A/N: I'm alive!
I'm really, really, REALLY sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I wish I had a good excuse for why I haven't updated in what, three months or so? But I really don't so I'm just gonna say I'm really sorry and try not to let that happen again. This chapter will have some sexual content (as a little prize for the long wait?). You have been warned!
On with the story!
Logan's parents hadn't been able to come quite as early as Cheryl had wanted to, but within a week and a half they where in Los Angeles with us. Up until then the wedding planning had been put on hold. It was just short of two weeks after all, and it wasn't like Logan and I planned to get married right away. We were still pretty young, and had a long time to plan this. There was no rush, so a two-week break wouldn't hurt.
Cheryl and John were supposed to land right about now, so Logan and I were at the airport to pick them up. I was nervous to say the least. And when I got really nervous, I got restless. Logan, of course, knew this.
"You're fidgeting," Logan noted softly, partly amused.
"Hey, Katie. Honey," he said, his voice getting impossibly softer as he rubbed my arms soothingly, "calm down. It's not like they haven't met you before. Katie, they love you as if you where their own child. Sometimes I even think they like you more than me."
"I know, I know," I said, gazing in to those beautiful brown eyes of his, the ones I would always love, "it's just… this is the first time I'm meeting them as your fiancée, and… I don't know… it's just different. I haven't seen them in a while, you know? And now I'm meeting them as their future daughter-in-law."
Logan flashed me a bright smile. "I know. I get it. I probably would have been really nervous too if the roles where reversed," he said softly, playing with a lock of my hair, looking at me, his eyes sparkling, nearly overflowing with love, "but, you have nothing to be nervous of, okay love?"
I only nodded in reply. Logan smiled brightly again and pulled me in for a kiss. It was a simple, short kiss, yet it held so much emotion.
Whenever I was upset or nervous, or whatever, Logan always found a way to calm me down, whether it was intentional or not.
"Logan? Katie?" a familiar voice called from behind us. As Logan pulled away and faced the arrival gate again, his face automatically brightened even more as he laid eyes on his parents.
"Logie-bear! I missed you so much!" his mother exclaimed so loudly a few heads where turned, causing Logan to turn a slightly darker shade of red, in addition to that caused of lack of oxygen from his mother's tight hug. "Missed – you – too, mom," he managed to squeak out.
That woman was strong!
Snickering, John came over to me and wrapped me in a hug.
"Welcome to the family, sweetie," he said cheerfully.
"Thanks John, but I'm not really family yet," I said sheepishly.
"Maybe not legally, but you're still a part of the family. And I'm glad. I don't think I've ever seen Logan as happy as he has been after you two started dating. You're good for him, Katie, and I trust you to take care of my boy," he said with a warm tone, making my eyes water.
"Thank you. That really means a lot to me, and I will absolutely take care of him."
I knew Logan's dad had always been really picky with accepting Logan's girlfriends over the years, some never even were fully accepted, so that John was so obviously happy that Logan had me as a girlfriend, was truly a great honor. Especially if he already considered me family. All of a sudden, anything resembling nerves in my system was long gone.
"Cheryl. Cheryl," John said trying to gain his wife's attention, which he finally got, "don't kill the poor boy. Let him breathe."
Cheryl immediately released her grip on Logan, and then decided to fling her self at me.
"Katie, dear," she said sweetly, "I couldn't be happier that it was you my dear little boy decided to spend the rest of his life with. I'm so happy for the two of you." I could barley see Logan over his mother's shoulder, and he was still bright red.
"I'm sure you two will give me some beautiful grandchildren," she added.
"Mooooom!" Logan groaned, clearly embarrassed while John and I burst out laughing. Cheryl had a tendency to be very straightforward, which is one of the things I really liked about her. Partly because she had a tendency to make Logan extremely embarrassed, which to me was an insanely hilarious sight. "Well, it's true. Just look at the two of you, with such beauty your kids will be absolutely stunning," she said defending her previous statement.
"Cheryl, just let it go. Don't kill the boy with embarrassment," John said.
"THANK YOU!" Logan breathed relieved, as seemed to become a habit when he was around his mother.
"Now let's get you to you hotel," Logan said, wanting to finish up at the airport.
"Right, right," his mom muttered and hinted for her husband to carry along with the bags.
We drove Logan's parents to their hotel, just to let them check in and drop off their bags in their room before we headed back to the Palm Woods.
Under normal circumstances the now twenty-one year old boys would have gotten their own place and moved out, but considering they were one of the most successful boy bands out there, it was anything but normal circumstances. When they weren't busy with touring, they were usually in the studio or doing interviews and promotional stuff like photo-shoots. The boys really weren't at home that much anyway and didn't really have anyone to take care of their houses, if they had one. Though we all probably needed to move out soon. The point is; since we all still live in 2J, there was not really any room for Logan's parents to spend the nights there. That's why they had to spend the weeks they would be here for in a hotel.
As we returned with Cheryl and John, all of the inhabitants of the apartment greeted them and went in for hugs, letting the reminiscing and catching up begin.
"How's everything between the two of you?" Cheryl asked looking pointedly at Kendall and James.
"Great," Kendall said cheerfully, "I mean, yeah we fight but it's never anything serious, and not really anything different from what we do with Carlos and Logan too."
"Except when we fight over who gets which side of the bed and stuff like that," James added and smiled to himself, making Kendall laugh. Most of the time their fighting was really more of a discussion, and really only happened when they spent every waking moment together. So really, Logan and Carlos were the ones who had gotten the worst of it. That's why whenever the band went on tour nowadays there were two buses for the four of them – one for Kendall and James and one for Logan and Carlos.
"Ah, you're that kind of couple," she said and smiled brightly.
"Well," Cheryl said looking between my mom, Logan and me, "we should probably get to business then."
We muttered some words of agreement, while Carlos, Kendall and James made it clear they wanted no part in the wedding planning.
Not more than an hour and a half later the four of us were already deep in a heated discussion. Both moms had their opinion on everything from which florist and what kind of flowers we should use to location and gown. John worked as a conflict solver as best he could, while Logan kept repeating it was my wedding and I should get to call the shots. Particularly after his mother said we needed to have poppies for the wedding, a type of flowers I detested, Logan lost it. "No, mom! We're not having poppies at our wedding. Katie hates those flowers and you should know that! This is supposed to be her big day, you have already had yours can't you just let her have hers?" he shouted harshly, silencing his mother and leaving her speechless. Logan hardly ever snapped, and even less at his parents. Needless to say, all the parents were rather stunned.
Logan groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. "I'm sorry, it's just-"
"No," his mother waved him off, "no, I should be sorry. I do know that you don't like poppies, Katie, I just forgot. And you're absolutely right Logan, it's Katie's big day and it really doesn't matter what anybody else wants, or thinks the wedding should be like."
With that being said things were a little easier from then on.
For the rest of the day at least.
"Katie," Camille exclaimed from her spot on the couch, "you need to see this."
"What is it now, Cam?" I asked a little annoyed. I was definitely beginning to realize why it was said planning a wedding was stressful, and I was even happier that Logan and I had decided we wouldn't get married in another year at the least.
Camille never replied to me, she merely gestured to the TV screen and un-muted it. An episode of Say Yes To The Dress was airing. I looked at her confused as to what was so special about it; I had seen the show about a million times before.
"Say Yes To The Dress. What about-" I seemed to forget how to speak as the bride-to-be stepped out of the dressing room dressed in a gorgeous gown. Sure, it wasn't something I would wear, but it was still absolutely stunning. All the dresses the woman tried on were, which only made me wonder how many stunning dresses they actually had at Kleinfeld's and how much I needed to hurry up with getting a dress myself.
Camille and I blabbered on like the young adults we were about the sheer beauty of the dresses, and then moved on to criticizing it like hardcore fashion experts.
While Cam and I were in a fit of laughter at some ridiculous comment, James entered the apartment, talking on the phone.
"NO! I really don't care if it makes our tour that much longer, we're not skipping out on New York. We're going back there, no matter what," James who knew him should know not to discuss with him when he used that particular tone. James wasn't really as demanding as his reputation said him to be, but when he first set his mind to something, he was not one to argue with.
"He really wants to go to New York," Cami noted, as if reading my mind.
"Yeah, the guys have been going on and on how much they love their New York Rushers and the city its self, not to mention how they've been going on and on about how much they're hoping they'll get a date in New York in their touring schedule. I'm guessing the original schedule included their beloved city, and some changes were made and New York was removed," I said. Camille looked at me with widened eyes, silently telling me I had to go with them., adding a silent message of 'New York means Kleinfeld's'.
"James?" I called out, immediately gaining his attention, seemingly calming him down a bit.
"Hold on for a second," he told whomever he was talking to and lowered his almost uncharacteristically plainly and far from flashy clad iPhone to his shoulder. Despite the fact that I was a good ten-fifteen feet from him, I could hear the loud and not exactly happy protests from the other end of the line, though I couldn't hear the exact words.
"Sup, Katie?" James asked curiously, as if completely forgetting he was originally deep in a phone conversation.
Or just not caring at all.
"I have to come with you guys to New York," I told him with my own no-room-for-discussion tone. James looked surprised, almost shocked. It really was no secret I was far from as big a fan of their beloved city. The skyscrapers, the business and constantly filled streets and lack of plant life – apart from the parks, of course – was not something I enjoyed. I normally liked big cities, but unlike Los Angeles, New York didn't have those cozy one or two story hoses with cute gardens and such.
New York was – in my eyes – nothing but a concrete jungle.
"Why?" James' tone was nearing suspicious, an eyebrow arched up in a questioning manner.
"Shopping," I replied simply, as if that should be all the reason he needed, which, in all honesty, it should. For the past three weeks, the coffee table by the TV had been decorated with nothing but bridal and fashion magazines alike, possible location photos, information of all sorts, names of pastry shops and all other information on the wedding. The TV had been stuck to what ever channel was currently airing something remotely wedding related, Camille, Lucy and Jo had been over and the topic of conversation had really been nothing but wedding related. Everything in the apartment had been wedding related. James was a much more observant guy than what he let on, and really with everything around him revolving around nothing but the wedding, I almost expected him to suspect what that shopping trip meant.
"Katie, you can easily shop just as much here in LA," James told me. I rolled my eyes at him.
"I know that, James. As far as regular shopping goes, but that wasn't what I had in mind. One of the country's best bridal stores is in New York. Besides, as much as I'd like to think otherwise, New York is the fashion capitol of the U.S."
"Kleinfeld's right?" James asked, nodding his head a little at my explanation.
I almost gaped at the fact that James knew exactly which store I was talking about.
"Should I be worried that you automatically know which store that is?" I asked almost teasingly. James laughed lightly.
"Ah, my dear Katie," he said, wrapping an arm around me in a nearly brotherly way, "it's as if you forget Say Yes To The Dress has been on the TV almost 24/7 for the past three weeks, and they mention the name of the store at least once during every episode. And you know me, I've always loved fashion."
I laughed too at that. James picked up his phone again with a sigh. "Look," he said into the phone, "we need to bring Katie too."
It seemed James was cut off, and let me say that was a bad idea.
He looked pissed, absolutely furious. "LOGAN'S FIANCÉE!" he yelled into the phone, "God, if you cared the least bit about the band you would know who she is. She's been dating Logan for two years now, and she's my boyfriend's little sister. You know, Kendall? One of the band members."
Camille and I glanced at each other wearily as James walked towards his and Kendall's room. Camille's eyes spoke the words both of us wanted to, but for some reason didn't utter; 'wow, he's pissed'.
And yes, James was most definitely pissed. So much so I can't recall the last time I saw him like this, if I at all had before.
At that moment I realized that there was a lot more than just a cancelled tour date to their fight. And something in the back of my mind told me that it had to do with what probably was their manager's lack of interest in the band, if James' words 'if you cared the least bit about the band' were any indication.
By the end of the week James and the guys had effectively sorted out the issue with their manager, simply by firing her and hiring a new one who actually gave a damn about the band. They had actually come to me as one of the very first options, but after a serious consideration of the idea on my part, I kindly declined.
"Look, guys. I love you and all, and being the manager of BTR would be awesome, but I just don't think it's such a good idea considering my personal connections to you. I just don't think it would benefit either party with all of us living together, me being engaged to one of the band members, the sister of another and close friends with the remaining two of you," I had told them. All four boys had nodded slowly, obviously a little disappointed but fully understanding my decision.
"I'm sorry guys, I just don't think it would be possible for us to maintain the level of professionalism we ought to have if I was to become your manager," I added.
I threw in a few recommendations for really talented managers, though. So, after a few rounds of interviews, they found the perfect manager. This one was one of my suggestions, Hilary Donavan, a super sweet woman, about thirty years old with curly light brown hair and pretty brown eyes, almost the same shade as Logan's.
Although she is super sweet and truly care for her clients, she is super professional and can fight like a maniac if necessary. But only if necessary.
All f the guys immediately liked her.
Logan and I had also finally decided on a location, only thing left now was setting a date.
"Well it has to be the summer, I suppose," Logan said thoughtfully as Jennifer, Cheryl, Logan and I sat gathered around the dinner table, trying to pick a date for the wedding, so we could take the wedding planning to the next level.
"I agree, with the location we probably should have it during the summer. Although the California weather usually is pretty nice, the temperature would be better at summertime," I said. The others muttered in agreement. "And I'm thinking since we probably have to invite some paparazzi, we should wait until I've turned 21. I want to be able to drink champagne at my own wedding," I added.
"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear you basically admitting to under-age drinking," mom said as I flashed her a guilty-as-could-be smile.
"Oh god," Logan breathed, pulling mom's attention away from me, "I completely forgot about that. But as always, love, you have a very good point."
"Okay, so June-ish in three years then?" mom asked. Logan and I nodded in approval. "Sounds good," Logan said. After a little more talking and comprimising with the owners of the gorgeous mansion we wanted to have our wedding at, we settled for having our wedding towards the end of June. The mansion, which was purely for festive purposes, was actually booked a long way ahead, despite the rather stiff price of renting it. The mansion looked like an old castle and had an absolutely gorgeous garden were the ceremony would be held. Finally, the date was set to June 19th three years from now.
"We need to schedule an appointment with the people at Kleinfeld's," I told my mom. It had only been four weeks of the wedding planning, and I felt like we had gotten a lot done in those four weeks. But at the same time it felt like it had been much longer than four weeks.
Logan sighed and enveloped his father in a tight embrace, before he released him and went to hug his mother. Their stay was coming to an end now that the wedding planning was mostly completed. I moved on to hug John as Logan released him and then his mother once he released her as well.
With a heavy sigh and a hug lasting at least a minute, Cheryl finally let go of me.
"I really missed you, Logie. We have to meet a little more often than once a year," she told her son, her voice flooded with love and longing for the boy she had not even left yet. Logan chuckled lightly and gave his mother another tight hug. Cheryl was on the verge of tears. It really was as if her little boy had grown up and was moving out. Or headed off to some far away country for years.
Obviously, neither of which were the case.
"I'll make it happen, mom," Logan reassured her, earning him a bright smile from his mother.
"Once again, Katie," she said and gently gripped my hands, "I am so happy for the two of you. You two are absolutely perfect for each other."
Now I was the one on the verge of tears. I couldn't be happier about how supportive and loving John and Cheryl were of our engagement.
"Thank you so much. You have no idea how much it means to me that you approve of us," I said.
"Oh honey," Cheryl said, her voice flooding with love, "we have always approved of you."
"I know you approved of us dating, but being engaged and practically promising each other to stay together forever is something entirely different," I explained. Cheryl sighed and looked at me with such a powerful look of love, it almost reminded me of how Logan would look at me. Minus all the attraction, of course.
"You're an amazing woman, Kaite, and if anyone is capable of taking care of our little Logie, it's you. I know I've said this before but I couldn't be happier that he picked you to spend the rest of his life with," she said in such a way it left no doubt she meant every single word.
It was ridiculous how happy we were together, all four of us.
Sure, the four weeks they had been here had been filled with shouting and arguing, not to mention stress, but it was never anything serious. Really, it was just Cheryl, my mom and me being stubborn about what we wanted for the wedding, but in the end we had worked out a compromise. We had also enjoyed the company of Logan's parents and gone out to dinner and watched movies together. All of us, including the rest of the boys and mom, had managed to push all wedding plans and argument-sparking themes aside each night and just relax and enjoy each other's company.
Cheryl sighed again and said, "well, I guess it's time for us to leave then."
Another round of hugs were shared, and finally they went through the security check, headed back to Minnesota.
Ten months later the boys of Big Time Rush were bringing their latest American tour to an end. I had flown out with the guys to New York, with plans of tagging along for the last four shows of the tour.
"James?" I glanced over at the tall brunette sprawled out in one of the comfy chairs in the band's shared suite. His head immediately shot up from the magazine he seemed to be utterly lost in.
"Hmm?" He looked at me with confusion, as if standing by the door of the hotel suite was something one just didn't do.
"We're going shopping, remember?"
James all but jumped out of his seat, abandoning his magazine in the process. "Just give me a minute." And with that James ran over to where he had his clothes and pulled a perfectly fitting leather jacket, carefully – yet quickly – picked out a pair of shoes and his wallet and phone. Taking a final check in the hallway mirror, he deemed himself presentable and we were out the door in no less than two minutes. Not that bad.
"Do you have an appointment?" The woman at the front of the store asked politely.
"Yes, we do," I replied in an equally polite manner.
"Knight," James said.
"Ah," she said with a nod and looked to page someone. Yes, actually page. I thought hospitals were the only ones still using those after the 1980's came to an end.
Shortly after a salesman arrived, greeting us.
"Are you the fiancé?" he asked James curiously.
"Oh no, no. I'm the groom's best man," James said.
"Shame. You would have made a cute couple," the salesman, evidentially named Nathan, said. If James had been drinking something in that very moment, he would have done an actual spit-take, which had me bursting out laughing just at the sight.
"Uh, I'm also gay – and dating her brother, so that wouldn't happen," James added awkwardly, only further fueling my laughter.
"You're dating her brother and best friends with the groom? That's quite unusual," Nathan noted as we moved towards one of the couches located in the enormous bridal store.
"Yeah, well we all grew up together, and then joined a band, so we are pretty tightknit actually," James explained.
"Really?" Nathan asked interested, "is it a band I have heard of?"
"Possibly," James said.
"They're called Big Time Rush," I added.
"Oh! I have heard of you guys, I've actually heard a few songs to. Your music is really good."
"Thanks, man," James said cheerfully, looking as ridiculously flattered as he probably was. A good six years spent in the music industry, about twelve platinum-albums and twenty-one gold albums worldwide, and neither of the boys were really used to being complimented for their music or recognized on the streets. Although they by all means loved it, they were still the four dorks from Minnesota who had been friends for as good as all of their lives. They might not be hockey-players anymore, but other than that they hadn't really changed.
"Well, over to what you're here for. Is there anything special you had in mind?" Nathan asked. I told him what I wanted, and more importantly what I didn't want at all and shortly there after we were headed downstairs to the storage room. It was probably the size of a medium sized airplane hangar, stuffed so tightly with wedding dresses there was barley any room for people to walk between the numerous aisles of dresses.
We spent a good while in there, before we retreated to the upper floor to try on some dresses. All three of us probably carried somewhere between five and ten dresses each in numerous styles, shades and fabrics. And price ranges.
"Call me old fashioned," I said as I tried on a tan dress by Pnina Tormai, "but I want my dress to be white." The dress was beautiful, though, it really was. Just not white. It was designed in a wrap-style at the top, with a pretty flower on the right side of the bust, and tight fitted all the way down to my butt, with a matching flower at the bottom of my left hip. The dress was strapless and made out of a silk-like fabric and hung loosely from where my hips really started. Nathan nodded and opened the door for me, allowing me to step on to the small podium in front of where James sat. I twirled around slowly, letting James study the dress from every angle. It was a perfect fit. I just wasn't a very big fan of the color.
After a while in silence, James finally spoke, "it's a great fit and all… I'm just not so sure about the color, I think the classic white would be better."
"My thoughts exactly," I said.
"Okay then, definitely not that one," Nathan said almost more to himself than either of us and helped me out of the dress and into another one.
It was another dress by Pnina Tormai. This one was actually white, and had shoulders with an almost floral pattern made out of fabric, which was brought back in the skirt and balanced out with a much calmer top half.
"No," James said the second I stepped out of the dressing room, "it's way too busy and would look completely out of place where you're having the wedding." And with that, we were back in the dressing room, trying on yet another dress, but that wasn't too great on either.
I tried on another dress, this time a white one by Alita Graham. It was rather tight to the point where my butt ended from where it was nearly flowing out from my body in soft layers. It was almost plain, but still detailed enough to avoid being boring. I stepped out of the dressing room proudly, for James to examine me.
"You look beautiful, Katie," James said truthfully. I smiled at my reflection; this one was my favorite so far.
"I like it," I said cheerfully, gently brushing my hands down the fabric, as if straightening it.
"It's a pretty dress," James agreed, "but 'I like it' isn't going to cut it. Logan sent me to get you something absolutely stunning, something jaw dropping."
James looked to be deep in thought, walking around me as if I was a piece of art he wasn't fully satisfied with and trying to figure out what needed to be changed. Finally giving up, James said, "Why don't you go and try on another one and keep that in the maybe pile?"
"Sure thing, master," I said jokingly and went back into the dressing room.
Another ten dresses later, Nathan finally spoke up.
"I think I know just what you want, but it is rather expensive," he warned.
"If it's worth it, I'm sure we can stretch the budget a little," I said, flashing Nathan a bright smile.
"Okay then. I will go and get it for you," he said politely and grabbed the numerous dresses I absolutely did not want and left for the back room.
About fifteen minutes later he returned without any dresses, but a catalogue in hand.
"The dresses I had in mind have been sold, but we have the catalogue and if it is something you are interested in I can give you the contact information to the designer and work out a slightly less significant price," Nathan explained and opened the catalogue. His index finger flew to the page on the right where a beautiful white gown was shown from the front and back. It was rather long and somewhat simple. The under-layer of the dress was a strapless white one, in what I think was called an A-line silhouette with a train flowing gently behind it. The top layer of the dress was a pretty lace fabric, which covered the top as well, almost reminding me a bit of the one Princess Kate wore at her wedding to Prince William. Except this one was designed by Vera Wang, not Alexander McQueen.
The second I laid eyes on the dress, I imagined myself standing at the altar of a gorgeous church with my even more beautiful husband-to-be. It was the prettiest one I'd seen so far, and it must have shown because Nathan looked pleased and started looking through a thick stack of business cards.
"That's gorgeous," James whispered from my side.
"Uh-huh," I agreed stunned. I wanted to admire it a little bit longer, but Nathan started flipping through the catalogue once again. I was just about to protest when he stopped and straightened out the catalogue for me to see once again, yet again leaving me breathless. This one was undeniably a mermaid dress and despite never really being a fan of this certain silhouette before, I loved this one beyond words.
It was made out of a soft-looking fabric that was slightly, but neatly frilled across the top half of the dress. The skirt curved out from the main-body of the dress in several thin layers flowing in controlled curves in almost every direction. In several places it gathered into circles resembling white roses. In addition a few of the layer of the skirt was clad with pale rosy shade of pink sequins, giving a little more detail and life to the dress, and a silk bow tied at the waist of the dress. I really had no words to describe how much I loved this dress. Then again I really loved the other dress too.
How on earth was I supposed to choose?
"These two are both by Vera Wang," Nathan said, breaking my train of thoughts. He reached out a business card for me to take, "this is her contact information. I will talk to her and work out a deal for you."
"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed.
If I could have either one of those dresses, the wedding would be just perfect. Well, it would be as long as I had Logan, but with the dress it would be like I had always wanted it to be; with a man I could never imagine living without, one I would love above anything wearing a dress so beautiful it left all eyes on me and we would lie happily forever after.
Yes, I was a bit of a sap.
Okay, maybe a huge sap. And maybe happily ever after didn't exist in real-life and it was only a poor ending to a fairytale, but it damn right felt like I would have my happily ever after with Logan. I honestly believed we were one of those couples who would stay together for the rest of our lives, despite fights and disagreements sure to come, and die at each other's side, happily falling asleep never to wake up again.
I surely hoped so.
James and I got to take the catalogue home with us, making sure not to show it to Logan. We wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. I didn't hide it from him though.
"Hey honey," he exclaimed cheerfully, all but throwing himself at me, peppering me with kisses as James and I entered the hotel suite. I giggled as his lips brushed across my skin in the most ticklish spots, which Logan of course knew were just that; my most ticklish spots.
"I missed you too, Logie Bear," I whispered to him, pulling him just a little closer, as if we weren't close enough before we were fully pressed against the other's body now.
"Oh how I whish we were in school with strict rules against PDA," Kendall muttered from his hold of his boyfriend.
"Kendall, I'm nearly 19 and engaged, I'm not a kid anymore; deal with it."
"Besides, Kendizzle, you're really not that much better with James," Logan added.
"Thank you!" I said and kissed my fiancé's cheek in appreciation.
"No, but at leas I am better," Kendall replied cockily.
"Uhh, no you're not," Carlos piped up from where he sat reading a comic book.
I smiled smugly. Half of Big Time Rush where on my side today, making it three against two. Kendall groaned in defeat, realizing there was no point in arguing with us now and stomped of with James, heading towards their bedroom. I preferred not to think about what went on behind that door, as I was sure he preferred not to think of with Logan and me once our bedroom door closed. Logan chuckled lightly at my brother's child-like behavior and quickly returned his attention to me.
"So how was dress shopping with your brother's boyfriend?" Logan asked curiously with a smile spread out across his face.
"It was actually really nice. James really helped clear up some things with the dresses and what I want and don't want."
He quirked one of his eyebrows in a surprised manner. "Oh Really?"
I nodded.
"Have you decided on a dress yet?"
"Nope. I have it narrowed down to only two dresses though, so I just have to decide which one I'm gonna choose. I actually have a catalogue with both dresses in," I said and pulled the catalogue out of my purse. Logan and I sat on the couch just looking at dresses for about an hour, laughing at some designs, admiring others and laughing again at some of the stories we came up with (imaginary weddings could be hysterically comic thoughts). I never showed him which two dresses I was thinking about, though; we never got that far into the catalogue.
"What?" I asked Logan as our laughter was dying down and my boyfriend looked at me in a way he had never done before. "I'm just… imagining the day of our wedding. How beautiful you will look and how purely perfect the entire ay will be. It makes me really happy to think about."
Aww, my boyfriend had to be the sweetest man alive.
And I was glad. He made me feel like I was the center of the world, he made me feel safe and loved in a way no one else could.
I scooted a little closer to him, placing my hand on his knee, letting it gently trace its way upward. I leaned in towards his ear, my breath ghosting against the shell of his ear as I spoke, "how happy?" My voice was husky, my hand moving even further up resting against his inner thigh, purposely just far enough from his crotch to drive his crazy with desire without actually touching him.
Logan visibly shuddered and let out a breathy moan. I smirked and let my hand start working its way back to his knee. Logan groaned at the loss of intimate contact."You fucking tease." Logan pulled me down on the couch on top of him, so that I was straddling his hips, right on top of his stiffening member.
If I wasn't turned on before, I definitely was now, pressed up to him and feeling his body's reactions. I rolled my his harshly, emitting a heavy moan from Logan's perfect and soft pink lips. That caught Carlos' attention who both Logan and I had forgotten was still in the room.
"Ugh, guys! Please don't do it with me still in the room! Or on the couch for that matter!" Carlos said disgusted.
"Cockblock," I muttered against Logan's lips, making him chuckle, showing of his pretty smiling wrinkles and his to-die-for dimples.
"I HEARD THAT!" Carlos shrieked.
"Good!" I shouted back at him.
With nothing more than one glance at my fiancé and an unspoken conversation, we both flew up from the couch and bolted for our bedroom, our lips attaching the second the door closed behind us. I was slammed into the door, his lips where on my neck, my collarbone. Then my shirt was off, his lips only leaving my skin to let the fabric slip between us. His lips found mine again, but didn't stay long before I pulled his shirt off too. Logan dropped to his knees, pushing my jeans and underwear off in one swift motion. His lips trailing soft kisses down my stomach further and further south until they found my center. I moaned time after time, and too soon for my liking, he pulled away from me. But I didn't have time to utter my dismay, before he too had freed himself of all clothing and pushed inside of me, still holding me against the door. I hissed in pain, but as he angled himself a little differently and pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, the pain was replaced with intense pleasure.
He didn't exactly go slow and gentle, but then again I wasn't really complaining.
Quite the opposite, really.
"AH! Yes, Logan, right there!" I moaned out.
"Nnghh, you like that, huh? You. Fucking like. That?" he asked punctuating each word with a hard thrust.
"Harder. Please. Babe, fuck me harder!" I ordered, not really caring how loud either of us was. Logan didn't need to be told twice and pounded into me as hard and fast as he could, as if his life depended on it. It was hot and hungry and nearing animalistic sex. Really just fucking, all feelings aside, although we both knew all too well the feelings were there.
A few well-aimed thrusts later, I tumbled over the edge and pulled Logan with me. Both of us came hard, probably staining the carpet as we did.
Oops.
I could feel his cum filling me to the brim as he rode out our orgasms.
As he pulled out of me, I could feel some of it dripping down my thighs. And God, that felt hot!
Suddenly I was turned on again, maybe even more than I had ever been before, and dragged my boyfriend towards the bed. I pushed him down on the bed and peppered his stomach with feather-light kisses, slowly going further down, before letting my mouth engulf his member. I bobbed my head and sucked with all my strength. I could feel him getting closer to his release and placed my hand at the base of his cock, pumping him at a steady, fast pace.
Soon after, he came unraveling in my mouth, moaning out my name.
I let my hands roam all over his body, wanting to get closer to him, feel his mere perfection underneath my hands. Logan gazed down at me with such strong love in his eyes; it just made my heart swim. The feelings that hadn't been involved earlier were now bubbling up to the surface. And soon he was stiff again.
It wasn't really my intentions, but it happened nonetheless.
This time, it was simple and gentle love making, but it felt just as amazing, simply overflowing with love and feelings. It was perfect.
But as Logan came down from his high and I laid curled up against his side with his arms draped around me only listening to the steady beating of his heart, a thought hit me. I gasped and jolted upright. "We forgot protection!"
"Shit!" Logan cursed himself for being so stupid.
"This is all your fault," I told him harshly.
"Me? You're the one who started this!"
He was pissed. I could tell. But this really was his fault. If he hadn't been thinking with his dick we wouldn't have forgotten the condom.
Okay, maybe it wasn't just his fault. I wasn't exactly thinking straight either, but it didn't make it suck any less. I could be pregnant.
Pregnant.
The thought alone made me sick. We weren't ready for a child now. He was going on another tour in nine months. If I was pregnant now, he wouldn't be able to be there for the birth of our child. I felt like crying.
Logan scooted closer to me and wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder.
"Hey Katie Bear," he whispered, "there's a decent possibility that you're not even pregnant. But if you are, I'll still be here right by your side to support you through everything. I love you, Kate. I love you and a baby cannot change that. If anything, it would only make me love you more, being the mother of my children and all."
"Damn, boy. You know just what to say to make me feel better," I whispered and gently kissed his lips. I loved the feeling of his lips against mine. I loved the fact that the intense sparks I felt during our first kiss hadn't lessened one bit. It still felt as if it was a blossoming romance going on between us, yet we knew each other as well, if not better than we know ourselves.
"Well, I try," Logan said with humor in his tone. Logan looked as cute as ever, nearly actually glowing with the post-sex shine.
"You're cute," I chuckled lightly and kissed him again. Logan smiled brightly, "so are you, honey."
I sucked in a deep breath as I settled in against his chest. Logan was right; we would get through this if I was pregnant.
The next morning I called Vera Wang and talked to her. To say I was nervous was an understatement, but seriously, who wouldn't be if they were bout to call a world famous and highly acknowledged fashion designer. Besides, I had been in the industry long enough to know that a lot of the celebs really were superficial, stuck-up, rich people who didn't care about anything besides themselves, money, and their image. Although admittedly I was involved in the music industry, it was also intertwined with the movie, TV and fashion industries as well. So yes, I did know the other industries too, though not as well as mine.
To my great relief though, Ms. Wang was nothing like that. She was really friendly and professional at the same time. I completely forgot that I was on the phone with a world famous fashion designer. We quickly agreed to meet up later that day to look a little closer at the dresses. The second I got off the phone with Ms. Wang, I got a hold of James, asking him to tag along with me. I hadn't been able to get the dresses out of my head since the day before, and couldn't help but to look forward to see the dresses in real life.
James and I headed off to one of Vera's stores and tried on the dresses.
They were both absolutely stunning on, but I couldn't decide just yet. I needed some more time to think about it.
Two days later we returned to the Palm Woods to a warm and cheery greeting from all our friends. Camille and Lucy practically flung themselves at me the second I stepped inside the Palm Woods with the boys. Both girls immediately bombarded me with questions about the dress, if I had found anything, how much it cost.
I laughed at their cheeriness. "Guys, relax. I'll tell you all about it if I can just get my bag back in my room," I said. Luckily, I had placed the wedding dress catalogue in my purse, in case something like this were to happen. Once I had dropped off my bag, I picked up the catalogue and sat down on my bed with the two girls.
"Wait," Camille exclaimed after I showed them both dresses, "both these dresses are Vera Wang creations." Camille was in complete awe.
"I'm aware," I said, smirking. Both Camille and Lucy let out an excited squeal. "You so have to take that one," Lucy said and pointed to the mermaid-styled dress. "I mean, the other one is beautiful too, but that one," she tapped the glossy page for emphasis, "is just stunning."
"Absolutely perfect," Camille agreed. "Great! That's the one I'm leaning towards anyway," I said cheerfully.
And with that, another point on our list was checked off. The wedding dress was finally decided. I was really happy.
Until that day about two weeks later that I realized I was late on my period.
"Fuck!" I muttered angrily. Logan wrapped his arms around me.
"What's wrong, love?"
"I'm late," I whispered defeated. I could feel Logan tense behind me.
The events from after James and I had gone shopping, came flooding back to me. The se that night had been even more amazing than usual, but if I was pregnant was it all worth it? What would I do if I was indeed pregnant?
"Why don't we go get a pregnancy test, and we'll know for sure?" he finally suggested after what, to me, seemed like an eternity of silence. I nodded, although I wasn't really sure I wanted to know.
About an hour later we were back from the local pharmacy, luckily having evaded all paparazzi, and awaited the results. I was more nervous than I had ever been before in my life. I groaned in frustration, just as the alarm I had set on my phone beeped. I had flipped the stick over, not wanting to see the result before I knew it was ready.
Logan squeezed my hand gently, re-sealing his promise of staying by my side no matter what it said. With a heavy breath, I flipped it over, glaring at the result.
Negative.
Fucking negative.
"YES! I'm not pregnant," I shouted and pulled Logan in for a deep, passionate kiss. "You have no idea how relieved I am."
Logan laughed. "As much as I'd love to have kids with you, I'm really glad we're not there yet," Logan admitted.
"Me too," I said and kissed him once again. "I Love you, Logan."
"I love you too, Katie."
A/N: Sorry if it was a little choppy at parts and maybe not that interesting, but to be quite honest, I just didn't really want to write this chapter (which might be why it took such a long time) nor did I really know what to write. Except some of these parts…
Anyway, I know I said a while ago that the story was nearing its end, and if all goes according to plan, next chapter will be the last. At which point I will try to start that Kames story I promised :)
And maybe post a few of the stories I have on my computer.
I also plan on posting pictures of the dresses Katie tried on on my tumblr (Big Time Schmidtster) so check that out if you'd like. Although it might not be up until tomorrow since I have a bit of schoolwork to complete today :/