Haha, I know how the story is going to end :-D No idea how it's getting to the end, but I figured out its ending. Ah finally some point to this story.

I'm not too sure about the Max and Logan in this story; I think I have too many different versions of Max and Logan and I can no longer figure out if they're actually Max and Logan. If you think they're off at the end can you share and if you know why they're off can you share that too.

Thanks guys! I hope you enjoy.

Chapter Eight

Natural

The Motel Room:

"Are you kidding?" Logan said in response to Max's question of 'Aren't double beds suspicious if we're supposed to be married?' "Trust me, the kids that go to this school…" he shook his head, "We could ask for rooms on the opposite ends of the building and not look suspicious."

"I forgot," she smiled, "these are your peeps."

He smiled softly and shook his head, "You still hungry? We can get dinner."

"I could eat." She smiled with a bob of her head.

ooOoo

…

The Diner:

A group of kids came piling out of the diner's doors and Logan pulled Max in close to him to avoid her being trampled, she didn't know what it was manners or habit, but he did things like that. A guiding hand on her back or elbow, holding open the door, everything that if he'd done it in the first year she would have flipped out over. Not to say that she still didn't reminded him every so often that she wasn't some frail little girl that needed protection; he always laughed or made some comment that basically told her to get over herself.

There was something else though; when he did things like this, when he pulled her in close…She'd realize he had been right. It had been easier when he had been in the chair. Standing didn't make her want him any more, it didn't make him more attractive, funnier, more caring, it did however keep him closer. So close, so often, she couldn't escape him. They'd been physically separated before, vertically and horizontally. They just always seemed close now.

She couldn't escape him, she couldn't hide from it.

She was chest to chest with him now, no space at all separating their bodies, barely a few inches separating their lips as she looked up at him once the crowd was almost done passing and he looked down, both of them barely breathing. Unsteady smiles and chuckles as they separated and headed in...

ooOoo

…

Max liked the diner straight off, 50's retro, silver diamond paneling on the walls, bright blue vinyl booths with white and silver tables that like everything else in the country had seen better days, the waitress uniforms even stayed in theme in only a slightly lighter shade of blue. She knew they catered to the elite parents of the kids at Brookridge; no one in the town would care about the matching uniforms. Still though she liked it, it was a nice escape from the world.

"You folks got a kid up at Brookridge?" The waitress asked leading them to the table.

"We're just checking it out," Logan said staying in the role. It made sense not to attract suspicion, to not put themselves on the line, to not have this traced back to them, have their covers blown. They'd done this before, though not away. Always used their aliases when there was even the slightest chance someone could overhear them, stay in the proper attire the entire time, which in her case meant black slacks and a light blue top, still casual, but not bummy.

Most importantly, the platinum band encasing the small flawless round diamonds that rested on her left hand. His mothers, while he wore his fathers, they didn't match, his was just a simple platinum band. She'd asked him once about his own wedding band and he'd just given her a look, so she'd let it drop, of course only after determining that Valerie had never even gone near the ring that now graced her finger.

She liked wearing the ring, the band itself. It felt oddly natural, she liked how it felt as she turned it with her thumb, and she noticed he would do the same. He asked the day before if she'd wanted the engagement ring, the ring which was her reason for never worrying about Logan's financial status ever again, she'd worn it before but the large stone always felt out of place on her hand. The diamond band though was simple and understated; it had to be though to go with the ring. She'd just laughed and reminded him they wanted to blend in, a ring like that made people's mouths drop open and they wouldn't be likely to forget them.

The waitress rattled on about the specials and what they were out of and told them they were up on the board if they forgot. "Can I get you folks any beverages to start out with?"

"Coke?" Max replied hoping that hadn't just been on the list of things they were out of, she'd once more been distracted by the ring, so much for multitasking.

"The same," Logan nodded.

Max smiled as the waitress left, "You're having soda."

"I drink soda," he defended.

She made a face, "Rum and coke don't count."

He laughed, "In my family it does." He thought about it for a minute, "I had soda the day we went to the zoo."

"You had two sips," she pointed out, not even noticing that if anyone were listening to their conversation they wouldn't doubt for a second they were married.

"That's only because I was sharing it with you, Linda," he smiled

She retaliated, "You were holding it." His lack of love for the sugary substance had been a talked about subject, just like how he didn't understand why she drank fake coffee, which was basically the taste equivalent of sewage water, especially since she didn't need the caffeine.

"Look at your menu," he ordered with a suddenly serious face before he raised up his own and his smile peaked out.

A matching one spread across her face.

"What's wrong?" he asked a few minutes later looking over his menu to see her pouting expression as she studied the menu.

"I want French Toast and Fries."

He looked over at the board and reassured himself that neither of those had been on the list of things they didn't have before looking back at her questioningly.

"It's too much food."

"I've seen you demolish an entire pie in less than an hour."

It wasn't her fault Logan was a culinary genius, "I don't want an entire side though; I already want bacon and eggs."

He shook his head as he once more hid his smile and wondered what Bling would say if he could see them now, "Just don't eat all of my fries." He definitely let her get away with too much.

She smiled and he remembered it was worth it.