They held each other for several minutes, the quiet sniffling of James as the only noise present. He pressed his forehead against Logan's and just smiled, tears running down his cheeks. The silence was eventually broken when Logan talked very quietly; "You are my destiny."

"I can't believe it," James said. "I forgot about that boy, but after it happened, I really wanted to see him again. I knew he would do great things if he just had the right encouragement."

"I always wanted to thank him," Logan whispered. He bit on his lower lip. "Thank you."

"Logan you've thanked me enough."

"I know, but still…"

"So, hey, do you want to have dinner with my folks?"

"Tonight?"

"Yeah. You wanna go?"

"Um…sure. Is this something they planned?"

"Heheh yeah, they called me on my way home and asked. Apparently they have something for us!"

"Ooooo, well yes! Let's go."

"I'll pick out something nice for you to wear," James said and walked off to the bedroom. He took a silk shirt out of Logan's closet, along with a clean pair of pants, and handed them to Logan. He disrobed and changed, as did James. He also popped into the bathroom real quick and got freshened up. In a few minutes time, they were all ready to go. With a tiny kiss before leaving, James and Logan headed out of their apartment and down to the street. James couldn't park in the lot, since they were repaving it all, so he was using the spaces on the road until then. Logan didn't like the extra walking, but it would have to suffice for the next few days.


James parked his truck in front of the familiar old house and helped Logan get out. They walked up to the porch together holding hands, looking forward to the dinner they were about to enjoy. James was slightly apprehensive about his father, but if they had a present for them, he couldn't be feeling too hostile.

"James! Logan!" Mrs. Diamond cheered when she opened the front door. "So good to so you again!" She gave her son a big hug, and then moved to her son-in-law to be. "How are you two doing?"

"Great," James said. "We brought wine for you." The son brandished a bottle of chardonnay from under his arm and his mother's face immediately lit up.

"How sweet!" she exclaimed, taking the bottle with great care. "You're really putting others first these days, aren't you?"

James smiled shyly and looked down. "Yeah, well…"

Mrs. Diamond led them inside and to the dinner table, where his father was of course already seated. He nodded to them both and smiled a little. "James, Logan," he said. "How are you boys?"

"Great," James said once more, helping Logan take a seat and then seating himself. Logan tried to figure out what sort of food was being prepared. "How are you, pops?" James asked.

"Ah well, you know. The usual. Got a good business offer yesterday."

"Cool, cool."

Mrs. Diamond went to the kitchen and came back with a chicken. The platter was surrounded with potatoes and carrots. Logan inhaled deeply and smiled. "Ohhh my," he said. "Whatever that is, it smells amazing!"

"Why thank you Logan," said James's mom. "It's just chicken that I've baked in the oven."

"Mmm I can't wait!"

James looked at his fiancé and smiled. He still couldn't get over how adorable he was.

"How's Kendall?" Mr. Diamond asked. He stood up and began to cut the chicken into pieces.

"Oh, he's good. Got back together with Carlos."

"Ah."

"I think that's great," Mrs. Diamond said, nodding. "Logan honey, what part of the chicken would you like?"

"I guess just breast?" Logan said, shrugging. Mr. Diamond put a slab of chicken down on his plate, and James immediately began to cut it up into small pieces. "There you go, baby," he whispered to Logan.

"Thanks," Logan answered quietly.

"So mom, dad? What did you want to give us?"

Mrs. Diamond giggled and glanced upwards, looking almost a little cute. She blushed. "Well, how are the wedding plans going?"

"Nothing much so far," James explained. His father put a thigh down on his plate and he smiled cute at him. "We order our cake though."

"Oh really? Did you go to Mr. Finkelman's?" his mom asked.

"Yeah of course. Dunno if he wants to do it though."

"Why's that?"

"He got a little miffed when I mentioned I was marrying Logan."

"Oh, well. You know how old fashioned he can be," Mrs. Diamond said. "I wouldn't worry about it. But it's still sweet that you give him the business."

"Oh yeah, of course," James said, followed by a slice of chicken. He looked at Logan and sighed dreamily. "I can't believe it's happening."

"It's daunting," Mrs. Diamond said.

"Mmmm," the father grunted, but everyone ignored it.

"So, well," his mother continued, giggling again. "We thought we would get you an early present. Honey? Would you give it to them?"

"Right, right," Mr. Diamond said. He reached into his shirt pocket and brandished a small envelope, which he held over the table to James.

"What is it?" Logan asked. James took the envelope and opened it up, but he didn't say anything. He stared at it with his mouth hanging open.

"It's special, so…" Mrs. Diamond said quietly.

"What is it?" Logan asked once more, feeling somewhat left out.

James looked at his parents and said, "thank you" quite humbly. They nodded back.

"Hopefully it'll only happen once, so I want to make it very nice for you two," Mrs. Diamond said.

Logan grabbed James's arm and tugged on the sleeve. "What is it?" He asked again, even whinier this time.

James swallowed and said, "tickets."

"To what?"

"To Florida, and a hotel for a weekend."

"Ohhhhh," Logan gasped. "Ohhh!"

"For your honeymoon," Mrs. Diamond said shortly. She cut a small piece of chicken up and place it in her mouth, chewing politely.

"Th-thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Diamond."

"You're welcome, honey," said the mother. She reached over the table and touched Logan on the hand (he jumped). "I've said it before and I will say it again, you're family now."

Dinner carried on like that for a while. It was very pleasant, and Logan was finally feeling like he belonged again. It had been years since he had anything resembling family and now, after assuming he never would again, he had one again. James evidently had a close and supportive branch of relatives, so being a part of that made Logan swell with happiness. He started to envision all sorts of gatherings and events, full of happy people talking about their lives and welcoming Logan into them.

"You boys have a great time, alright?" Mr. Diamond said as he led James and Logan to the front door.

"Have you ever been on a plane?" Mrs. Diamond asked Logan. He shook his head. "Are you nervous?"

"Yeah, of course."

"It's totally safe. You'll be fine," she reassured him.

Logan nodded stiffly. Mrs. Diamond gave him a tight hug and patted him on the back. "You're a wonderful person, you know that?" she whispered.

James kissed Logan on the top of the head. "He is," he confirmed. "He really, really is.

"Well…" Logan mumbled, feeling on the spot. His face lit up.

"Heheh I think we'll get out of here, okay?" James said. He gave his mother another hug and patted his dad on the arm. "Great to see you both."

"Same," said Mr. Diamond. "Take care."

James waved over his shoulder and took Logan back to his car. They got in and drove back home, feeling great. Logan bounced up and down in his chair.

"Happy?" James asked, sneaking peeks over at his fiancé from time to time.

"Yeah! I'm gonna have a family again!" Logan cheered. "I'm not alone anymore."

"Baby you'll never be alone as long as you live."

They parked on the street by their apartment building and got out. Right as James was locking up, his phone pinged. He took Logan to the crosswalk, looking at his phone.

"Who is it?" Logan asked.

"Kendall," said James. He pushed the button to cross. "Asking when we'll be home."

"Why does he care?"

"I dunno."

The crosswalk light when on they stepped out onto the street. James giggled, looking at the phone, as Logan trailed behind with his hand on James's arm. The phone pinged once more.

"Oh my God," James said. "Logan, Kendall and Carlos got…"

Something strange happened at that moment. Suddenly Logan was almost able to feel time stop. He heard people cry out and the brakes of a car squeal. It wasn't right.

In that short moment, Logan could tell that there was a problem. It was familiar. It wasn't right.

Within just two seconds, Logan was able to detect a serious disaster coming. James was distracted.

All at once, Logan threw both of his hands out in front of himself and smacked James on the back, throwing him forward and to the ground. James landed on his arm, tearing his jacket and skin. His phone went flying and shattered on the ground.

Logan fell down, too. But it wasn't from anybody's hands. It was from the car that ran the light.