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Without further begging on my part, here is Chapter 13.

I closed the door softly between the two of us, leaning with my eyes shut as I tried to collect my thoughts. What had I done?

There was nothing I could do now. I dropped my bags by the counter and picked up a note from my father with promises of Italian food. My mouth watered instantly. Lasagna was my kryptonite.

I pulled out my phone, dialing the familiar number before I convinced myself to wallow away in bed all day, "Mac Attack!"

"Hey Mars," She answered.

"Are we on a last name basis now?" My brows furrowed but then I wished I bit my tongue because technically, we were, "Anyway, got time for little ole me?"

Mac hesitated, "Hmm, that depends. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I need a shopping companion," I spoke slowly, "And I really don't want to be alone."

"In that case…" I could hear her smile through the phone.

"Did I mention it's all on Logan?"

"Count me in. Be there in a few."

I hoped I had got in a "Thanks" before she hung up.

When Mac said a few, she meant a few and that meant I had no time for a shower, no matter how quick I thought I could be. It looked like a clean pair of clothes was the best I was going to do with so little time to prepare. I reached into my shopping bag and pulled out the pair of pants, holding them as far away as I could. They were disgusting. Just thinking about the maternity pants made me feel scummier than Liam Fitzpatrick. Okay, so maybe I was exaggerating a little about the affects of maternity pants on my ego, but my hormones were all out of whack.

Before I could change my mind and remained in yesterday's ensemble I pulled the maternity pants up. Surprisingly, they were comfortable. At least I could breathe. Breathing is good.

With a light knocking on the door, I knew a few had passed and Mac was here to whisk me away to the mall.

"Hey, Mac," I greeted, opening the door for her as I gathered my bag. I double checked that I hadn't lost Logan's platinum card before moving towards the threshold, "You ready to go?"

Mac nodded, falling into step next to me, "Why do I feel like you're just using me for my wheels?"

I dropped my jaw dramatically, "I'm appalled. I wanted some girly advice on my shopping extravaganza. And I would totally drive myself but then you'd have both Logan and the local sheriff after you…"

"Just get in the car," She said with a laugh, unlocking her green Beetle with the remote.

"But seriously, Mac, I felt we needed to catch up," I confessed when she got in the car, "I've been busy being pregnant and you've been busy with Max."

"Ah, yes," Mac stroked her jaw as she drove the familiar Neptune streets towards the mall, "I forgot we lead soap opera-esque lives."

I laughed. The sound almost shocked me. I hadn't heard this laugh in a while. It was so genuine, "I think the super geeks shacking up is more interesting than a walking statistic."

"Uh, hello Miss Scandalous. You're having Logan Echolls' baby," Mac said matter-of-factly, "If we had our own television show, it'd be all about you."

"Yeah, but you're the one having hot, raunchy nerd sex," I pointed out, "I'm just getting fat."

"You're not getting fat," Mac threw it out there as she pulled into a parking spot in the mall's parking garage.

"Exhibit A," I referred to the stretchy waistband of my maternity jeans.

She got out of the car, not even looking at the hideous things, "Oh shut up Veronica."

"Oh my God!" I shrieked following her, "You're totally having hot, raunchy nerd sex with Max!"

Her cheeks blushed pink, "Uh, it's far from hot and raunchy."

"Uh, oh," I slowed my pace, savoring every moment of girl talk I could before the topic switched over to me, "Is there trouble in paradise?"

"Define trouble," She winced, "I mean, he's great. But we don't do anything. This is the first time I've seen daylight in a while."

I was shocked and disappointed that I was this far out of the loop, "Is big, bad Max keeping you locked up to be his house wench?"

She eyed me curiously. So I wasn't on my game today. It had been a while since I girl talked with anyone other than Wallace, "It's always the same. Sex, pizza and video games. And people constantly interrupting us for tests."

"Don't you mean study guides?" I tried to joke but Mac just shot me a glare, "Okay, okay, well have you told him any of this?"

She just shook her head, looking sheepishly down at her feet, "What kind of shopping are we doing anyway?"

"Remember exhibit a?" I pointed towards my pants and she nodded. I then brought her attention to my chest region, "Well this is exhibit b."

"Holy Chesty LaRue!" She exclaimed as we approached Victoria's Secret, earning a few stares and glares from some of the bustling shoppers.

I winced, "So you see my problem…"

"Problem?" She retorted in a loud whisper, "If only God would bless me with any slight resemblance of those maybe Max would want to take me out and show me off."

"Mac…" I frowned at her comment, "If you think that's the reason for Max limiting the two of you to his room, you're wrong. I know for a fact he's not experienced with the ladies. And you're perfect just the way you are!"

Mac looked at me oddly again. Was she going to do that all day? "I was just kidding, Veronica. Now let's go bra shopping!"

Inside the store was almost as overwhelming as Mimi Maternity. There were rows and rows of bras and I had a platinum credit card burning a hole in my wallet. Mac and I began pulling all different patterns, shapes and sizes off the racks (no pun intended). With my newly sprouted lady parts, there was no way I was letting any associate measure them so we were resorting to the never failing guess and check system.

The dressing room was another obstacle. I didn't want Mac to see my body but I did want to hear her opinion on the bars so reluctantly, in between every bra I tried on, I opened the dressing room door to reveal. And after trying on the piles and piles of bras I had it narrowed down to three. I was confident that was enough to live with, especially if my breasts were going to surprisingly sprout any larger.

And of course in a store like Victoria's Secret, you always need the matching underwear. Content with my three sets, we made our way to the register. That's when I saw it. The black baby doll nightgown seemed to call my name. Would it be bad to buy something nonessential with Logan's card even though he would really enjoy it? Without over thinking it I pulled my size off the rack, avoiding Mac's prying eyes. I hoped she wouldn't question me until we were out of the store. I felt eyes on me. The cashier was looking between the name on the card and me, the tiny, blonde, pregnant girl before her. I smiled uneasily, willing this day to be over. But, alas, it had just begun.

With the throngs of Neptune housewives tittering away around us, Mac kept glancing over at me as we made our way back around the mall.

"Mac," I warned, not really wanting to divulge my personal life. My life had always been private and I wanted to keep it that way especially as of late.

"Veronica," Mac coaxed, "Come on! I told you about Max and me!"

I shrugged it off, "It's nothing."

"Nothing?" She laughed, "You just bought a sexy nightgown and I know it's not for your Dad's eyes. Whose room are you hoping to stay the night in?"

She wasn't going to relent until I told her so I sucked in a deep breath of air, "Logan's."

She stopped walking, forcing me to do the same, "Logan, Logan. As in, father of your baby Logan? Are you trying to get back together with him?"
"No, no," I shook my head and began walking again, "We're just friends."

"Well I've never seen you wear anything like that for Wallace," Mac quipped.

I gave up, "I'm horny okay." Again, people around us stopped to stare, "It's my blasted hormones. I can't help it. We might have, done a little, something, last night."

"You had sex with Logan!" She was speaking in a loud whisper, trying dearly not to attract anymore attention.

"No!" I pulled her along, "I was just having a hot sex dream. Then things just escalated. I don't know what I'm doing anymore."

"But you bought a sexy nightgown," Mac stated, "So you're planning on it happening again."

I bobbed my head, "I mean, it's his fault I'm…uh, you know…all the time."

"What does that mean for the two of you?" Mac asked the question I had asked myself a million times since the awkward morning had happened.

"We're just friends," I repeated, as if I was trying to convince myself, "I mean, maybe something more will come of it down the line, but I just can't right now. Not after everything."

Mac nodded in understanding, "But for the record, do you want something to happen down the line?"

"We're having a baby together, so yeah I hope we can be something," I confessed, "I just don't know if that something is romantic or not."

"Fair enough," Mac's inquisition was over.

Another quick trip to Mimi Maternity to stock up on the stretchy waisted jeans that I had fallen in love with already, we were back in Mac's car ready to head home.

"Could you," I began rather sheepishly for Veronica Mars, "Drop me off at Logan's?"

She cocked her eyebrow but nodded, turning onto the main roads.

I knocked loudly, hoping the room would be empty so I'd get the chance to use the key Tina had made me. Mac had insisted on carrying my bags up for me, not wanting me to exert an unnecessary energy so I'd be energized for Logan. I had the urge to punch her in the face.

"Ronnie," Dick nodded a 'hello', "Miss me already?"

I pushed my way into the Presidential Suite, "You caught me."

"Hey, Mac," Dick seemed to be caught off guard by my companion. The awkward glance they exchanged caused my brows to furrow.

Mac's voice choked out a soft, "Dick."

"Shopping again?" Dick examined all the bags that were littering his living room, "Ooh, Victoria's Secret. What'd you get me?"

I laughed out loud, shaking my head at the blunt blonde.

"More like Veronica's Secret," I turned to shoot Dick a questioning look but quickly covered my chest when I came face to face with his hungry eyes, "Where did those come from?"

"Uh, pregnant, remember?" His hungry gaze turned to disgust at the sound of the 'p' word.

"Well, Logan should be back soon," Dick stretched, "He was heading to Hearst for something or other."

"Class, maybe?" Mac through out.

"Eh, I wouldn't know," Dick laughed at his own neglect of education.

I plopped onto the couch, "I'll wait."

I glanced over at Mac, my eyes pleading. She was looking back at me shocked at my request. I flashed an even more desperate glare but she finally gave up.

"Uh, Dick," She rocked hesitantly, "You want to, uh, hang out?"

I didn't miss the light that flashed over Dick's face, "Yeah! I mean, sure, whatever."

"Cool," Mac glared at me, "Let's go."

"Don't break anything, Ronnie!" Dick yelled over his shoulder as they left the suite. And then there was one.

I retreated into Logan's bedroom with my pink Victoria's Secret bag. I fished around until the chiffon came into view. I pulled the baby doll nightgown out of the bag, rolling the fabric in between my fingers. If Logan was going to do nice things for me, I was going to repay the favors with nicer things.

I stripped down, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Quick to cover up I pulled the material over my head. The silky bust area was a little snug, causing my breasts to pop over the top slightly and my stomach was almost big enough to rub against the see-through chiffon overlay, but at least I was covered.

And now all I had to do was wait. Lying on top of the cushy Neptune Grand bed was easy but waiting was a lot more tiring than I anticipated as I drifted in and out of slumber. Thankfully, Logan tripped over the array of shopping bags in the living room, alerting me that he was home.

I propped myself up on my elbows and bent my knee up so that he could get a peek at the back satin panties that accompanied the nightgown.

"Dick!" Logan yelled, rustling more bags, "Did you go to the wrong store again?"

With no response from his roommate, I heard Logan's steps approaching his bedroom door. The double doors swung open and I did my best to look seductive.

"Holy…" Logan wasn't able to finish his sentence so I was confident that I had the 'wow' factor in the bag.

I let my leg slide down, "I've been waiting forever."

"Had I known…I would've been…" His breath became quick in his throat, "What are you…doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I purred. Yes, purred. And I was getting tired of blaming these damn hormones.

Without another word, Logan was kneeling next to me, seemingly appraising me before quickly closing the gap between our lips. He slowly lowered himself on top of me as the kiss heated up, our tongues fighting their ways into each others' mouths. And then suddenly he stopped.

"But I thought," He was breathing heavily, gazing into my eyes, "You just wanted to be friends."

"I do," I reached up to kiss him, "But we can do this too."

He pulled away and in an instant he was off the bed, "No, we can't."

I sat up, confused by his words, "What?"

"We can't be friends and - well whatever we're doing at the same time," He shook his head, pacing the room, "I can't handle that."

"Since when can't you handle fooling around?" I pounded my fists on the mattress, upset that the moment was ruined.

"I love you, Veronica," His voice dropped to an almost whisper and he stopped pacing, "I don't just want to fool around."

I shook my head, "You're not making any sense, Logan."

"I'm not making any sense?" The contrast in his voice startled me, "Hello? Are you aware of what you've been doing to me?"

"What I've been doing to you?" I repeated, confused, "Enlighten me."

"I don't just want to hook up," He admitted, "I want to be together, to be more than…that."

"That?" I couldn't believe that he, Logan Echolls, was talking about sex with such disgust, "We were well on the way to doing that this morning. You didn't seem to have a problem then."

"I was caught up in the moment," He sighed, "Do you know how long I've waited to kiss you, to touch you again?"

I crossed the room to where my clothes lay, "God, Logan, you had to ruin it didn't you."

"Ruin it? Ruin what, Veronica?" He stomped towards me, "We have nothing here to ruin."

"Nothing here to ruin?" I grabbed his hand and placed it firmly on my stomach, "We have a whole life here to ruin."

"We're not going to ruin that," Logan's voice dropped again as his thumb caressed my stomach through the chiffon, "I love you, Veronica but I can't settle anymore. I want all of you mind, body and soul or nothing at all."

"I can't –" I stuttered, "I'm not ready to…"

He whipped around, turning away from me and fitfully ran his hands through his hair, "Is this still about Madison? Because if it is, I don't know what else to do to get you to forgive me."

"It's just hard," I felt the tears collecting around the brims of my eyes.

"Do you know what's hard, Veronica?" He turned back around getting dangerously close to my face, "Spending so much time with you is hard. This morning was hard. 'Just friends' is hard. Stopping myself before, that's hard. But forgiveness, isn't. I'm not even sure there's anything to forgive."

"Nothing to forgive?" I yelled at him, "You hurt me."

"Well it looks like we're even," He said, he voice defeated, "Get dressed. I'll take you home."

I pulled my clothes on over the nightgown and gathered the lone pink bag, "No, I'll find my own way home."

"Veronica, don't –"

"No. Just let me go."