goodies, "No! I'm sorry! Give me treats."

The three of us settled on the couch and Logan began contently eating the assortment of flavors we had picked for him. The silence was anything but awkward for once. I couldn't help but let out a sigh after the long day I had partaken in.

"What did you crazy kids do today?" Logan asking, licking his spoon.

"Well, I went shopping, as you know. Then Richard here came and picked me up and we got ice cream."

Dick brought his head up, "Yeah, you're welcome, man."

Logan tipped his cup of ice cream towards Dick, "What else did you do because I know you sure as hell didn't shop that long."

"Well, this kind of shopping was hard," I diverted my vision to the bag I brought up from my shopping excursion.

"Do tell."

I sighed again, pushing myself off the couch. The walk across the room was dreadful because actually showing people my purchase made it real. I pulled the pair of pants out of the bag and held them up for the guys to see.

"Are those…" Dick squinted.

"Don't say it," I held up a finger warning.

Logan laughed, "Oh Sugarpuss, why didn't you tell me?"

"This," I motioned to the pants, "Is not funny."

Logan and Dick shared a glance before both broke out into a laughing fit.

"I hate you both," I threw the pants in the bag and crossed my arms. I slumped all the way back to the couch trying to suppress the color from rising to my cheeks.

"No but really," Logan wiped the tears from his eyes, "I would've given you my credit card, or gone with you had you told me."

I shook my head, "There is no way in hell that I would've let you see me like that. No way, no how. Besides I don't need your money."

"Hey," Logan scooted closer to me, "I want to spoil you. I mean I did get you into this mess. Besides I should have a say in what fat clothes you wear."

I sucked my bottom lip in, "You think I'm fat?"

He watched my face closely as my lip began to quiver. I felt the tears I'd been holding in since the visit with Dick's dad threatening to fall. I was Veronica Mars and I wasn't one to cry but the stupid hormones were not making that easy.

"No, no, no!" He placed his hands on my shoulders, "I was just kidding. I thought we were joking around."

I sniffled, "I can't help it. I'm so damn emotional."

"It's okay," Logan rubbed my arms, soothing me.

Dick cleared his throat, "You can hit me if you want."

Both Logan and I looked at him quizzically before bursting out into hearty laughter. The Dick I knew was back and I hated to admit it but I almost missed the dumb blonde.

"So did you say something about a movie night?" I sawed my arm across my nose.

Logan smiled dropping his hands from my arms, "What do you guys want to watch?"

"Can we watch something sappy?" I tilted my head to the side for guaranteed agreement, "I really just want to cry."

I watched as Dick and Logan shared scared looks but for the sake of winning, I pretended to ignore them both. At least this would give me a reason to let it all out without having to explain my day, thus giving Dick up in the process.

Of course the only sappy movie the Neptune Grand had to offer was 'The Notebook' but at least I was guaranteed a good cry. And cry I did as the movie came to a close. I had to be the farthest thing from attractive as I sat, nestled in between the arm of the couch and Logan's warm body. It didn't bother me that Dick retreated to his room to get away from my hearty sobs but I had a slight suspicion he was doing a similar action. It had been a rough day for both of us.

My phone jingled from inside my purpose and suddenly the side of my body where Logan had been only seconds ago ran cold.

"It's your dad," Logan commented holding the phone out for me to see.

"Give…me…a minute…" I choked out trying to calm myself down.

Logan pat my hair, "I'll talk to him." He walked across the room to answer the phone so my father didn't hear me crying, "Sheriff Mars! To what do I owe this pleasure?" Logan paused listening to my father, "I am aware this is Veronica's phone. She's a little busy right now. Can I take a message?" Pause. "Yes that is her crying. We watched 'The Notebook'." Pause. "No, no, I'll drop her off. Or if you don't mind, she could just stay here…" His voice trailed off. "Well, I mean, there's nothing really for you to worry about now." Logan's smile quickly turned upside down, "Yes, sir that was too soon. But I promise to have her back to you, in one piece tomorrow morning." Pause. "You have a great night too, sir."

He hung up the phone and a smile crept back to his face, "We're having a slumber party, Sugarpuss. Does that cheer you up a bit?"

"Can we watch another movie?" I asked, batting my teary eyes at him, "Something funny?"

He nodded and settled back into his spot next to me. Navigating the remote he settled on 'Wedding Crashers' before we sat in a comfortable silence. As the movie progressed from endless boobs in our faces to an actual story, I felt my eyes getting heavier. I was even conscious of my head nodding out, falling on Logan's shoulder earning a smile or two.

He stood, sliding his arms under my legs and behind my back. I squirmed a little in protest.

"I want to finish the movie," I whined, fighting to keep my eyes open.

"I'll pause it," He bargained, "You're exhausted."

And so I gave in, cuddling into his strong arms as he carried me towards his bed, "No, I'll sleep on the couch."

He laughed, "You're kidding me right?"

"No," I tried to fight the sleep to protest putting him out of his bed but before I knew it I was tucked under his covers. I heard a lulling shushing sound and finally I settled into the soft sheets. Behind my eyelids dimmed and I squinted to see what was going on.

Logan paused in the doorway, staring at me in his bed. I had to admit, it had been a long time since I'd stepped foot into his suite let alone his bed but it felt right to be between his sheets.

"Stay," I whispered as he turned to leave me alone in his room.

He laughed softly, "I don't think your father would like that."

I just pat the open side of the bed in response. I heard him cross the room. The faint sounds of him undressing were the only other sounds besides our breathing. And lastly, I felt him slide into the bed next to me, slipping his arm underneath my pillow. I snuggled closer, leaning my head on his firm chest and slowly fell asleep to the sound of his beating heart.

Crap.

His lips closed over mine. I could feel his hot breath move from my lips and down my jaw line to my neck. Each kiss burned my skin but I didn't mind. I had missed this.

His hands were everywhere from my cheeks to my arms then my stomach ending at my inner thigh, forcefully caressing my exposed skin.

I took this opportunity to rake my fingers over his hard chest, his muscular back, committing every muscle, every ripple to memory. As if I hadn't already done this.

His lips found mine again and this time, I let his tongue explore my mouth. Together our tongues seemed to mold together as my hand made its way down, down, down to his…

My eyes shot opened. My heart was racing and my breathing mirrored that. Logan was lying there, facing me with a smug look on his face.

"Bad dream?" He asked with a smirk on his face. It wasn't bad but it was bad.

I angrily crossed my arms over my chest trying to turn away from him but he caught my cheek before I could.

"What were you dreaming about?" He asked coyly. I blushed at the thought, "Where you dreaming about me?"

"No!" I was quick to answer trying to hide the rise in my voice.

He sneered, "Then why did you say my name?"

"I did not say your name," I blushed a deeper crimson.

"You're right," His smile grew wider; "You moaned it."

"Oh, God, I didn't," I was utterly mortified.

He lightly tapped my nose, wrinkling his for an 'Aw how cute!', "Oh but you did Bobcat. So I think it's only fair you tell me what you were moaning about…"

"That's not fair!" I pouted, "I'm pregnant and hormonal and I shouldn't be held accountable for my dirty dreams!"

"So it was dirty!" Logan yelled with triumph.

"Oh you are impossible," I seethed. I wiggled out from under his arm and tried to get out from the tangled sheets. In the battle between me and the sheets, the sheets won hands down.

Logan to this opportunity to pull me back towards him, "I think it's cute. And flattering. And completely sexy."

"Sexy? You think this is sexy?" I pushed the sheets farther down around my legs motioning to the bulge coming over the top of my tight jeans. With ease, Logan reached over and unbuttoned the constricting pants.

"Yes, I do," His hand caressed my stomach carefully, avoiding the still yellowish green bruise, "I think you're more beautiful than ever."

I scoffed at his comment, "Oh please. I'm repulsive."

"Veronica Mars, you could never be repulsive," Logan brought his hand up from my stomach to lightly caress my cheek, "You're simply glowing."

I quivered under his warm touch, "Don't say things like that. I just might believe you."

"Oh believe me," He rubbed his thumb under my eye, "It takes all of my energy to not kiss you every time we're together."

"Then do it," I swooned, thinking back to last night's dream.

Logan stuttered, "Don't tempt because I don't think I'll be able to stop myself."

"Do it," I whispered closing my eyes, waiting for his lips to find mine.

I waited for what seemed like forever, eyes closed, lips puckered but nothing happened. And then I jumped at the moist lips that worked their way up my stomach. They jumped over where my shirt covered my skin and reconnected with my collarbone. They traced up my next to my jaw, my cheeks, my forehead before finally coming back down to my nose and then my lips.

I couldn't even stop the whimper as it escaped my lips. I felt Logan smile as he continued to kiss me, hungrily as if it would be his last time.

"I forgot to mention," He smiled down in between kisses, "How amazing your boobs are."

And as quickly as this all started, I slid out from underneath him and he fell solidly onto his mattress. He laid there, with his head in the pillows with balled up fists.

"You just had to ruin it didn't you," I fought back tears.

He flopped over on his back, rubbing his face with his hands, "I told you I wouldn't have been able to stop myself."

I stood there, next to his bed with my arms crossed over my newly appreciated chest.

"Just come back in bed," He pleaded, patting the space next to him like I had last night.

I inched closer, "You just have to understand. I'm hormonal…and extremely horny."

"I – I can deal with that," I watched as he gulped.

I took another step closer so my thighs were brushing against the bed, "I just don't want you to get confused. We're just friends."

"Just friends," He breathed as he reached for me.

Now I was sitting on the edge of the bed, "It's just, its been a while. Piz and I have been broken up for…"

"Stop talking," Logan pounced, pushing me down onto the bed. He continued ravaging my whole body. I arched into him enjoying every inch of the contact.

Soon enough his breath was quick and hot. He hastily pulled his t-shirt over his head reconnecting with my mouth almost instantly. And as we continued his mouth and hands exploring the places he hadn't been in a very long time, my shirt found its way over my head to. He stopped almost instantly, staring hungrily at my breasts. He reached under my bra and massaged the tender mounds. I winced.

"That hurt?" He asked pulling his hands out.

I nodded, "They're sore all the time."

"Just tell me if I'm hurting you," He bent over and with his mouth; he sucked and massaged the sensitive flesh. I let loose and allowed my fingers to rake through his hair. With his mouth occupied he moved his hands to my pants, easing them over my hips. And then…

"Oh, barf!" We both froze. Logan looked over his shoulder at Dick, who was standing with a bowl of cereal in his hands.

"Ever heard of knocking, Dick," Logan spoke through a tight jaw.

Dick covered his eyes, "Sorry, sorry. I was lonely and wanted to play some video games."

Logan slumped over towards me. He probably would have gotten up and clothed by now but he was protecting me from Dick's prying eyes, "You've got to be kidding me."

"So, anyone game?" Dick lowered his hand from his face and tried to peek around Logan.

"Get out, man!" Logan's voice boomed scaring me. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping to disappear, "I'm sorry."

I heard the door click shut and I let out the breath I'd been holding since the surprise visitor showed up, "Uh, I should probably get home."

Logan rolled off of me and handed me my shirt. I pulled it back over my head careful to not hit either raw breast and buttoned my pants quickly.

Together, both fully clothed, we walked through the living room where Dick was waiting, game controller in hand.

"Where are you going?" He asked, sounding like a little kid.

"I'm taking Ronnie home," Logan answered, "I'll be back in a bit."

Dick shook his head, "Hit it and quit it."

I turned around and shot him a death glare but all he did was wink at me. I softened knowing that under his façade was a pretty cool guy. I would let him slide, this time.

We got into Logan's car and the drove started in an awkward silence. Subconsciously I began massaged my sore boobs.

"Did I hurt you?" Logan glanced over every few seconds with concern dripping from his face.

I shook my head, "I just think it's time for a bigger bra."

"We could go shopping if you want," Logan offered but I shook my head.

"I think I'm hanging out with Mac today," I justified, "I can go shopping with her.

Logan reached into his back pocket, "At least take my credit card."

"I already told you –"

"Please," He pleaded pulling out his credit card, "Let me do this."

I took the card in my hands as we pulled up in front of my apartment building. Silently we both got out of the car and walked through the gate towards my apartment. At the door we both froze, unsure of what to do. And then he leaned down, eyes closed, lips puckered and I knew what was coming.

With a firm hand on his chest I reminded him, "Just friends."

Okay so right now you're either loving me or hating me but have no fear more LoVe to come. And then the real drama happens.

Let's just say by the end of this story there will be familiar faces, fire, death, babies, and uncharted territory for some of the characters we all know and love. So hopefully you'll all say with me as the story begins its way to the conclusion.

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