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Logan Ch. 01

By: There4You



She was walking down the beach, watching her footprints appear in the sand and then seconds later be washed away into nothing. It's funny how fast things can happen in only a matter of seconds. Her life had changed on that October night, only months after her eighteenth birthday. She had loved her dad, she had loved him a lot and had always stayed true to him, but there were just certain things that they argued about constantly. One of those issues was college, something she didn't want to do, something he thought was a necessity, and something that she had never thought back on again. 

Her father was a millionaire from the day he was born. His father, her grandfather, had bought all of the land on a strip of beach, built houses on them, and had rented them out. The place around it boomed, but the beach itself was private which made it popular and demanded. The amount people paid to be on a private beach was ungodly, and it started soaring when her father was about fifteen. From then on, his father learned the ins and outs of the business and eventually completely took over for his father. 

His father had loved every aspect of the business and became the poster-child for all workaholics. That had been the main reasoning for his wife leaving him and her daughter when her daughter was only one. She had been raised on the business, learning it and playing it as well as her father. They got along well when they worked together, and she missed the busy days. But her father had also been an alcoholic and an abusive one at that, so although she missed him, part of her was glad he was gone. He had been hit by a train and died instantly when she was only three months past eighteen, leaving his business to her as she was his only child, making her a millionaire and leaving her in charge of a little over sixty houses. Her father had hired a maid service to come and clean the house when renters left, and had walked the beach himself for most of the time, picking it up. 

It didn't take long for her to switch it around, and hire people to not only help her clean the house after the renters left- the maids were not satisfactory in that they would often stay the weekend and not do a reasonable job cleaning- but also to help her pick up the beach. For a while she had had an assistant who helped her choose the people, but then found that she could do it herself and needed no one's help in doing so. She hadn't really liked the assistant because she often began her advice with: well, your father would have... I don't care what the hell my father would have done, she'd think. That, and she found that often times she couldn't trust people. Her right hand man- he had the same title as the rest of the workers, but she found he was easier to talk to then the rest and so spent most of her time with him- was one of the few that she could trust and could always count for a laugh.

About ten yards up the beach she saw a can floating in and out of the surf, looking new as if someone had just thrown it there. She looked up to the house, making a mental note that people were walking up the boardwalk, chairs in hand. She wasn't carrying a bag with her or else she would have picked it up to throw it away later. No, she thought to herself, I'm on my break. So she picked the can out of the surf and threw it up on the beach, thinking she would grab it again when she walked later, or maybe tomorrow morning when she ran at six. Although if it's still there by six, then maybe I need to hire someone that can do their job. No sooner had the can landed then she heard a voice behind her.

"Excuse me," he said. She turned and smiled on the inside. It was a new kid she had just hired, Will: he was nineteen, had just dropped out of LSU. They had never met, but she had seen his picture in his application and had talked to him over the phone. 

"Yes?" she asked innocently.

"Aren't you going to take your can with you?"

"Oh, it's not mine."

"Are you kidding? I just saw you throw it up there."

"Right," she said, taking her time and trying to keep from laughing, "I pulled it out of the surf and threw it up on the beach so no one would step on it." He just nodded and raised his eyebrow. 

"Really?"

"Yeah, I think it belongs to those people," she said, nodding towards the house.

"Well thank you, but I believe I can do my job sufficiently." She lost it then and started laughing. He began to look pissed and more full of himself. She just turned and kept walking; he didn't pursue her.

That night she arrived back at the house, a huge white one in the most choice location, one that all of the people she worked with stayed in; she had the top floor all to herself. She was sitting in her living room area with Jacob, her right hand man, when his cell phone rang. It was a regular thing for all of the new workers to have an older worker buddy. This gave them someone they could immediately talk to and connect with, with someone to teach them how to do their jobs correctly. They were required to check in with their elder every night before they went to sleep, and they could talk about anything and everything. 

Jacob answered and put him on speaker phone. 

"Hello?"

"Jacob?"

"Yeah?"

"It's Will."

"Hey, Will, how did your first day go?"

"Really well, actually."

"Have any trouble with any of the renters?" Jacob asked, having already heard the story between the two earlier in the day.

"Actually there was this one girl. About my age, tall, reddish blonde hair, pretty blue eyes," he said.

"She doesn't sound familiar. Did you get a name or a house she was living in?"

"No, I didn't ask."

"Next time you should."

"Oh, okay."

"Don't worry about it though, you didn't know."

"Okay."

"What did she do exactly?"

"She threw a can up on the beach and then tried to tell me it wasn't hers. I mean I saw her throw the thing up; she was lying to my face."

"Are you positive? Did you see her take a sip out of it?"

"No, but I saw her toss it up."

"Maybe it wasn't hers."

"Maybe," Will said, giving up.

"Have you met the boss yet?" Jacob asked.

"No, but I heard one of the guys say she was hot." She heard this and stifled a giggle as she raised her eyebrow in surprise. I need to hire older guys, she thought to herself. 

"Well I'm up here with her right now, we'll come down and meet you in the kitchen."

"Alright, cool," he said. They walked down the stairs and turned the corner, pushing the swinging doors in; Will was sitting at the table, drinking a glass of OJ. He turned and looked up as his jaw hit the table. 

"Hey, Will, nice to meet you," she said, laughing as she extended her hand.

"You're...?" She nodded. 

"You're rough. I can't wait to start working with you."

"She likes it rough," Jacob whispered behind his hand. She punched him in the arm and he rubbed it. "Ow."

"I swear," she said, shaking her head, "You would think that he was the boss."

"Well I am your boss," he said, grabbing her and swinging her around. Just then the doorbell rang and she ran- like a child- to answer it. 

"Mr. Languest requests your presence tonight for dinner." She looked annoyed at the butler that had been sent to tell her this news. 

"Tell Jack that if he wants me to come to dinner he'll have to ask me himself."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Johnson, call me Lo," she said, smiling at the man then waving goodbye as he climbed back into the car. She turned around to see Jacob and Will standing there. She just shook her head at Jacob and walked into his open arms. 

"You sure you don't want me to burn down his house?"

"You mean houses?" He chuckled.

"Yeah."

"Nah, he can keep them all to his lonely ass self."

"You know he's not going to stop."

"I know," she said, then turned to meet Will's confused look. "Inform your child- he deserves to know seeing as how the rest of the house does." She started walking up the stairs then turned around. "Actually, Will, let's take us a little walk." Will just nodded and followed her out of the house. 

As soon as they were outside Will said, "About earlier- I'm really sorry."

"Don't worry, Will, I was just having fun with you. I enjoy using men to entertain me." She laughed and he grinned at her, realizing how much he was beginning to love that laugh. She met his gaze and just sighed. His eyes were a beautiful blue, his hair dark- almost black- and shaggy, wavy. He was gorgeous to say the least. Tall, dark and handsome- just the way she liked them. 

Over the period of the walk, they got more and more intimate with each other, physically teasing and then seconds later having a serious conversation. She began to realize that she hadn't had this much fun or opened up this much in years. She explained to Will everything about her dad. Then she went on to explain just exactly who Jack Languest was. 

He was pretty much her counterpart. What part of the little strip of land she didn't own, he did. He was 27 and had been pursuing her since her father died last October. 

"Of course," she said, "My father promised him that he could marry me whenever he wanted. He almost had me at sixteen," she said, shaking her head, "But I somehow convinced my dad to at least let me graduate high school. Then my dad died and Jack's just been hovering over my head every since, trying to get a hold of me so that somehow the two businesses will merge with our marriage. I've been thinking about accepting lately though, just to get him off my back."

"You shouldn't marry because it's a good business proposition. You should marry for love."

"I'm not so sure I believe in love, Will," she said, smiling gently at him. 

"It just seems to me that marrying for the money can only go downhill."

"I know, but I don't know what else to do."

"Keep saying no?" She laughed. 

"I guess that'll just have to do." They turned and started back, and then Logan turned to him.

"Hey, I was thinking I would go clubbing tonight, wanna come with me?"

"Of course," he said and he was shocked when she reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Meet you downstairs at seven thirty?" she asked, and he nodded.

Will was so excited that he was down there at seven. He sat down on the couch, coke in hand, to wait for her and just talk with Jacob.

"Watch out for her, alright?" Jacob was asking.

"Alright," Will answered, nervously.

"She doesn't take people out with her, not even me. Just take care of her- she deserves it." Will was shocked at what he had just heard but didn't have to think of a response to that as Logan was walking down the stairs. She looked amazing in her short black flowy skirt and an orange and yellow striped tube top, her reddish blonde hair flowing down around her shoulders. Without either of them thinking about it, they had met in the middle of the room and joined hands, sending flames through each other with their touch. Jacob raised an eyebrow at Logan and Will.

"Have fun you two, I'll lock up." Logan just smiled and said a quick thank you before practically dragging Will outside. They were climbing into her car, a Porsche Turbo, when a town car pulled up and Johnson, the butler, got out to open the back door. Logan groaned as she stood up and leaned on the car.

"Johnson, he doesn't deserve to have that door opened for him," she said to the butler, "I don't see why you do it."

"Six children, ma'am," he said quietly before opening the door. A tall, lean, well-dressed man appeared from the car. He was wearing a gray suit and tie, was obviously tanned from the beach and had perfect gold hair, not one piece was out of place. Will suddenly became very aware as to the power of this man and shuddered. He was commanding, rich and handsome, none of those Will had ever experienced first hand, much less had the confidence to walk around like that.

"Hello, Logan," Jack said, closing the distance between the two quite fast as he took her hand and kissed the back of it. 

"Jack," she spoke, her tone harsh, as she pulled her hand back from his grip.

"I came to pick you up for dinner, darling."

"Jack you can't keep just showing up and expecting me to drop everything to be with you."

"You wouldn't have to drop everything if you would be my wife."

"Jack I'm not going to marry you," she said, taking a quick glance over at Will before adding, "Ever."

"Don't be silly, darling. It was your father's dying wish to see us merge."

"Let him roll in his grave," she said, scoffing.

"You're father was a great man."

"My father was an arrogant, conceited, selfish bastard."

"It pains me when you talk of your father like that after all the good things he wanted for you."

"Jack, we're not going through this again. He wasn't a good man."

"At least he had enough good since to know that we were meant for each other," Jack retaliated, and Will became aware of just how good the two would look together as a couple. Not quite though, he thought to himself, she's too wild to be with someone like that, she's got too much spunk, too much flame to her.

"I rest my case," she said, throwing her arms out, "Something that was never ever going to happen in the first place."

"I should have had you at sixteen," Jack growled, stepping forward and taking her wrist into his hand, "Then you would have learned a thing or two from me."

"Oh good, statutory rape."

"Not rape if you're my wife."

"I wasn't. I'm not. I never will be," she almost yelled, pulling her arm free.

"I will have you whether you want me to or not."

"I'm not some prize, Jack. Good God!"

"You are beautiful and you belong at my side."

"At your side like some pet," she spat, "Go fuck yourself."

"Oh how very adult of you- resorting to name calling now are we?"

"Unbelievable," she breathed. 

"What's unbelievable is the fact that you have millions and millions, yet you live in this hole in the wall with other... other... common people... like him..." he said, pointing to Will.

"First of all this is not a hole in the wall. And second of all- and more importantly- I love spending my life around people like him. I'm not superior to anyone and neither are you."

"I most certainly am superior to... to that," he said, pointing again as his face twisted into that of sheer disgust.

"Pull your head out of your fucking ass, Jack! The only thing different between you and him, is the fact that he not only has manners but he has decency and class that far surpass yours."

"You can't be serious," he said, looking Will over. "I've got millions, he doesn't."

"Money. Isn't. Everything."

"It is in our world."

"He," she said, pointing to Will, "And that," she said pointing to the house, "Is my world."

"I'm here to save you from... him," he said, spiting in Will's direction. Logan took one look at how pale and flushed Will looked and without thinking had punched Jack. He spun around, holding his nose as it dripped with blood. "Shit, Logan!" he said, looking bewildered. 

"Grow. Up," she said, getting into the car as Will did the same, then speeding away towards town. There was a good minute of silence before Logan started laughing. "I can't believe I did that. Nothing has ever felt so good in my life." She looked over and saw torment and embarrassment on Will's face. 

"Yeah," he said, barely audible and without looking up, "Good job."

"Will, I never would have said any of that stuff or done anything like that if it wasn't for you- you gave me the strength to do that."

"No," he said, looking at her, "You could have done it all along. I was just the scapegoat of an already heated argument and thus provided a reason for you to hit him."

"That's not true."

"Yes it is," Will said, finally looking at her. Frustrated, she pulled the car over and unbuckled. "What-?" She cut him off as she quickly climbed into his lap and started kissing him. She teased his lower lip, gently biting it before rubbing her tongue along his teeth until he allowed her access, opening his mouth as his tongue came out to meet hers. His hands roamed up and down her back, stroking and pulling. They had their tongues down each other's throats for a good fifteen minutes before they finally broke.

"That's not true and don't you forget it," she said, smiling as she kissed him one last time and slid back into her seat, fixing her tube top and skirt, smiling at her reflection in the mirror, her lips red from being well kissed.

"That was so not fair," he said, looking over at her and grinning.

"Complaints, Mr. Robinson?" she teased

"None at all," he said, beaming.

They parked in the lot and walked up to the building of a club called The 411. It was about eight thirty now and there was a decent size line outside of the building. Will was about to point this out to her and suggest that they go elsewhere so that they don't spend their whole night waiting in line, when she pulled him to the front of the line to talk with the bouncer. 

"Hey, Fred," she said, giving the big man a hug and peck on the cheek.

"Beautiful, where have you been? You almost made it one whole week." She laughed.

"Almost."

"You in another fight with Jack?" he said, nodding towards Will.

"Freddie," she said, shaking her head, "No pullin' my strings tonight. I kinda like this one, so no scaring him off, okay?"

"You mean no 'hey I saw your wedding announcement in the paper this morning' jokes?"

"That's not even funny," she said, tightening her grip on Will's hand.

"You better watch out, beautiful, he's gonna do it one day."

"Yeah but then I've got people like you to kick his ass."

"And get a million dolla' lawsuit on my hands? You best be finding you some better protectors," he said laughing. 

"You know I've always got your back, Fred. Tell Jenna I said hi. How's little Fred doing?"

"Got his first tooth in now."

"Aw that's awesome. Hey- anytime you all want a night on the town, my offer for babysitting is always open. On the house."

"Beautiful, you know that we already did that once. We can't impose on you again like that, but thank you."

"Freddie listen. You let me into this place anytime I want in- I'm the one that owes you. I love little Fred to death, it's my pleasure to baby-sit him."

"If you insist," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Call me sometime this week and we'll set up a play date." They laughed, hugged, and then parted ways. "What do you want to drink?" she asked Will as they headed towards the bar. 

"Someone's gotta be responsible and drive. Water's good."

"Water is good," she said, leaning over the bar to get the bartenders attention, "Hey Carl!"

"Girl how are you doin'?" a man in his late thirties asked, coming to their side of the bar. "Long time, no see!"

"Carl this is my..." she turned to Will, whispered something in his ear making his eyes go as wide as saucers, then continued, "Boyfriend, Will. Will this is my good friend Carl."

"I think you got the better end of the deal," Carl said, shaking hands with Will. Logan grinned.

"Enough of that, we'll have two waters."

"Two waters it is- on the tab?"

"As always."

"One of these days I really am going to make you pay it."

"Keep talkin', Carl, keep talkin'." He handed the two waters across the bar and it was Will's turn to pull Logan somewhere. He leaded them to a booth in the corner and sat, pulling Logan into his lap, gently kissing her shoulder.

"Now about this boyfriend stuff," he said, grinning.

"I mean it," she said, pulling away and looking at him seriously, "I wouldn't have said it if I hadn't meant it." He pulled her head down to his and let his tongue roam around with hers.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," he said, stroking her hair lovingly, "Now shall we dance?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she said, laughing as they stood and made their way to the center of the dance floor. They danced nonstop for three hours, through every song. They barely heard the music as they held each other's attention, each noticing every movement and shift in the others body. In the fast songs they'd bump and grind and kiss, but in the slow songs they would hold each other tenderly, hiding the inner beast that had been released on the last song. Looking down at his watch and seeing it said 12:04, Will suggested that they take a break and have some water. She sat on his lap again, drinking water, holding his bottle for him while he drank, swapping water back and forth between each other's mouths. When he looked down at his watch again he saw that it read 12:30.


Logan Ch. 01



"As much as I hate to say this, it's about my bedtime."

"What? No way."

"Yeah some of us have these crazy bosses that make us get up and start cleaning at six."

"Oh the insanity," she teased, giggling. She knew that she could give him the day off tomorrow... yeah, she thought, I could give him the day off in my room. He looked at her pitifully and knew that he wanted to leave so that he could get at least a little sleep. "Oh alright," she said, giving in, "Just one more dance though, okay?"

"Okay," he said, as he pulled her to the floor and Brian McKnight hit the speakers. Will sang along gently into Logan's ear: One, you're like a dream come true. Two, just wanna be with you. Three, girl it's plain to see that you're the only one for me and four, repeat steps one through three, five, make you fall in love with me. If ever I believe my work is done, then I'll start back at one. The song ended and as a faster one started up, Will traced her jaw line with his finger and tilted it up ever so gently, giving her a tender kiss.



Logan Ch. 02



The next morning Will woke to a soft knocking on his door. Thinking that it was just Jacob checking to make sure he was awake, he answered the door in his boxers. 

"Well good morning to you too," Logan laughed before stepping into his room. 

"You're up early," Will commented.

"Yeah, I'm the crazy boss that gets up before everyone else to make sure all is well." 

"You work too hard," Will said, grinning as he pulled her to him and kissed her. She kissed him back with such urgency, remembering how restless her night had been just thinking of him. His hands gently moved up her back, stroking her back lovingly, his fingers tracing her rib line as he pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside. She blushed as he unclasped her bra and let it slide off of her shoulders, dipping his head to suck on one hard bud, licking and tasting her skin, her flavor having an eroticizing effect on him. She pulled his head up to meet hers as she steered him, pushing him back against his bed until he fell onto it, taking her down with him. She giggled into his mouth but stopped short as his hands slid up into her shorts, past her panties and into her waiting heat. He felt her shiver on his finger as he rhythmically dipped it in and out, gently grazing her clit each time, but only doing it hard enough to tease. He grinned as she bit down gently onto his shoulder, humping back against his finger. 

"Please," she whispered into his ear. "Please." No sooner had he dipped his finger into her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit then there was a loud knocking on his door. Will pulled his hand from under her shorts and was still in the act of standing, pulling her with him when the door opened.

"Hey Wi—," Jacob called as he opened the door, took in the sight around him and then closed it back.

"Jacob!" Will called back to him as Logan pulled on her shirt, trying to slide out the door. Will grabbed her around the waist and held her to him just as Jacob was coming back through the door.

"Let her go!" Jacob yelled at Will, coming at him. Will did and backed against the wall. 

"Jacob stop it!" Logan yelled at him.

"I told you to watch out for her," Jacob lectured, eyes burning holes into Will, "I told you to be nice to her. Is this the way you're nice to someone? Is It?!" 

"Let her make her own fucking decisions!" Will yelled back. Logan saw it coming, knew how violent Jacob got, especially when it had to do with her, and made the mistake of stepping between Jacob and Will right as Jacob's hand lashed out, catching her in the jaw as she fell to the ground. Tears sprang to her eyes immediately. 

"I'm so sorry, Lo," Jacob said, starting toward her. She just kept backing away from him and when the wall was against her back, she spit the blood that had accumulated in her mouth at him. Standing, she ran past him, out the door and up the stairs, slamming the door behind her. 

Soon she heard a knocking at her door. 

"Lo." It was Jacob, "Let me in, Lo."

"No," she said, defiant. There was a softer, more timid knocking at her door then.

"Ell." It was Will. "Please open the door." She did open the door then and glared at them both. 

"You two had better be nice to each other from now on. Shake hands," she ordered them, and when they just looked at each other, "Now!" They did. "Good, now let me make myself clear. You two are both very important men in my life, but if you two can't learn to get along and cooperate, then I'm going to have to ask you both to leave, understood?" They nodded sheepishly. "Good, now there's a fucking beach out there that needs cleaning!" she yelled and slammed the door shut. 

She didn't like yelling at people, hated it in fact, but something had hit her the wrong way just then and she slid down on the floor, crying. Today just wasn't her day. She heard them leaving and turned again, opening the door.

"Jacob, Will," she called, "Wait." They turned and headed back up the stairs. "Jacob you first." 

"Look," he started, but she cut him off.

"Hush. I know what you're going to say, and I know you didn't mean to, don't worry about it. I just… please let this between Will and I work itself out on its own."

"I'm sorry, Lo, I'm just so protective of you. I see a man with his hands on you and all I see is red." She smiled at him, giving him a gentle peck on the cheek.

"I know, Jake, but please for me just leave this one alone. I like him, a lot. I know you're protective but you can't be there all the time. Just let this one steer its own course, alright?"

"Okay," he said, nodding, but obviously unhappy. 

"Thank you." Jacob opened her door then and stepped out, letting Will in. She patted the seat beside her and he sat down. She studied him for a minute before pulling herself into his lap and pulling the blanket on the back of the couch over them. She could feel in his hands as he held her that he was still worried about holding her, if it was okay. She shifted again and rested her head in his lap as he began stroking her hair, gently caressing and soothing the place that Jacob had hit her. 

"You," she said, sighing, "What am I going to do with you?" She saw him gulp and could hear his pulse.

"I…-."

"First day here and you yelled at me for throwing trash onto my own beach. Second day here and you get me in trouble with my best friend. All you seem to bring is trouble." She looked up at his face and saw that he was close to tears and he started to stand but she climbed up on him, straddling him as she took his face in her hands, smiling gently at him. "You're batting oh for two, but there's just something about you. Let's see how day three works, alright?" He looked at her, confused.

"What?"

"I like you Will, I like you a lot. I want to get to know you better." He smiled at her then, his devilish, perverted smile. 

"You know, I know a quick way that you can get to know me better," he said, pulling her face down to his as he scooped her up and started carrying her out the door. She broke the kiss and hopped out of his arms.

"No, they don't need to know about us," she said, speaking of the staff.

"Like they don't know by now." She just grinned at him as they held hands and walked down the stairs.



Logan Ch. 03



THREE

She ran down the stairs and down the boardwalk, laughing as she jumped on Will's back and he spun around. 

"Hey you," he said, looking at her and smiling just because she was. 

"Hello to you too," she said, rocking herself back and forth like a child trying to keep a secret.

"Well, what is it?"

"Can't I just come down to visit my favorite, most loyal worker?" He laughed at her then, pulling her to him for a quick kiss before leaning back to look at her.

"Anytime, but you've never looked that happy just to see me." She sighed dramatically.

"Fine, you won. Come inside," she said, giggling as she pulled him down the boardwalk and into the house which was deserted. 

"What?" he asked, panting as he started at the blue prints in front of him.

"I've been meaning to redo the part of the house that you're living in for months now, termites," she explained, "So this is what the new part is going to look like." 

"So where am I going to stay while this is happening?"

"In the spare bedroom upstairs, of course," she said, giggling like a little school girl.

"And you think everyone will be okay with this?"

"What could they say even if they weren't?"

"I don't want the whole staff mad at me."

"They won't be," she said, huffing, obviously upset that he wasn't as excited as she was, "So do you want to stay there or not?"

"Yes, love, I do."

"Good," she said, giving him a quick peck on the lips. Then another and another. "I could kiss you forever."

"No objections," he said as he pulled her to him, kissing her, gently biting her lower lip. They had been kissing for quite some time, and Logan was faintly aware that she was humping against Wills right leg when they heard someone clear their throat at the door. They looked up and saw Jacob. 

"Lo," he said, obviously restraining himself, "here. Now." She looked like a deer caught in the headlights as she followed him. 

"What?" she asked, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

"What?!" Jacob almost screamed, "Lo, look at yourself. This isn't the Lo I know. Please take it slow with him. I know, you're young and in love or whatever. But you've still got raging hormones and I'll be damned if he leaves here in two months and then nine months after that we've got a little Will or a little Logan on our hands." She stared at him.

"We haven't done anything like that yet."

"Really? Because facts say otherwise. I walked in on the two of you this morning, your shirt off and his hand up your fucking pants. Then I just walk into the kitchen and your humping his leg! Nothing? Lo you've known the guy for two days, what the fuck are you doing? Just step back and think about it. At this rate you'll be fucking him by this time tomorrow." She slapped him then, crying. 

"You have no right to say that."

"He's not going to stick around, Lo, that's all I'm saying." She started sobbing into Jacobs shoulder. She knew Will was too good to be true, but she also knew that he didn't seem like the kind of guy that would just up and leave like that. She heard Will enter the room and stood and went to his arms. She hated being torn between two men, but she knew then that she would stand by Will. Why? Because he stood by me this morning. He stood by me last night. That's why. She inhaled his scent and in seconds wasn't crying anymore. Jacob had said some things that she just didn't want him to say, said some unfair things, and they had scared her.



Logan Ch. 04



FOUR

The next few days were spent moving Will's stuff upstairs and contacting the contractors for the changes. A week and a half later and they were tearing walls down. Owning half of the largest money making strip of land in the whole town gives power to do things like that at such short notice. Will saw her standing, looking out at the ocean and came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck which she let fall to the side as a low moan escaped from her throat. 

"Let's go out tonight," Will suggested, "to dinner I mean."

"Okay," Logan nodded, leaning back against him.

"Six thirty?" She nodded again. 

That night he took her to a nice little romantic Italian place that looked out over where the ocean entered the bay. They were seated in a dark, quiet corner, a place all to themselves. They talked and joked about nothing in particular, feeding the seagulls that flew by. Dinner ended and he suggested they walk on the beach. Taking her hand in his, he lead her out of the restaurant and down to the beach. He held her in his arms and kissed her gently. I think I love you, he thought to himself. Holy shit I think I love you. 

"Why don't we head home now?" Logan asked looking into his eyes and grinning mischievously. He smiled at her kissing her again and again. 

They climbed into his truck, Logan sliding over in her seat to sit right next to him, his arm finding its way around her, hugging and holding her against him. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed contently. They hit the main road home and she resituated, kissing his neck and nipping his earlobe and jaw line. Her hand slowly made its way up his leg starting at his knee. He jumped when she finally made contact with his prick, the only thing between them being his boxers and khakis. She rubbed gently for a while and he let out a groan. Encouraged, she started sliding her hand between his stomach and boxers.

"Ell," he spoke, his voice gruff and clouded, "Stay out of there."

"Will," she whined, letting her hand go deeper and he let out another helpless groan, wiggling as he tried to get away from her gentle stroking. 

"Ell, I'm… ungh… I'm serious. Out," he demanded, taking her hand and removing it from his pants. 

"Well you're no fun," she said, sliding over. He caught her wrist and pulled her gently back, taking his eyes off the road momentarily to kiss her deeply. He felt her hand start to move under his shirt and make its way towards his crotch again. 

"Ell," he said, breaking the kiss, "I'm begging you."

"Why?"

"Because I'm libel to lose all self control if you keep doing that and I won't be responsible for pulling over to the side of the road and making love to you like I've dreamed of doing so many times before." 

"So do it," she whispered in his ear. He looked over at her, surprised.

"Are you serious?"

"Completely." He nodded and continued driving, turning off down some old dirt roads through a wildlife park and stopped finally, at the edge of a lake. Turning off the lights he hopped out of the truck and grabbed the blankets that were in his back seat. He laid them down in the bed of the truck then beaconed her to come up and join him. She laughed as he caught her by the waist and lifted her, coming up beside her to sit. She looked at him and smiled gently, willing him with her eyes.

He got the message and began kissing her, laying her on her back as he stripped her shirt from her and then her bra, tossing them gently aside as his kissed his way down her neck, biting gently. That's going to leave a mark, she thought to herself, smiling as she reached beneath his shirt and pulled it over his head, running her hands gently over his well toned, hairless chest. 

He sucked and licked on each of her breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipple, making it hard and then blowing on it, sending shivers through her body only to encompass it once more with his mouth, sucking on it again. He did this with both for minutes on end until he heard moans coming from her mouth, her hands running through his hair as she gently rotated her hips beneath him. 

He smiled at her wantonness and continued down, dipping his tongue into her belly button. He felt her tremble when he unsnapped her jeans to pull them off, discarding them too. She gently lifted her hips as he hooked his thumbs through the side of her underwear and pulled them down. Having tossed them away he looked down at her and let out a low whistle. Even in the moonlight he could see her blushing.

"You are some kind of angel, you know that?" She blushed again as their mouths found each other again, his hands supporting himself on either side of her head. He moaned into her mouth as her timid hands unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants. They kneeled together as she gently tugged them down.

"Ah," he gasped, "gentle, lover." She laughed and kissed him as she let her hand dip into his boxers to hold his cock against his stomach while she pulled his pants down; she felt him jump at her touch. He sat down and she helped him pull of his shoes and pants, throwing them both over the side of the truck, giggling as he pulled her down beside him, cradling her in his arms. Laying her down, he once again positioned himself over her and gently teased her opening with the head of his dick. He found it slick, warm and welcoming. They stared into each others eyes as he gently thrust his head in, focusing all of his control on not burying his cock deep in her tight pussy. 

He felt her beneath him, flexing her muscles trying to get used to him. He pulled himself out and for minutes on end he thrust the head of his cock in and out of her, stretching her to accommodate him. He progressively got deeper and deeper until he met the one thing keeping her virginity intact. He stopped, kissed her again, burning into his mind the taste of her lips. 

"Love, how do you want to do this? All at once or slowly?" She avoided looking at him and he knew how nervous she was, he could feel it through every muscle in her body. "Hey," he said, nuzzling her neck, kissing and nipping at it gently. "It's okay. Don't be nervous. We don't have to if you don't want to."

"Oh you who wouldn't be able to control himself."

"You have no idea," he said, laughing while on the inside he knew how much his prick was aching to be let loose. She smiled, pulling him down to her and kissing him again. They kissed and gently fucked until her shaking had stopped and his cock was resting against her maidenhood again. 

"Slow first." He nodded and took a little head start and tried gently to push his way in. He kept applying force and it kept not giving way. He looked down at her and saw her jaw clenched in pain and determination. He felt her wrap her legs around him and with a quick pull of her legs he was thrust all the way into her, buried to the hilt. Her gasp of pain and the tears that quickly leaked from her eyes broke his heart and made him feel more helpless than ever before. 

He quickly kissed away her tears with gentle, feathery kisses, never knowing that he had the ability in him to be this gentle. She finally stopped crying but he could still feel her panting beneath him. 

He could feel her pussy muscles clamping around his prick like a vice as she flexed them trying to force herself to get used to him.

"Woah, darlin'," he whispered in her ear, nipping at her throat, "You better stop that." He looked down and having seen her gentle smile, started slowly taking long, gentle thrusts in and out of her. He chuckled to himself as he watched the emotions float across her face, first surprise and then curiosity as she gently lifted her hips against him. Feeling her intense innocence seeping through her, he gently took hold of her hips, helping her to find the rhythm. 

She smiled to herself and to him, pulling his face down to hers as she tried picking up the pace, feeling the arousal starting in her belly in soft waves of buzzing. She felt him speed up even more and detached her mouth from his, leaving them close enough that they could feel the other's soft pants on their lips. She began letting out soft moans of joy, arching her back and shuddering each time his prick glided over her g spot and down to her hilt. 

Soon they were slamming into each other, her cries echoing out into the night as she came, pushing him over the edge as her muscles clinched and spasmed around him. 

He collapsed and rolled to the side, pulling her with him, his limp cock still buried in her sore pussy. And as he pulled one of the blankets over the two of them, he couldn't help but wonder if he had heard himself correctly in his final throe of ecstasy. Ell… God Ell… I love you.

She lay in his arms, her eyes wide as she felt him slowly fall asleep behind her. She had heard him, she had known exactly what he had said and known with every fiber in her being that he loved her, and that she loved him back equally. But you don't believe in love, remember? She tried reminding herself. She argued back and forth with herself until she finally came to the consensus that she did love him, and that there wasn't anything that could change that. Now, she decided, she just needed a special way to tell him. 

They awoke the next morning right when the sun was coming up, and he made love to her again, slow and sensual, taking the time to learn the ins and outs of her body, bringing her to multiple orgasms before he finally reached his. She lay there panting in his arms and feather kissed his chest. 

"That," she panted, "Was incredible." He grinned at her response. 

"At your service."

"Man, good thing I hired you after all, Mr. Robinson."

"Hired and used for sex. No complaints." She laughed and then sat up.

"We have to get back," she said, sounding nervous, "I bet Jacob's about to call the police. We have to go. Hurry, we should have gone back last night so I could have been there this morning and then there would be no questions and…" He grabbed her slender wrist and pulled him to her, forcing her to look at him.

"Regrets?"

"No, God no," she said, shaking her head, kissing him before hopping over the side of the truck to get their clothes, taking the blanket with her. 

"Hey," he teased, hopping over after her, "No fair!" She turned and laughed, gasping when she saw the size of him as he was once again fully erect. 

"I'm impressed," she said, nodding as he pulled her to him once again as he pulled the blanket from her slender body. 

"Will," she half whined, half scolded, "We really do have to get back, I'm usually up and— oooh," she cooed as he slid into her slick heat once again. She bit his shoulder as he continued to connect with her still very sensitive clit with each thrust. They came together again, almost in complete silence as they latched onto each other with their mouths, Logan biting down so hard that she actually broke the skin which only drew a moan from Will. He held her and coaxed her back to reality and when she finally looked up at him, mischief shown across her face. 

"Mr. Robinson, you can't get out of work just by fucking me."

"What? So far it's worked. I mean that just bought me an hour." She looked at the watch on his arm and gasped. 

"Will!" He laughed at her as she scurried around and threw on her clothes, throwing his at him as he deliberately took his time putting on his. She stepped forward and with a strong stroke asked, "Do you want to get some tonight?" and when he nodded, "Then hurry up." 

It was her turn to laugh as he threw on his clothes, threw the blankets in the back and opened the door for her before speeding off towards home. 

Logan got out of the car and quickly ran for the front door, only to have it opened before she got there by a very angry looking Jacob. 

"I swear," he started, walking towards Will who turned white as a sheet. Logan smacked the back of Jacob's head.

"Stop it. Leave him out of it, if you have something to say about the way I've been conducting myself then you speak to me. But do not utter one word of anger to the child." Jacob turned and Logan could tell that he was seeing red as he went towards her and backed her against the house. 

"Tell him to go inside," Jacob commanded. 

"Will. In. Now."

"But—," he started. 

"Now!" she yelled, shooting him a glance of warning, one pleading with him and he understood that Jacob wouldn't harm a hair on her head. 

"Logan what the fuck are you doing?!" he screamed at her. She looked at him, a mix of anger, pitty and annoyance in her eyes. 

"Jacob don't even start that with me! I can do whatever the hell I want!"

"Look damn it! You've led a relatively sheltered life here and I'll be damned if I watch you throw your life away on the first guy that can't keep his hands off of you and proclaims his undying love to you just to get you in bed."

"He's not like that."

"Lo, just yesterday I feel like I was 19 and trust me, I know what goes through the mind of a nineteen year old boy, and I promise it's not thoughts of love. Boys will be boys and boys will do whatever they can to get a girl." She shook her head at him.

"You don't even know him."

"God, Logan, and you do?" she nodded. He loves me, she thought, and that's all I need to know. 

"Where the fuck were you last night? Do you have any idea how much sleep I got? None! I've been up all night watching that door, waiting for you to come laughing in with him." She just looked at him. "God, you're ruined." 

"That," she said, trying to push by him, "Was unnecessary."

"I disagree. First boy comes along and you give it up to him just like that," he snapped his fingers. "And that is nothing that you can ever get back, I just hope you're happy and pleased with yourself for doing it."

"I am," she spoke, her voice steady as she tried to get him to see it as she did, "I couldn't be happier or more positive in my decision that he was the right one. I have no regrets." 

"Let's try and keep it that way," he said, stepping back to go into the house. "At least tell me you were smart enough to protect yourself." She must have looked either shocked or horrified or both, because he just shook his head, "God, Logan. He's really got you." 

She sat down on the step and soon heard the door open and Will came out to sit behind her. She sat there, dumbfounded. It had been about two weeks since her period ended. That would put these few days as the perfect time for creating a child. Three times in about twelve hours, she thought to herself, those odds are stacking against me.



Logan Ch. 05



No more than a day had gone by since that night then the town car pulled into the driveway again. Will saw it first and went downstairs, sighing to himself as Logan slipped out the door to meet Jack half way. Will sat by the window, watching the scene. 

"Jack, get back in your car and leave."

"Logan, stop being unreasonable," he said, approaching her as he took her hand in his and kissed it. They were so close then that Will couldn't make out what they were saying. After exchanging many words, some that obviously surprised Logan, they separated, both of them nodding as Jack walked back to his car. 

"Tonight, six on the dot," he heard Jack say as Logan just nodded as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek. She entered her house and let out a quick laugh.

"What just happened?" Will asked as she entered the room.

"He said I have to go out with him once and then he'll never bother asking me out again. Stay up for me? I have something really important that I need to tell you." 

He nodded and she smiled, giving him an excited and lustful kiss. Jacob walked in and cleared his throat. 

"Get a room you two. Lo, Andrew's got a question about which wall to break down next."

Logan was standing, watching the men work when she felt Will's arms come around her waist and leaned back against him.

"I could stay like this forever," she whispered.

"I could too," he said, kissing the top of her head. "I just found something for you in the bottom of my cracker jacks," he said, laughing as he held both of his hands in front of her. "Pick one," he whispered in her ear. She tapped his right hand which opened to reveal nothing. "Oops, I guess no prize for you," he teased, pulling his left hand away. She caught it and tried prying his fingers open and when she couldn't she gently bit his hand. 

"Alright, alright," he said, kissing her cheek. His hand opened and there was a plastic silver ring with a fake jewel in the middle. She laughed and slipped it on her fingers, testing them out until it fit on her left ring finger. She raised her eyebrow. "It's a sign," he mocked and she giggled. "Call it a ring before a ring." She looked up at him then, surprised, studying his gaze as he bent to kiss her. "I love you," he whispered in her ear and she pulled back, looking down at her feet. No no no no no, she thought to herself, don't ruin it, I'm going to tell you tonight. So she just nodded, not wanting to ruin her plan involving a tub and candles and rose petals and one large bed. 

"Tonight," she said, looking up at him and smiling. He just nodded and she could tell that he was hurt. I said tonight, she thought to herself, don't you understand that that means I'm going to tell you I love you tonight? 

She kissed him again and turned, going up the stairs and into her room, leaving him at the bottom. 

That night Logan was still in the shower at six when Jack rang the doorbell. Jacob and most of the others had left for the night, going clubbing. 

"Oh yes," Jack said as he pushed past Will and stepped into the house, disdain in his voice, "I remember you. You're the one that incited her to hit me."

"I did not—," Will started.

"Come on now. Do you really think that you and she would ever seriously stay together? There's nothing that you can give her that she doesn't already have. You have nothing to offer her. And have you seen her? She's gorgeous, why would she settle for someone as mediocre as you? A boy that's just dropped out of college? Come now, be reasonable, you have no future, no where to go and she still has the world ahead of her.

"Now you recall when I came by earlier?" Will nodded. "Good, well then you remember how happy she was when she came in. It's because I just told her that our wedding announcement is to be in the paper tomorrow morning."

"But she said that you were taking her out and that this was the last time you would ever ask her out on a date."

"Of course, why would I ask my wife or fiancé out on a date when they're already mine? I won't have to ask then, I'll just have to arrange a time." Will just stared, his heart beating in his chest and turned, leaving. "I don't mean to be a party-pooper or anything, but I just thought that you would need a heads up so you can decide just how long you wanted to stay here having to look at my wife with my ring on her finger." 

Will shook his head, tears coming to his eyes as he went into his room and locked the door. Fifteen minutes went by, his tears falling silently and he heard Logan knocking on his door.

"Will?"

"What?"

"I just wanted to come in and say goodbye."

"I'm not feeling well."

"Okay, well I'll see you later tonight then. I really have something very important to tell you." He let out a quick sob and nodded to himself. Oh, you're getting married? Well that's great, really fucking great. 

He heard Logan descend the stairs and moments later heard the car leaving. He quickly threw everything he had, which wasn't much, back into his bag and after scribbling a quick note was running out the door like he couldn't leave fast enough. 

Logan got home that night around ten and came running in the house, seeing Jacob sitting on the sofa.

"Do you know where Will is?" she asked him, and after only having met his blank stare she ran up to his room. It was empty. She pulled open all the drawers and found them empty, flinging them to the ground as rage and just an overwhelming sense of fear hit her. How long had he been gone? Why did he go? She saw a note on his pillow and went to it, lying down in his bed, his scent still lingering.

Dear Ms. Harth, I'm sorry to inform you that I can no longer work here in your presence. Have a nice life, Will

I don't understand, she thought to herself, shaking her head, he said he loved me. I was going to tell him I loved him tonight. Why did he run just like this? There was a soft knock on the door and without answering, Jacob walked in. 

"Hey, Lo," he said, pulling her onto his lap as the tears streamed. 

"Did you see him go?"

"You think I would have let him leave without telling you goodbye first?"

"I don't understand."

"He's nineteen, Lo."

"I know. You were… right." Jacob cradled her. "It's just so uncharacteristic of him to do something like this. I just don't understand."

"Don't think too much on it, hormones and lust, darlin'."

"But he said he loved me."

"Boys lie," he said, kissing the top of her head. 

"All of them?"

"Just the nasty ones," he said, laying down with her and pulling her to him. Soon he was asleep but she couldn't, so she got up and went out on the beach, walking up and down it until well into the next day.

"Logan!" she heard Jacob calling her and kept walking. "Logan please come in, you have to eat sometime."

"I'm not hungry," she said in a monotone voice.

"Please?"

"Jacob what do you think about opening up a restaurant? I mean, what do you think about me opening a restaurant?"

"I think you'd have to start eating before you could open one."

"No really, I think I will," she said, nodding, "Open a restaurant that is," she teased and he threw her over his shoulder, carrying her into the house. As he sat her down she looked around at all the faces of those she had come to know so well. Know and love, but I loved him more than anything on this earth, she thought to herself and the tears threatened. 

Their looks were full of pity and understanding of how much the first heartbreak hurts. She ate quickly, barely feeling or tasting the food on her tongue, well aware of the stares of those around her, aware that they lowered their voices, scared to break the silence that seemed to follow her everywhere. 

She stood and cleaned her plate off in the sink and as her hands dipped into the soapy water to begin washing the dishes she felt Jacobs arms come around her and hold her. As she glanced quickly down at her Cracker Jack ring that he had given her while holding her like this, something inside her snapped and the tears wouldn't stop, her spasms wouldn't stop and she could vaguely hear herself screaming as she threw plate after plate on the ground. She barely felt herself kicking and lashing out as Jacob carried her into the living room and forced her against him, holding her tightly. Soon her hitting stopped and then she clutched to him as if she was drowning. 

"It hurts so much," she whispered in Jacob's ear as he held her.

"I know, darlin', I know. Just let it all out, I'm here for you." 

"No," she said, after a while, standing and straightening her skirt as she wiped her tears, "I have a business to run and I'll be damned if anything is going to stop that from happening." Jacob just sighed and nodded. He had been afraid that this would happen. Something in Logan had changed now; she didn't hold the innocence about her anymore. Now there was just a large wall all around her. Her eyes no longer shined with joy and happiness, they were dull and unforgiving, as if a light had been turned off. "I cannot break down in front of anyone ever again, it is the biggest sign of weakness." Jacob's heart broke for her at those last words as she strode out of the room. If I ever see that sorry son of a bitch again…Jacob thought. 

The weeks flew by into months and Logan kept her plan on opening a restaurant, wanting live music and just a generally laid back atmosphere. She had been glad to see the cold months come, being able to bundle up so that no one would notice her weight change. The building went up when she was a month and a half pregnant and was finished by the time she was three months pregnant. She hadn't told anyone. 

She started painting and kept more to herself, not actually helping in the physical labor like she used to. Now she just took care of the business part, painting in her spare time and listening to the cd he had left behind for her. There were only three songs on them. He had recorded them himself and had written them for her. I always wanted to be a muse, she thought, smiling to herself. But why did he go? Her question continued to go unanswered. 

An art competition was coming up, and she threw herself into her painting, not even allowing Jacob to see what it was of until she had entered it. She had gotten the letter that she had won and that there would be an unveiling of her work at the museum down by the capitol in two weeks. She smiled softly to herself. Maybe he'll see it. Maybe then he'll come home. No doubt about it, she was a hopeless romantic. 

She had given everyone the day off and the option of going with her. Most people took the day off and chose not to go but just to enjoy the day, congratulating her. In the end only Jacob went with her. He could feel her shaking as he held her hand tightly. The curtain was pulled up and the generally consensus was shown in a loud gasp. It was of Will, playing the guitar. She could remember it like it was yesterday. 

He had spent the night in her room and when they had woken up the next morning he had finally agreed to play the guitar for her. The light had just come through the curtain, bathing him in the light, making him look like a god, the breeze gently swaying his dark curly hair. She had painted it like she had seen it. He was sitting on the corner of the bed, wearing nothing but a guitar, the world around him blurry as he looked up gently beneath those curls of his that she loved to run her fingers through, a gentle, loving curl on his lips. 

Shocked was an understatement for how Jacob felt. But of course she still loved him, he thought, but the love in that painting far transcends any other love on this earth, he thought to himself as she approached the stage, took the money and gave it to the orphanage, shaking the mayor's hand before quickly walking to the car. She got in, Jacob close behind her. She just sat there, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the steering wheel. 

"I'm so sorry, Lo," he finally said, looking at her and she turned, smiling at him gently as he saw the tears in her eyes. He hadn't seen her cry since that afternoon. 

"For what?"

"I never should have doubted you two."

"Don't be silly, it wasn't your fault."

"But maybe if I hadn't yelled at him or at you then he would have felt more welcome and he would have stayed."

"Jacob, it wasn't your fault. Something changed him. He's not the same person as in that painting, because if he was he would be here." He'd be here, and he'd know he's having a child, she thought to herself as they turned out onto the main road. 

Two weeks later a letter came in the mail addressed to Mrs. Logan Languest. She took the message from the mailbox and frowned at it, opening it.

Hey El,

I hope you're enjoying your life with Jack. I told you not to give in but obviously you never took to well to listening to my advice. I just wanted to wish the two of you well in your life together. These past months have been harder for me than you could ever imagine. I still love you. I always will, I suppose. I don't want to break up your marriage with Jack, especially if you're happy with him. 

I just wanted to wish you well in your life with him and to say thank you for portraying me so generously in the painting that you did. You made me look larger than life. I'm sorry I had to run away like I did that night, but when Jack told me that night when he came to pick you up that the two of you were finally getting married, I almost didn't believe him. That was, I didn't believe him until you told me that you had something really important to tell me. Silly me, for a while I thought you were going to tell me that you loved me back. 

That was selfish of me to ever think that and I understand now that you couldn't. I'm just not in your league. But I hope that you're having a wonderful life with the man you picked, you have my best wishes. 

Love always and forever, Will. 

She stared down, reading and rereading the letter over and over until she had it almost memorized. She stared walking towards the house, a hand absentmindedly stroking her now swelling belly, the note in her hand as she smiled to herself. 

"Jacob!" she called, throwing the front door open, "read this! Jack! That little fucker made him leave and he still loves me and I have to find him and—," Jacob cut her off. 

"Lo, baby, slow down. What are you talking about?" She reached out, handing him the letter, and as he took it she felt a searing pain rip through her stomach as everything went from bright white to black. 

SIX 

The moment she woke up she knew the baby wasn't with her anymore. The nurse came in and saw her awake. 

"You have two male visitors out there, they've been here since yesterday morning, would you like me to send them in? Or just one and then another?"

"Send them both in." Logan thought, sighing. She expected Jacob, but whom else? It doesn't matter, she thought, nothing matters anymore. 

They entered the room, Jacob before Will and saw her lying on her side, facing away from them. At the sight of her looking so frail and broken, even from the back, Will's heart broke. He quickly pushed pass Jacob and climbed onto the bed, pulling her to him gently as tears started streaming from his eyes. Logan felt his arms. No, she thought, no, it's not. She knew his touch and his smell anywhere. She turned and let out a startled cry before wrapping her arms around him. 

Jacob turned and left the room, feeling that he was seeing something he was never meant to see. 

"Oh my little angel," Will said, stroking the tears from her eyes as his own continued to come. 

"Will… I…" 

"Shhh," he said, rocking her, "Jacob told me everything about you and Jack." 

"I would have followed you," she spoke, her voice shaking, "But I thought you didn't want me." His fingers entwined in hers and he smiled to himself, seeing the cracker jack ring still on her finger. He twirled it around. 

"I know, El. And I'm so sorry. I was such a coward I shouldn't have run."

"I would have done the same thing if I had been in your position, darling," she said, sighing as she sank into his embrace. 

"I love you," she said, turning to face him and look him in the eye. "I love you. That's what I was going to tell you that night. I didn't know that my wedding announcement was coming out the next day. I love you. I love you." She couldn't say it enough and he just smiled at her, kissing her. Oh how he had missed her taste.

"I love you too, El." 

"I should have told you…" she started, and he felt her tense beneath him as she rolled back onto her side, wrapping his arms around her, his fingers in hers. "I should have told you when I found out I was pregnant. You deserved to know that much." 

"I know. But you can't go back and change that now." She nodded and sighed as she felt him trembling behind her. 

"I love you." He laughed gently behind her. 

"I love you too, sweetheart." 

"I love you." 

"Jacob—," Will thought, suddenly turning. Jacob had left the room. "He's the one that called me. He's been here longer than I have." Logan sat up and crossed her legs, pulling the blankets up around her as she shivered. 

"Will you go get him for me?" Will nodded and left the room. Jacob entered the room alone and Logan frowned to herself, afraid to let Will out of her sight again. Jacob laughed, as if having read her mind.

"Don't worry, he's right outside. I asked him if he wanted to come in but he said no." She nodded. "Come here, Lo," he said, sitting on the edge of her bed and holding out his arms to her. She crawled over to him let him rock her as she cried again. 

"You never told me," Jacob said, sounding hurt, "you never told me you were heavy with child." She sobbed.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I should have but I couldn't. I couldn't stand that you were right. I couldn't stand the thought of you not accepting this child and only seeing it as a bastard." Jacob rocked her.

"Lo, I will always, always be here for you. I would go to the ends of the earth to protect you from any kind of hurt like this."

"I know," she said, nodding. "But I'm still sorry."

"It's okay, honey, you can't take that back now. But when the next one comes around you better tell me first!" She laughed and pulled away, smacking him gently on the shoulder. 

"And what makes you so sure that there's going to be others?"

"Come on, Lo. You love him. He loves you. It's only a matter of time." Logan smiled to herself and allowed herself to feel warm and happy again, allowed love back into her heart. It is only a matter of time, she thought.



Logan Ch. 06



Jack's jaw clenched as he drove by and witnessed Will helping Logan out of the passenger side of the car. They were laughing as if nothing had ever happened. All my careful planning, Jack thought, bitterly shaking his head, all my planning gone to waste. What pains he had taken in making sure that if he couldn't have Logan, than no one could, all that energy had been, apparently, in vain. How carefully I had driven that street-rat off. He doesn't deserve her. I do. 

"Johnson," Jack said, leaning forward so the butler could hear him, "when we arrive home I'd like it very much if you'd ring my brother up for me, tell him I require his skill of trade."

"Sir, I thought your brother was in jail."

"Don't be silly, Johnson, you know I've got connections with the law. So why in God's name would I allow my own flesh and blood to rot in some filthy cell? Nonsense," Jack scoffed. 

"Yes, sir," Johnson said, reigning in his temper as they pulled into the driveway of the three story mansion that bordered on the size of a complex.

**********

Logan laughed, running along the beach as Will came up behind her and threw her over his shoulder as he jumped into the water. She squealed and came up sputtering. She jumped on his head and dunked him under, well aware that he let her dunk him. He came up laughing.

"I missed you," he said, kissing her as he picked her up and spun around. She shrieked into his mouth as they fell into the water once more. He could feel her laughing in his arms underwater as they resurfaced. 

"And you've got a funny way of showing it," she said, laughing as she ran away from him up to the beach.

Jacob watched the two of them from the window, wondering what his problem had been in the first place. If I had only let them be, he couldn't help thinking. If I had only let them be then they'd be the two happiest parents on the face of this earth. 

**********

That night Will took Logan out to dinner.

"Tell me where we're going!" she protested as they left the house and locked the door. Logan barely even noticed that everyone had already left for the day despite that it was only five and they generally stayed around until seven. "Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" she said, jumping up and down like a three year old.

"No," Will chuckled as he pulled the blindfold out from his back pocket and tied it around her eyes. Logan groaned but the huge smile never left her place.

"I despise you, Mr. Katarin." 

"Well, sucks for me," he said, guiding her into the seat and buckling her in, "Because I sure love you," he kissed her gently. Her hand instinctively went up as her fingers gently played in his hair. A half groan, half contented sigh left his lips as he gently pulled away. 

"Fine," Logan said, licking her lips, "You never let me have any fun." Will laughed.

"We'll talk fun later tonight." 

Twenty minutes later and enough turns that Logan had no idea where they had ended up, Will cut the engine.

"Alright, beautiful, we're here, but no looking just yet. I want to surprise you." 

"Okay," Logan said, "But hurry, I really need to use the little girl's room." Will chuckled as he helped her out of the seat and shut and locked the door.

"Watch your step," Will said and laughed when she hit his shoulder.

"Funny, Will." 

"I meant, step up." He led her up a short set of stairs, down what sounded like a long porch to Logan and finally she heard a door being pushed opened as he tugged her along inside. 

"Now?" Logan asked, reaching for her blindfold.

"Now," Will said, stepping behind her, his hands on her waist as she removed the blindfold. Logan gasped. They were in a large, large open room with sawdust on the floor. There was one intimate table that had candles already lit and dinner set out. 

"Where are we?" she asked, trying to squint through the dark. 

"Come look," Will said, pulling her back outside and down the porch so that she could see the front of what looked like an abandoned ware-house. There was a large sign that said Lonnie's. Tears stung Logan's eyes. She was going to name her baby Alana and call her Lonnie for short as a cute nick-name. 

"Will..." she said, turning and holding onto him with a surprising ferocity. He just held her close as she let the tears fall. "Thank you," she said, pulling away enough to trace the strong outline of his jaw, "You have no idea what you just did for me." 

"Jacob said that after I left you wanted to open a restaurant. I was thinking that this might be a good place to start." Logan hugged him tighter. 

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," she whispered in his ear as she kissed his lobe. 

"Come on back inside and eat so you'll be strong enough to carry the next one that comes along," Will said, kissing her once and sighing into her mouth. Will held the door open for her and she started walking towards the table. He flicked on the lights and Logan screamed. 

"SURPRISE!!" everyone yelled. Logan looked around and saw everyone that she had grown to care about. 

"Happy twenty-first birthday," Will whispered in her ear as he planted a tiara on her head. She laughed as Jacob grabbed her and started to twirl her around as the band played. 

"So how's he treating you?" Jacob asked and Logan let out a long groan, "Kidding, Lo, kidding." 

"Good," she said, kissing his cheek softly, "You're like the dad I never had." 

"I suppose I am old enough to be your dad," he said, thoughtfully.

"Yeah if you had had me when you were like... eighteen." 

"Like I said, I could have been your dad," Jacob said laughing, "Are you having a good birthday?"

"I am now!" Logan explained, "Will really had me convinced that he'd completely forgotten about it. No flowers, no nothing this morning and when he said we were going to dinner he said it was just because." 

"He's a good liar," Jacob said and then wished he could take those words back, "But he's never honestly lied to you before." 

"I know," Logan said, looking up into his eyes, "And nothing will ever change that. No Jack," she said shaking her head, "Will ever come between Will and me again." 

"No Jack and no Jacob, right?" 

"Jacob, –"

"No," he said, shaking his head, "I hate myself for it every day, but that doesn't change that I scared him off."

"You didn't make him leave."

"Well I most certainly didn't make him feel welcomed around here, now did I?" 

"I didn't make him stay. Now by your standards that should put me at just as much fault as it puts you." 

"Lo, don't you blame yourself, not even for one second." 

"His action, his responsibility," Logan said, "end of discussion." 

"Alright, you win," Jacob said, sighing. 

"She usually does," Will said as he approached, "May I cut in?" Jacob stepped aside.

"Of course," he bowed respectively as he walked off. Will took Logan's hand and kissed each knuckle gently. The rest of the world melted away and they were in their own little trance until a fellow dancer bumped into Will and he laughed, stumbling into Logan's arms. 

"Will," she said, kissing his neck as she rested her head on his shoulder, "Thank you. You gave me the greatest gift I could have ever asked for."

"I'm not finished yet," he said, kissing her gently as he stopped dancing in the middle of the floor and got down on one knee. Logan gasped. "El, you are easily the most important, integral part of my life and you have been ever since I yelled at you for littering on the beach," Logan laughed, tears stinging at her eyes as she bit her lower lip, now way is this happening to me, "Since the first time that I ever spent alone with you, I knew that you were the only person that could complete me and make me feel whole. I can't see anyone else in my life besides you. I want a life with you, I want a home with you. I want children with you. I want to be there with you through it all. Logan, will you give me the honor of becoming my wife?" 

Logan nodded, tears streaming down her face as Will slid a real diamond above the cracker-jack box one. He stood, his arms wrapped around her, lifting her off the ground as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. They shared the most gentle and loving kiss either had experienced. 

The room roared as people cheered and the delighted couple looked around, surprised, both having forgotten everything else in the world besides each other. 

"I love you," Logan whispered in his ear, "I'm glad that you're mine," Will smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose, "I live only to be yours." 

*********

The next morning they set off again and began preparations on getting the restaurant set up. They laughed, hand in hand, as they walked up and around the circling board walk of the restaurant. Will gave a puzzled look as he noticed mail sitting in the mailbox. 

"That's strange. I wonder if we're already getting spam mail," he said, pulling the letter from the box. Logan could tell by the look on his face as he read the address that something was off. He handed the letter to Logan and walked away. She looked down at who it was addressed to, 'Mrs. Logan Languest'. 

"Will!" she called to him and he turned around, looking puzzled, dazed and hurt. 

"Is that some kind of sick joke, El?" 

"You think I did it?" 

"Well who else knew about your letter?" 

"Jacob's the only one that—," 

"And this is his way of saying he still doesn't like me?" 

"No, Will, he does, I know he does." 

"Well then who the fuck wrote that?" he almost screamed, unbelieving.

"I don't know it's not that big of a..." she trailed off, biting her tongue. It was a big deal. 

"Big of a deal? You're right. It's only that concept and that idea that made me run in the first place. If I had stayed we'd have a family, El! He fucking took my child from me! It is a fucking big deal." Logan shook her head as the tears fell. 

"She was my child before you even knew about her! YOU didn't spend five months and 16 days with her! YOU ran away!" she said, shaking her head, crying as the next words stung at her heart, "Maybe we shouldn't..." Will shook his head violently.

"Don't say it, El. Don't you dare say it," he said, shaking. 

"Get..." she sobbed. 

"Please!" Will cried as he bent over in agony, pulling at his hair, "Don't!" She could tell he was crying, and hard. It broke her heart and she pulled him to her. He let himself be rocked, he let her sit on the bench and hold him. He felt so big and awkward in her arms, but at the same time felt so safe. He sighed.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"No, you shouldn't have," she said, kissing the top of his head, "But I understand."

"It hurt so much when Jack sent me ya'lls wedding announcement. And then actually having to write out that name, it literally sickened me. I never wanted to see that name again." 

"We never had an announcement..." Logan trailed off, it dawning on her as to what extent Jack had gone, "That bastard." 

Logan's hands were trembling as she opened the letter. 

Hello Darling,

You've once again gone against both mine and your father's wishes. When will you learn? I forbid you to marry Will. Don't make me do anything too drastic, Logan. You do remember my brother, Kyle, don't you? He's back in town. Perhaps I'll send him over so you two can... catch up on lost times. I've told him about Will and he just cannot wait to meet the man of your affection. 

He can show you his tricks of trade; they're absolutely to die for.

Sincerely,

Jack

Logan shook her head. "I don't believe him." 

"What?" She read the letter to him out loud.

"Who's his brother?"

"Kyle, he's supposed to be in jail right now."

"Why was Jack's brother in jail?"

"For murder." Will blinked at her, disbelieving... surely he hadn't heard her correctly.

"For what?" he asked again.

"Murder," Logan said, her whisper softer than before.

"Who'd he kill?" Logan looked at him, biting her lower lip as a tear trailed down her cheek.

"Once Jack knew I was going to finish high school he dated... for those two years. There was this girl, and she wouldn't give him the time of day," she said, shrugging.

"Sounds familiar," Will said, kissing her hand, their fingers entwined. 

"Jack had Kyle kill that girl's boyfriend." Will stopped cold. "Kyle was sentenced to life in prison." 

"So why is he out?"

"There are a lot of corrupt people in this world, Will, a lot of officials that would gladly turn the other cheek for a couple of million."

"Unbelievable," Will said, getting the chills. 

"Let's go home," Logan said, standing up in a trance-like state, "I have some calls that I need to make."

"Sure," Will said, opening the door for her, absorbing her words. 

As soon as they got home Logan walked into Jacob's room and shut the door. Will thought it best to just go sit in his room and wait for her to approach him.

******

Jacob quickly got off the phone as he looked out his window and saw the look on Logan's face as she walked up the steps and into the house. He met her at his door.

"What's the matter, Lo?" he asked, instinctively pulling her to him. She was tense. He released her; it wasn't his job to hold her anymore. It was Will's.

"Jack, he—," Jacob stopped her.

"Why don't you talk this through with Will?" 

"Because he couldn't help," she said, shaking her head.

"I think he could."

"Look Jacob, I only want your fucking advice, I'll go to Will for comfort." Jacob sighed, relaxing. Things were still okay between her and Will.

"Okay, what about Jack?" Logan pulled the letter from her pocket and handed it to Jacob, pacing the room as he read it through twice. "Holy shit, Lo."

"I know," she said, looking up at him as she started to cry again, "If I lose him again, Jacob... if I lose him for good..." 

"You won't," Jacob assured her, the deepness and honest stubbornness in his voice sent a shiver up her spine, "I'll make sure of that."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to call a company to come and set up a nice electric, black iron fence and cameras. I'll call a dog-trainer I know in Alabama and get him to send me his best six guard dogs: four to stay around the house, one to always be with you and the other to always be with Will." 

"Thank you, Jacob," He looked up at her and smiled. 

"Anything for you," he said, hugging her again as she turned and left the room. 

********

"Will?" she said, knocking softly on his door. She heard his shower running and smiled to herself as she entered his room. It had been a while since she had seen his room; they usually spent the night in hers. She noticed that he still had pages and pages of unused lyrics scattered beside his bed from when he'd wake up in the middle of the night, write them and then fall asleep. Her bed was beginning to look the same. 

She tiptoed into the bathroom, stripping her clothes along the way. She bit her bottom lip, staring at him through the glass as he let the spray pour over him, his eyes tightly shut as he stood under the spray, his hands running through his hair. She opened the door quietly as she could and gently kissed the middle of his sternum. She felt him jump but he didn't open his eyes, he just puller her to him, wrapping his arms around her.

"Lo," he whispered in her ear, nipping at her ear and neck, "What are you at getting into a shower with a man?" She let her hands run up and down his sides and chest. He kissed her gently, a more loving kiss than she'd ever experienced in her life, not one of lust but one of love, a wanting of that person completely, an acceptance.

"Mmm," she half moaned, half sighed into his mouth as she responded to him, "I was trying to get at something sort of like this." Her hands dropped lower and gave him a long stroke. He panted into her mouth, his eyes clouding with lust as he swept her off the smooth floor and pressed her against the marble siding. She gasped at the coolness of the smooth tile.

He tested her wetness and allowed a finger to dip into her. She moaned, her body arching into him. She responded to his touch so readily as he teased her entrance and traced circles around her clit.

"Please, Will," she whispered in his ear, kissing and sucking the wetness off of his neck. She sighed as their mouths met and his finger entered her, sweeping in and out of her with fast and long strokes. He moaned as her hands clutched at his back, her orgasm rising. His thumb found her clit and he massaged it savagely with a sudden eagerness. Her head fell back as she began panting. Knowing how sensitive her neck was, he attached his mouth to it, sucking it hard enough to know that he was going to leave a mark. She cried out loudly as she came, her voice echoing around the walls of the shower. 

As her climax began to decline he quickly slid her down onto his cock and her overly-sensitive pussy responded accordingly as she came again, shortly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began pushing herself up and down on him, bracing herself between him and the shower. She sighed, arching her back again as his mouth found her breast, sucking and dragging his teeth along her soft skin, gently biting her nipple. 

"God you're beautiful," he whispered in her ear, sucking on her neck again. She just moaned in response, her head falling back once more in pure lustful contentment. She pushed him away slightly, knowing that the strain was being put on him to hold her and she turned, her hands pressed against the wall. 

His hands ran roughly up and down her sides, massaging her flesh as he quickly slammed into her with so much force that she was pressed against the wall. She quickly regained her bearings and braced herself on the wall once more as he attacked her pussy. She groaned each time he bottomed out into her and soon found herself approaching another orgasm, this one stronger than the first. 

"Will," she panted in between pants and moans, "Fuck, Will. Fuck me." He groaned into her neck as he continued to impale her on his cock, gently biting her shoulder. "That's it, baby," she almost screamed, "Fuck me harder." Will complied and could feel the burn in his muscles as his cock began tightening. She screamed his name, pushing against the wall one last time as her pussy contracted around him and held him tight, and he lost it, pumping his load deep into her as he held her limp body against him. 

She stepped away from him with shaky legs and turned, a large smile plastered to her face. She saw his mischievous grin and cocked an eyebrow. He hugged her gently and she sighed, barely feeling the movement of his arm as he reached up and grabbed the detachable shower head, quickly moving it to position above her clit and pussy. She gasped and tried to push away from him, crying out. 

"No," she said, shaking her head, jumping with every pulse of the showerhead, "No no no, Will." He held one arm tightly around her waist, refusing to let her go. "Will!" she panted, practically hanging onto him as he legs gave way beneath her, "Too... ahh... soon," she grunted before letting out an animalistic growl as she came again. Will carried her lifeless body into the bedroom and laid down beside her, pulling the sheets up to cover them both. 

She soon regained consciousness and bit his nipple playfully, "you little bastard, you knew I'd pass out." 

"I had my assumptions, I just wanted to see if it would actually work," he said, kissing the top of her head as she curled up beside him, snuggling against him. 



Logan Ch. 07



Will woke the next morning and smiled, realizing that they were still tangled in each other's arms, Logan holding onto him tightly. He felt something cool on his chest and realized that she was crying.

"El," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. In response, she just huddled closer to his midsection and held him tighter, "What's the matter?" She shook her head, looking up at him. Her eyes were red from crying and Will felt his heart twinge. "Shh," he rocked her, kissing the top of her head, "don't cry, El. What's wrong? We can fix it; just tell me what's wrong." She shook her head, wiping her tears and sat up, looking him in the face.

"You," she said, tears falling silently as she traced the outline of his jaw before shaking her head, "I don't think I could lose you again." Will sighed with relief.

"Is that all?" he asked, kissing her collarbone. She blinked at him. "Baby girl, don't you worry yourself about me."

"I'm not just worried about you," she said, chewing her bottom lip as she looked up at him under her long lashes. 

"What do you mean?" he asked, pulling her into his lap and kissing her gently. 

"I mean," she said, struggling off his lap to look him in the face once more and taking a deep breath, "that I want our child to grow up with a father." It was Will's turn to just blink. 

"Do what?" 

"A baby, Will," she said, smiling at him apprehensively. A broad grin spread across his face and she giggled.

"That's my girl," he whispered as he rolled her onto her back and kissed her feverishly. She giggled as his hands teased her sides and stopped when his hands suddenly found and entwined with hers as he raised them above her head, sliding all the way into her in one stroke. She gasped and then sighed, content as she wrapped her legs around him, her hips meeting his. "You mean it?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yeah," she said, a shiver running up her spine as he kissed and licked her neck and shoulders.

"Have I ever told you how much I want a family?" he said as his mouth attached to hers, his tongue dipping into her mouth and she moaned. She barely felt her orgasm approaching and it was suddenly upon her, crashing over her as she writhed beneath him, biting on his shoulder to stifle her cry. As she clenched around him he went over the top and collapsed on her. 

"Just for good measure," he whispered in her ear as he pulled her gently to his side. She sleepily licked the salty sweat from his side. "Hey El?" he whispered in her ear as she was drifting off to sleep.

"Yeah, Will?" 

"I love you." 

"Love you too," she whispered, sighing and falling to sleep. 

*******

The dogs arrived the following week with a trainer and everyone spent a couple of days adjusting to the dogs and learning commands and such. That afternoon in the mail there was another letter addressed to Mrs. Logan Languest. 

"El!" Will called to her as she played fetch with her dog. 

"Yeah?" she said, jogging over to him.

"One," he said, holding the letter above her head as he pulled her to him and kissed her, "Are you sure you can run around like that?" 

"Of course I can, the more active I am the healthier the baby."

"Well then in that case we're going on a five mile run in T-minus ten minutes," Will teased.

"Okay not that active," she rolled her eyes, "And any who, we shouldn't really spread this around…" 

"You kiddin, El? I'm telling the world!" he whispered in her ear before pulling away slightly. "We're having a baby!!" he screamed in the front yard, "Did you hear that?!" Logan pounced him and he fell to the ground. "What's the big idea?"

"The doctor said there's a good chance that this one won't make it since I just lost the other one three months ago," she said, shrugging as she straddled his hips. 

"Oh," he said, frowning. 

"Most miscarriages happen in the first trimester which is why we should wait a while before we yell it to the whole frickin world," she teased, kissing his nose. He nipped playfully at her face before catching her mouth with his. It wasn't until she moaned into his mouth and his hands were up her shirt that she remembered where they were. 

"Will," she breathed heavily into his mouth, "Not here."

"Nonsense," he said, looking around, his eyes sparkling as he panted, "no one's watching." 

"Will!" she squealed as he rolled on top of her and slid her skirt up, still looking around mischievously. She shoved him off and stood, sprinting away from him. "Barkley, heel!" she yelled to her dog standing by the gate. He came sprinting over to her and attached at her side. "Barkley, guard," she said, turning on her heel and stopping. Will almost collided with her but didn't have enough time before Barkley, Logan's guard dog, jumped him and pinned him flat on the ground. Will gasped for breath as the dog knocked it out of him. 

Soon Logan was standing over him, her hands on her hips. "That's what I thought," she giggled, walking away as she called Barkley to her once more. 

Will felt himself start to drool as he watched the mesmerizing sway of her hips. He leapt up after her and pulled her into the house and off to the right, into her study, sweeping things off the desk with one arm while kicking the door closed with his leg. He pinned her between him and the desk. 

"Will!" she blushed.

"Who's going to save you now, little one?" he teased, hiking her skirt up above her waste and perching her down on the side of the desk. 

"Will, what are you—?" she gasped suddenly as he pulled down her underwear and licked her whole length, pulling and tugging gently on her outer lips before dipping his tongue inside her. "Oh," she sighed, laying back on the desk and wrapping her hands around the sides, spreading her legs wider. He grinned at her wantonness and brought two fingers up to slip inside her while his tongue worked at her clit. Soon she was climaxing into his mouth. He held tight and then licked her clean when she was finished. 

"I know it was quick," he said, pulling her underwear back on for her, but I figured it would get the job done.

"Consider me satisfied," she said, standing to kiss him. Their tongues dueled for a few minutes and when Will became aware of his surroundings again he found that he was pressed against the wall and that Logan's hands were making quick work of undoing his pants and sliding them down. 

"El," he groaned as she knelt before him, "What—," her mouth silenced him as she licked up and down his shaft. He stared at the ceiling and tried concentrating on where the wall met the ceiling just to get his mind off of her mouth and keep from exploding right then. "Fuck, El," he managed as he let out his breath. 

Suddenly her mouth had engulfed him and her head was bobbing up and down, her teeth running ever so gently along his shaft on the way up, teasing him just enough to bring him closer. When she brought one hand up to stroke the part of him that wasn't in her mouth and the other hand began cupping his balls and squeezed them softly, he lost control. He clutched at the chair on one side of him and the wall on the other to keep from controlling her too much as he humped at her mouth, letting out an animalistic growl from deep within as she actually swallowed his cum.

She licked him clean just as he had done her and stood, looking unsure of herself and staring down at her feet, "Was that—?" she trailed off. He blinked a couple of times and then pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming before scooping her into his arms and pinning her against the wall, his mouth feverishly meeting hers.

"Amazing? Yes," Will answered, finally setting her down, "in fact, do that any better and I'm liable to die on spot."

"Well, we can't have that now can we?" she giggled, taking his hand as they left the room. 

Jacob's office was directly across the hall and when Logan noticed Jacob sitting at the desk, she blushed a deep shade of red. 

"Hey, Lo?" Jacob called to her and she stood uneasily at his door, looking at him expectantly, "Next time try to keep it down a little more." Will let out a hearty laugh as Logan grew extremely pale before turning every other shade of red. 

*******

"Oh!" Will exclaimed as they sat down at the kitchen table for lunch, "this was the whole reason I called you over in the first place," he said, handing her the envelope. Logan grew solemn as she read the name before sighing and opening the letter. 

Better watch out for your new love, Logan was all it said on the inside. Logan shivered and dropped the letter on the ground. Will looked down and shook his head with disgust, noticing the words were written in blood. 

Just then the doorbell rang and they both jumped a mile. Logan went to the door wondering who it was and noticed a pizza man. Who ordered pizza? She wondered, and why didn't anyone ask me what kind I wanted? She opened the door and tried slamming it when the man looked up. 

"Logan," the man said, stepping inside, "now is that really a way to greet an old friend and future potential lover?" he asked. She reached up, trying to slap him but he caught a hold of her wrist. "Tsk, tsk, you'll pay for that one later. When your little pets aren't around," he whispered in her ear. She didn't call Barkley in though, knew that there was no proof he had done anything wrong and he would easily sue her ass. 

"Who is it, El?" Will asked, turning the corner. The man released her and started laughing as if he had heard the funniest joke.

"Really, Logan, you chose this over my brother?" And the laughter started again. 

"Will, this is Kyle," she said, her voice sounding weaker than she meant it to. Kyle stuck his hand out to Will and Logan cried out, "don't!" but Kyle kept his hand up, as if it was a challenge. Finally Will took it. 

"Really, Logan," Kyle whispered in his ear as he hugged her, "you couldn't possibly think that I'd try something here."

"Don't touch her," Will said as he took Logan's hand and gently pulled her to him. 

"There will be plenty of time for me to touch when you're no longer around."

"I'm not going anywhere," Will said, sticking his chin out defiantly. 

"Really? Jack told me that you won a permanent vacation somewhere. And that you're never going to return, although it's not like you could if you wanted to," he said, laughing again. He turned and left then and both of them stood there, dumbfounded. 

"Who the fuck let him in the gate?" Logan yelled to the rest of the house. Jacob emerged from the door. 

"I'm sorry, Lo, that was me." 

"What the fuck were you thinking?" she asked, livid. 

"I was in the other room recording his conversation," Jacob said, shrugging, "I figured he would either threaten you guys outright and then we could have him arrested again or that he would give us some hard evidence against him if something should ever happen." 

"That 'something that would happen' would be Will dying, Jacob," she said, "And then it would be too late and wouldn't really matter one way or another, would it?" 

"I'm sorry, Lo," he said, "I won't let him in again."

"And now he knows what you look like," Logan said softly as she turned and cupped Will's face in her hand, "my baby."

"Nothing's going to happen. I'm a big kid." Logan just nodded half-heartily.

"Let's go out tonight and celebrate family," Will whispered in her ear and she smiled, nodding. 

*********

Will stared at her across the candle lit table, sighing contently. She was his, always and forever. 

"So how long have you known about the baby?" Will asked, taking a sip of his wine. 

"Well I went into the doctor to get birth-control pills," Logan said, smiling at the irony, "and since I was sexually active I had to take a pregnancy test before I could get them. What do you know, it came back positive." Will laughed and smiled to himself. 

"Apparently my boys don't waste anytime in getting the job done." Logan rolled her eyes. 

"I waited so long to go in though because the church condemns birth control but then I thought, hell it condemns sex before marriage too. And also I didn't really worry because the doctor said it would be really hard for me to conceive again after such a 'traumatic incident' as the last one. He actually wasn't even sure that I would ever be able to have kids again," she said, looking down at the table. 

"Well I'm no doctor," Will teased, "But I'm thinking that you don't have any troubles."

"Thank you, captain obvious," Logan laughed. 

That night when they got home, Will led her upstairs and into her- their room. They took their time undressing and caressing each other, memorizing every detail of the other. They explored each others bodies and took note what nooks were most sensual to their lover. And then they made slow, corporeal love. 

**********

The months flew by the next thing he knew, Will was being shoved out the door for the girls to have a baby-shower while Jacob took him out for a night on the town. 

"You're a lucky man," Jacob said as they pulled out of the driveway.

"And don't I know it," Will said, sighing contently as Jacob pressed the button on the inside of the car to open the gate.

"Whatever happened to Kyle?" Will asked.

"I called the FBI on Jack. A couple of bad-cops got turned in and I guess that's it." 

"El's still worried," Will said, shaking his head, "And I can't say anything to make her stop worrying."

"You know girls," Jacob laughed.

"Hopefully this baby will take her mind off of it for a second," Will said, shrugging.

"This is Lo, Will… if anything I'm betting she'll worry even more what with the need to protect the child from Jack at all costs." 

Will sighed, "I think you're right." 

They went to a little pizza place in town and just hung out, ordered a couple of beers and played some pool. When they finally got around to looking at a clock they saw that it was already a little after midnight so they decided the girls had had enough fun and it was time to head home. 

Will felt his heart jerk as he entered their room and saw her laying peacefully in the bed on her side. They always left the door that led out to the balcony open and it was open now, the sheer curtains blowing slightly in the wind, the moon cascading an eerie light on her that made her look like something not of this world, something angelic. Will made quick work of his clothes and soon slipped into bed behind her, pulling her body against him. 

"Took you long enough," he heard Logan say, her voice deep and raspy form sleep, "I thought you were never going to get home." 

"Sorry, darlin," he whispered in her ear, capturing the earlobe in his mouth and nipping on it gently. Encouraged by the shiver that escaped her body, he rolled her onto her back as he positioned himself above her, sitting gently on her thighs as he dipped to kiss her. 

"Damn you," Logan said, pulling away for a second a smiling.

"What?" Will asked, concerned.

"Do you have any idea how long it took for Sasha to fall asleep? She wanted to wait up for daddy and after hours of kicking she finally decides she'll see you in the morning," Will grinned broadly, "And you've woken her up again," Logan said, taking his hand and positioning it on her swollen belly so he could feel. 

Will pulled Logan's shirt up above her stomach as she tried to pull it back down.

"Will—," she protested. 

"You're beautiful," he said, kissing her softly, "why won't you let me see you?" 

"The stretch marks…" 

"Probably aren't any worse than they were yesterday," he teased and she swatted at him playfully, "I'm kidding, love. They're beautiful."

"They're hideous," Logan said seriously, pulling her shirt down. He caught her wrists and stopped her.

"Look at me, El," he said quietly and she looked up at him beneath her lashes with the big blue eyes that made his heart melt. "You are beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful because it's you. I always thought stretch marks were gross until you had them, but now that you do they're absolutely perfect and I wouldn't have you any other way." 

"Swollen feet, too?" Logan smiled broadly.

"Especially your swollen feet," Will said, kissing her again as he exposed her stretched midsection.



Logan Ch. 08



"El, I'm not so sure this is a good idea," Will meekly protested as Logan climbed out of the car, waddling away, the sway of her hips still entirely too sensual considering she was into her seven month. She turned to look at him.

"Listen, Will, I'm going to do this one way or another, with or without you. I'd just rather you'd be here with me," the pleading look in her eyes made his heart lurch. She could get just about anything with that look.

"I just don't understand why you feel the need to resort to such measures."

"You've never seen what the man is capable of, Will, and I have." 

"And no one has seen him in months." 

"What? You actually think he's gone away? He's going to torment my life just like he has since I was twelve. It would be selfish of me to think that he won't torment the life of my child as well." They stared at each other for long moments, measuring each other and the options of their opponent. 

"Alright, fine, let's do it," Will said, shrugging and taking her hand in his as they walked into the shooting range. 

"Hey, Joey," Logan smiled, embracing a large man that had met them at the door, "This is Will."

"The infamous Will," Joey said, nodding as he shook Will's hand, "So very nice to finally meet you." He turned back to Logan as they entered the building and he soon went behind the counter. "Now I thought we'd start you out with this one. Not much kick, easy to handle, clean and load. Fairly light weight and impeccable aim. Haven't had one malfunction on me yet." 

Logan shrugged, looking slightly confused, "Sounds good to me, Joey." 

"Alright let's go try them out," Joey said, grabbing a second one from behind the counter and leading Logan and Will down a long hallway. They arrived at the door and could faintly hear guns going off. Joey grabbed three sets of ear-coverings and put one on, handing the other two to Logan and Will and motioning for them to do the same. 

For the next three hours they shot and Will and Logan worked on perfecting their aim. Will was slightly worried about the baby, thinking that something like this could upset it with all the loud noises but knew better than to say anything to Logan about it so kept his mouth shut. Through the whole three hours Logan had a set, determined, cold look on her face, and Will had one guess as to whom she was seeing as the target. 

They finally ran out of ammunition in the room and so Joey once again motioned for them to follow him. Once outside the room they removed the head-gear. 

"I certainly wouldn't want to cross you, little lady," Joey said, leading them out front again. Logan smiled gently, almost sorrowfully. For the next thirty minutes Joey went over how to clean and load the gun and not long after that, Will found himself once again following Logan outside as he carried a large bag that contained two heavy boxes which held the guns, an ostentatious- in his mind- amount of ammunition and targets. 

Will saw her shoulders tense slightly as she neared the car and increased her walking. He knew that look, even if it was from behind. He set the bag down and ran to catch up with her as she reached the door. 

"Hey," he whispered in her ear, his hand covering hers and pulling it from the handle. He turned her in his arms and leaned down to her so they could be face to face, "Shh darlin, what's the matter?" She started crying in earnest as she clung to his midsection. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and started rocking her. He couldn't quite make out what she was saying in between her sobs, the only words he caught were "Jack" and "baby" and "kill". 

"Hush," he whispered, kissing the top of her head, "Everything's going to be just fine. It's going to be alright." She looked up at him, fear in her eyes and confusion as she started pushing against him. 

"No!" she screamed as he tried to hold onto her, "Let go of me!" He released her and she fell against the side of the car, crumpling to a ball as she held herself, hiding her face in her knees. He sat beside her and pulled her into his lap, holding her against his chest. 

"No El," he said, stroking her hair and back, soothing her, "If you're going to cry you're going to do it in my arms."

"Everything's not going to be alright," she whispered, looking up at him, her eyes wet with tears. He took her head in his hands and wiped the tears on her cheeks away with his thumbs. 

"Why do you say that?" he asked, turning her so that she had to look at him, making her straddle his hips, her stomach sticking into his. 

"I'm so worried, Will," she said, biting her lower lip as she tried not to cry again. 

"Why, El?" he whispered. She dropped her head in her hands and cried again, shaking her head vigorously. "Why are you so worried?" he asked again. She looked up at him gently below her damp eyelashes, he cheeks once again wet with fresh tears. His hand cupped her cheek and she leaned against it, bringing her hand up on top of his. She closed her eyes once again and a single tear made its way down her cheek, making his hand wet. 

Taking a deep breath she looked at him, "Because I am not strong enough to go on in my life without you." His heart broke as she said that. 

"Nothing's going to happen to me," he tried to reassure her.

"But what if something does, Will? You're the only person I've ever been weak around. I need you in my life. If you're not there all of a sudden, then I couldn't exist."

"Yes, El, you could, you're stronger than that." 

"Will, it almost killed me the first time around, but I stayed on this earth because of my baby. Then I lost her too and lying in that hospital bed, I was ready to die—." 

"El—," Will started. 

"No, Will, I was ready to end my very life. I had nothing to live for. If I lose this baby too, I'll still have you. But if I lose you, I can't say that I'd stick around again for the baby." 

"I don't know what to say to that, El," Will sighed, defeated, "Maybe everything won't be alright. Maybe something will happen to me. But if something does, don't you dare do anything to flaw your existence, do you hear me? You stay on this earth and you be strong. You be strong for me and you be strong for our child. Promise me, El."

"No," she cried again, shaking her head.

"Promise me," Will insisted, "Promise me." Logan held up her left hand and twirled the ring on her finger. 

"You know what this says, Will? It says you're my other half, that I'm tied to you for the rest of eternity. I will not promise to stay here while you're on the other side of life waiting for me to get there." 

"El, you promise me right now. We have eternity together. Assume something does happen to me—you only have to wait fifty years and then we'll be together forever. You are stronger than this, El."

"Maybe I'm not, Will. Maybe I'm not the girl you fell in love with." 

"Don't you say that, El. Don't even start that. You are the same girl I fell in love with but you've matured. Life has made you grow up into this wonderful woman that I hold in my arms. If life makes you grow up again by taking me away, then so be it. You stay here and you be strong and you promise me this or I will not accept you at the end of that isle." Logan looked up at him, shocked. "I won't devote myself to you and promise to be yours forever until you promise me that if it comes down to it, you'll stay strong and keep your head on straight." Logan nodded, defeated.

"I promise, Will." Will sighed, relieved. 

"Thank you," he leaned down and kissed her softly, gently, more gently than a man should be able to kiss. A kiss of tender love. 

**************

Will woke up around four in the morning when he grew cold and realized the sheets beside him were empty. He gently rolled out of bed and tiptoed down stairs, seeing a light on in the kitchen and chuckling to himself. He slowly pushed open the swinging door and saw Logan sitting at the kitchen table, her back to him, feet propped up on the table, a bowl of grapes resting on her stomach as her head gently swayed to the music coming from her headphones. 

"Oh, Sasha," she said suddenly, pulling the headphones from her ears and placing them around her stomach, "this is mommy's favorite part." She popped a grape in her mouth and sang the next line of the song, not needing the music. "And only once you looked across a crowded room to see the way that light attaches to a girl." She pulled the headphones off, smiling as she patted her belly lovingly, "You're going to be beautiful. And some boy is going to fall so in love with you it'll make his head spin. I hope you get you daddy's hair and eyes—." 

"And your mother's figure," Will whispered in her ear as he snuck up behind he; she let out a gentle squeak as he let his mouth find hers, his tongue dragging along her lower lip gently before dipping into her eager mouth. Logan let out a little moan before she pulled away. 

"We didn't mean to wake daddy up, did we Sasha?"

"Daddy doesn't mind, he just missed his girls," he said, scooping Logan easily into his arms as she giggled before he sat down in a chair with her in his lap, propping Logan's legs back up on the table for her. His hands traveled up the outside of her thighs and up her stomach, gently massaging it. Logan let out a contented sigh and let her head fall back, exposing her neck. Taking advantage of that, Will nibbled at her ear before tracing the line of her jawbone with his tongue. He sucked gently on her neck and when her fingers made their way into his hair and pulled him closer, he sucked harder than he meant to and was rewarded with her moan of surprise and ecstasy.

Will's hands let themselves further up her shirt to cup her massive breasts gently, knowing how tender the tissue was. He rolled her nipples gently like he knew she liked and when she turned more so that their faces were inches apart, her breath hot on his skin, he let out a primitive growl before capturing her lips with his. He forcefully sucked on her tongue as she melted into his side, her fingers curling tighter into his hair. He let out another growl- this one of frustration- when the large elastic band of her underwear prohibited him from touching her. 

She gasped in surprised as she heard the unannounced rip of clothing and her underwear fell to the floor, the cool night breeze making her glisten. 

"Will, what if someone—?" she gasped again as his fingers dipped into her hot depth, toying with her clit. She jumped as a jolt of excitement shot through her body. It always surprised her, the skill and gentleness with which he brought her to the edge. She barely had time to see it coming before her back was arching. His fingers continued to dance in and out of her entrance, two middle fingers dipping in as his thumb would rim circles around her button. 

His name was barely across her lips in a wordless breath before her back arched further and she braced herself as she tumbled over the edge. Her eyes were still clouded and glazed over as he brushed the things on the table aside and set the bowl of grapes on the chair, spreading her legs wide again for him as he licked and nipped the inside of her thighs. She jumped with each lap and nibble, her senses heightened by her recent orgasm. It wasn't until he licked her full length one time that she let out a rough sigh. 

"Will, no." She cried out in a moan as he captured her clit between his lips and swirled around it with his tongue. She clutched the sides of the table and tried to hold on to dear life as he held her legs down so that she was sprawled eagle. He let one finger slowly rim her entrance and in almost no time she was arching again and this time a long cry escaped her throat before he had time to lean over her and capture her lips in a kiss, silencing her. 

"El!" he half scolded as he looked down at her, gently brushing her hair out of her face as he kissed her neck once more, "Don't yell like that or you'll wake the rest of the house up." 

"You're such a bastard," she teased, biting his shoulder before squealing and rolling out from underneath his grasp. He caught her half way across the kitchen and pinned her against the wall, grasping her writs in his hands as he dragged them above her head. He stepped closer to her and pressed his body against hers, his attraction obviously felt as it rested against her.

"It won't be long, little one, until we'll start making up for lost time." Logan stared at him beneath her lashes as she bit her lower lip, "And just where do you plan on hiding and running to then?" She continued to chew on the lower lip, and Will gazed at it intently before he pulled her closer to him and kissed her again. He freed her hands enough so that they could reach both of his and their fingers entwined as he lowered his hands. He flipped her hands over and placed them palm down on her stomach, entwining his fingers once again with hers as together they soothed their kicking child. 

Suddenly, Jacob burst into the kitchen, his hair awry, clad only in boxers and a tee shirt and in his hand a baseball bat. He panted heavily as he gazed at the two young lovers, surprise written across their faces. 

"What the fuck was that noise?" Jacob bellowed. Will cowered back slightly and Logan yelped. 

"I'm sorry, Jacob," Logan whispered, blushing a deep red, "That was me."

"What the fuck do you mean that was you? Where are you hurt? Is the baby okay?" he asked, dropping his bat gently as he quickly made his way across the room, reaching out for Logan who had strategically tucked herself behind Will. 

"No, Jacob," a mortified Logan insisted, pulling Will closer to her, "I'm fine. Promise." 

"Well what—?" Suddenly Jacob got it all and turned a white so pale it would make a ghost jealous before he turned and, grabbing his bat off the floor, he mumbled a slight 'oh' and left the kitchen. 

Logan groaned in embarrassment as she leaned her head against his shoulder. He laughed as he turned and encompassed her in his arms. 

"I told you to be quiet or else someone might wake up," Will spoke softly into her ear in a sing-song, I told you so, voice.

"Goodnight, Will," she said, stroking his length through his boxers before walking out of the kitchen. Will hissed at her as she smiled at him over her shoulder, leaving the room.

Will took a few minutes to clear his mind as he piled everything back up on the table. As he picked up the bowl of grapes he smiled to himself at the memory, knowing what an amazing mother Logan already was. 

***********

The next morning Logan woke up to the sound of strings slowly being strummed next to her and to the child kicking in her belly. 

"Will," she whispered excitedly, taking his hand and placing it where she was kicking, "Do you feel her?"

"Good morning, beautifuls," he said in response, first giving Logan a slight peck on the lips and then kissing her stomach. He fine-tuned his guitar before strumming a little more forcefully as he began the song. Logan recognized the opening chords.

"You little liar!" she squealed, shooting up in bed at the shock of the song.

"What?" he asked, grinning.

"When we first met you swore you never knew how to play this song!"

"I didn't."

"When'd you learn? I can't believe you've known it all this time and haven't been playing it."

"Don't whine, El. I heard you play it for Sasha last night so I stayed up and learned it." 

"I love you, you cheeky bastard." Will laughed.

"Long December and there's reason to believe, maybe this year will be better than the last..." 

"Hey Will?" Logan asked as he finished the song.

"Hey El?"

"Are you happy for the situation you're in now?" she asked, looking down at her hands.

"What?"

"I mean, we obviously didn't plan to have children this early. Hell, I don't even know if you ever intended on marrying me before you found out that Lonnie had died," she looked away as a tear made its way down her face.

"Oh baby girl," he said, scooping her up into his lap, "I had every intention of marrying you before I even knew you existed." She looked at him, puzzled. "I just mean that I always knew there was this girl out there for me and that when I found her, I would be complete. Kind of like I went around all this time looking for my other half without knowing it. But those few months that I had to spend apart from you, there was this gaping hole inside of me where you used to be and I knew I was incomplete and that there was only one person on the face of this earth that could change that." She stared at him for long seconds before blinking as a grin spread across her face.

"That's a very suave answer from you." 

"What can I say? I'm just that good." 

"Right," she teased, nodding, "Just keep telling yourself that." She squealed as he pinned her down on the bed and began tickling her. "Will!"

"Apologize, little one," he whispered in her ear, "And it will all be over." 

"Okay, okay," she started as he stopped his tickling, "I... keep my original statement," she said, rolling out from underneath him as she sprang to the other side of the room. 

"You're awfully agile for being pregnant," he commented as he climbed lazily off the bed, eyeing her with the eyes of a predator stalking his prey. She backed slowly into the bathroom and tried to slam the door but somehow he made it there in time and she screamed again as he pushed his way inside before locking and blocking the door. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" She held her hands up defensively. 

"Will, seriously, I need to shower so we can go in town and get the paint for Sasha's room." 

"You're right," he said, nodding as he turned to leave. As he did she turned and bent to turn on the shower and gasped when his hands slid up her shirt and cupped her large breasts. 

"Will..." 

"God, El, do you know what your voice does to me?" She looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes clouded with lust as she turned and backed him against the sink before pulling his mouth down to hers. Will let out a long moan into her mouth as she took the initiative and control and began pulling his shirt from his body. 

"Will," she spoke his name again, almost a plea, her voice husky. He practically growled as he turned and lifted her, sitting her up on the counter as he quickly did away with her shirt and attached his mouth to her breast. "Will!" she practically pushed him away as suddenly a warm liquid shot into his mouth. He pulled back, surprised before catching her eyes with his. They laughed as their shock was equally reflected. 

"We both should have seen that one coming," Will teased. Logan just cleared her throat before hopping down and pulling his boxers off in one swift motion before stepping out of her underwear. "I swear you heighten my senses," he moaned, pressing against her as he propped her up on the counter once again.

"I do," she teased into his mouth as her hand snaked between them to grab hold of his member. He hissed between his teeth at the innocence of her touch. He spread her legs and immediately dipped two fingers in, snaking them around into a hook as he vigorously rubbed her g-spot. She gasped in surprise again and pushed back away from his fingers only to run into the mirror. "What?" she panted, suddenly lost in the feeling, "What the fuck..." He laughed. 

"I've been saving this for a while." She let out a high-pitched, squeaky moan as he increased the force and speed. Suddenly she threw her arms around him and used that leverage to lift her self up slightly, just enough to be able to slide back onto his fingers. 

"Fuck, Will," she cried, "Don't stop." Putting an arm around her waist he lifted her off the counter and laid her on the bath-carpet on the ground, gaining better leverage for playing with her spot. She arched back again as he hands reached for anything to cling to before she screamed out, her muscles sucking his fingers in deeper, the soft squishy noise making its way to his ears. 




Logan Ch. 09



"Hey, El?" Will called into the bathroom as Logan was taking her time climbing out of the shower.

"Yeah?" 

"Do you think that maybe..." he paused as he stumbled over his words, "That you could go out with me... that we could go out tonight?" She laughed, opening the bathroom door and peering her head out to look at him. 

"Are you asking me out on a date, William?" 

"Maybe just a little one," he teased, kissing her forehead gently, "Don't let it go to your head." She punched him hard in the upper arm. 

"Don't be a jerk," she said, slamming the door in his face. 

"El!" he pounded on the door, "I was just kidding, El. I love you. Let me in." 

"No!" she cried back across the door. Damn hormones, she thought to herself as fresh tears sprang to her eyes.

"El! What can I say to make you open this door?"

"Nothing," she whispered back, "just leave me alone." 

"You're crying." It was more of a statement than question. 

"And it's your damn fault," she said, her voice breaking halfway through as she tried to contain a sob. She knew she was being ridiculous and getting upset over nothing, but that knowledge would not keep new tears from flowing.

"I swear by everything on this earth that I will break down this door if you don't let me in," he spoke calmly, annunciating. There was a long pause and he was about to speak again when he heard the lock slide out of place and she turned the knob gently, opening the door. She was looking at her feet and he could see fresh tears making their way down her face. He knelt in front of her and stared up into her bright blue eyes, wet with tears. 

"I'm sorry, El, I didn't mean it," he practically begged, hugging her around her midsection, and letting his head rest on her swollen stomach. 

"I know," she whispered gently, pulling him up before wrapping herself in his arms. "I'm sorry, too." 

"Shh," he said, kissing the top of her head, "I was the jerk, not you." 

"It's just that I have so many emotions flowing through me all the time and," she stopped to look him in the eyes, "most of all I'm scared you're not going to be there in the end." 

"El," he hugged her with a ferocity that was new to her, "I will be there. No matter what, I will be there. Forever," he added, bringing her left hand to his lips and kissing her ring finger. 

"Forever's a long time," she whispered.

"But not nearly long enough for me to show you just how special you are," he said, kissing her gently. He picked her up and deposited her softly on the bed. 

"Will, we just—," he gave her a look that silenced her as he gently unwrapped the towel from around her body and then let his slip from his hips to fall to the floor. He climbed up onto the bed above her, and kissed her gently. Gentleness turned to urgency as he entwined her fingers with his and pinned them above her head. 

He then kissed and nipped at her neck and earlobes, letting his tongue gently rim the edges of her delicate ears. 

"I love you, El," he whispered in each of them, "Every single thing about you." He sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin where her shoulder met her neck. "I love the way you squirm," he said, smiling at her gently as he moved to her breasts. He sucked on one and palmed the other, gently rolling her large, sensitive nipple in his fingers and she let out a low, hollow moan. "I love every noise that you save just for me." He moved his mouth lower and kissed and licked her stomach. "I love the sacrifice you make to carry our child." 

His fingers trailed down from her breast to her stomach, stroking it gently, before continuing lower. Her breathing swallowed slightly as his finger found her clit. "Most of all," he whispered in her ear moments before she came, "I love those soft little puffs of air that escape your lips right before you—," he was cut off as she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him deeply, ravaging his mouth. 

He moaned, palming and cupping her breasts, as she reached down and angled his dick not to enter her, but so that she could slide herself up and down on him completely. Her lips wrapped around his dick and she ground against him, her clit coming in constant contact with the side of his cock. He practically growled with lust as she pinned his arms above his head and gave him a look that told him to leave them there. He hissed as she took control and, moving faster across his cock, she reached down with one hand to cup his balls and with the other she pleasured her breast. 

Her back arched and her moans deepened and shot from her mouth as she increased her speed. She looked into his eyes when she came and they clouded over as she chewed on her lower lip. Cum shot from his dick at the feel of liquid erupting from her core. He growled and pulled her mouth to his, rolling her onto her back as he continued to gently grind and rub against her, cum shooting from his dick. 

"I love you little one," he whispered in her ear as he climbed up beside her and pulled her against him. She let out a small moan of contentment as she snuggled against him further, resting her head on his chest. He pulled the covers around them and together, they dozed. 

It wasn't until about two thirty in the afternoon when they woke up. 

"Will!" Logan cried, jumping to her feet as she saw the red letters lit up beside the table. "Come on, lazy ass!" she scolded, trying to pull him out of bed. 

"Lazy ass?" Will demanded, springing up out of bed, "just who are you calling lazy ass?" He caught her by the waist and pulled her back against his chest and began running his fingers up and down her sides. 

"Stop!" she cried, "Stop that tickles!"

"Good," he growled, kissing and sucking her neck, his hands drifting lower.

"No!" she pulled away, "No more! Dear god you're going to kill me and before you know it we'll have spent all day in bed."

"This is a bad thing how?" he chuckled at her serious demeanor. 

"Will! Come on, we're going into town to get paint for Sasha's room. No if or buts about it," she turned and stalked away from him, reaching in the dresser to pull out a pair of pants. 

"Oh I see a butt, alright," he teased, pinching it as he wakled by. She squealed and slapped him playfully as she tugged on her shirt and ran out the door.

"You little!" he cried after her, sprinting out the door behind her as she tore down the stairs. He caught her around the waist as she tried to push her way into the kitchen. She squealed again with laughter as he picked her up and kept tickling her. 

"Well, well, well, just look who decided to finally join the rest of the waking world," Jacob said as he entered the kitchen through the side door. 

"Oh, we've been up for hours," Will teased as Logan turned a deep shade of red and shot him a fierce look. 

"No doubt in my mind that you have," Jacob said as he grabbed a banana off the counter and turned to leave, "after all, my room is right below yours." Will burst out laughing but Logan just looked mortified. 

"I've lost all concept of dignity," she shook her head. 

"You know what I just realized," Will said, turning to her in all seriousness. 

"What?" she asked, reaching up into the cabinet to grab a bowl. 

"I never got a proper good morning kiss." Logan laughed and turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. 

"I consider that one of the best morning kisses I've ever given you." He shrugged.

"I suppose so but I'm feeling awfully greedy today," he stepped toward her and she leaned back against the counter, "And for some reason I just can't keep my hands off you." He took her head in both his hands and bent, kissing her ever so gently, feathery at first before allowing his tongue to gently trace her lips. Logan felt her breath catch in her throat at this incredibly tender side of Will, thinking that he was going to be the best father and husband imaginable, when the door burst open.

"I forgot—," Jacob stood and stared, "You two have a room just for things like that," he half scolded as Will wrapped his arms tightly around Logan, letting his head rest on her shoulder as if Jacob wasn't there. Logan sighed against his shoulder and the comforting smell that surrounded him.

"I'm sorry, Jacob, but I had it in my head that this was my house or something." Will burst out laughing again and kissed her joyfully, ravaging her mouth as Jacob mumbled something about his coffee and soon left the room. 

"That's my little vixen."

"I can't believe I just said that to Jacob," he said, holding her head in her hands with shame, but Will still saw the smile tugging at her lips. 

"It was brilliant, love."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now will you please get your hand out of my shirt and go put on your own so we can get out of here and go get some paint, already?"

"Yes ma'am boss ma'am," Will said, pecking her lips once more before going upstairs. 

-------------

Two hours later and they were climbing the stairs once more. Logan flopped down on the bed with a large sigh. Will flopped beside her and they lay in silence for minutes. 

"I still think we should have painted her room pink," Will said.

"No. A softer blue was the only way to go."

"She's a girl, she'll want her room pink at some point."

"I despised the color pink as a child." 

"She's a girl. All girls love pink."

"I don't."

"Fine, all normal girls love pink," he teased. 

"I just don't think all girls should be stereotyped into color, is all." 

"I know," he said, stroking her hair.

"Anyway," she said, turning and kneeling over him, "Maybe we'll have some left over to paint the next room that comes along." Will cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Oh really?"

"Mhm," she moaned against his lips, "I hope the next one's a boy." 

"Oh thank god," Will teased, "I was worried you were going to paint the boy's room pink." She laughed, lying down on top of him, her head on his chest. 

"I love you."

"Love you too, sweet heart," he sighed, "Don't know what I'd do without you." 

"What did you do without me?" she asked, looking up at him, "When you went away that time?" He sighed and was quiet for a long time, thinking.

"I was lost." 

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't recognize anything or anyone for that matter. I was an absolute wreck, El. You wouldn't have recognized me." 

"Where were you when Jacob found you?" 

"I was passed out on my bed at ten in the morning with the landlord banging on my door."

"Was this landlord a lady?"

"Yeah, but she wasn't nearly as hot as the one I had before that. You should have seen that girl, she was a knockout." Logan laughed.

"Too bad your landlord now is so gross." 

"She's got the same name as the first girl," Will said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I'm glad I live where I do now."

"Nicer landlady?" 

"Sexier." Logan rolled her eyes.

"Boys."

"Men," Will corrected.

"Nope, boys." Will's eyes widened in mock shock. 

"But Logan," he teased, rolling her onto her back, "Boy's can't do this." He pulled up her long peasant skirt and his fingers slithered into her underwear, sliding up into her wetness. She crawled away. 

"Will, will you never rest?" 

"Never," he whispered in her ear, pinning her to the bed. 

"But Will, we have to—," he cut her off as his mouth hungrily nibbled and bit at hers. His hands roughly palmed her large, sensitive breasts and she jumped. His other hand pulled at her underwear until it finally ripped, a growl escaping his throat as he pulled it from her. He pinched and rolled her nipples as he dipped his mouth and lapped at her center. All thoughts of evading him disappeared as she clung to his head. His tongue circled around her clit before dipping in and drinking as much as he could. 

Very soon he felt her quivering and flicked his tongue over her clit that much faster. She screamed his name and a slew of curses before lying back on the bed, exhausted. He lazily lapped at her sopping pussy, and her body jerked each time he came in contact with her clit. 

"Will," she sighed, pushing his head away, "stop." Will laughed and climbed up beside her. "And wipe that cocky grin off your face, we've got some work to do." She climbed off the bed and changed into her overalls, throwing her hair into a bun and reaching down to grab the paint bucket. 

"You know better than that," Will whispered, his voice in her ear as he started to take the paint bucket from her.

"I can lift today just as well as I could have this time last year." She tugged back on the paint bucket.

"I don't want to hurt the baby."

"The baby's fine." Logan's tone of voice got dangerously loud.

"I just want to make sure the baby stays fine." 

"I am the only one that can protect this child right now. I am not incompetent." Will dropped his side of the bucket and took a step back. "Will—," she whispered. She knew she had gone too far with that comment. "I don't mean that." 

"You're right. You are. I was what killed the baby the first time. Go ahead and admit it. It's all my fault." 

"No sweetheart, it's not your fault. It never was. I wasn't strong enough then and you're within your right to be worried." Will was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. He held his arms out to Logan and she climbed into his lap. 

"I just love you so damn much, you know."

"I know," she giggled. 

"Let's skip painting tonight," he said, kissing her forehead, "and let me take you out." 

"Oh so you didn't forget our little date." 

"Not a little date, a special date." 

"Special?"

"I've got a surprise for you," Will said, kissing her forehead once more.

"Well then what are we waiting for? Go get in the shower and clean up so we can go!"