Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 31

The morning was, well, unexpected.

I'd been right about certain parts. I was sore. So, sore. I honestly can't say I've exercised that much since 8th grade gym class.

I was also euphoric. It was true, all the legends you hear about feeling so connected with someone after sex. It wasn't just that I felt more connected, just more aware of exactly who he was.

However, what I didn't expect was the big grandiose breakfast, complete with bacon.

"What's this?" I mumble, rubbing at my eyes from the sleep, and holding the sheet to my chest.

"Breakfast, silly." Logan answers, kissing my forehead.

I send him a dirty look, "No shit, Sherlock"

"Don't book reference me, it takes away from my sexy appeal." Logan says with a purse to his lips, casually trying to lean against the door.

I laugh, taking a bite. "This is delicious. Why the big breakfast?" I ask, not even bothering to swallow the food.

He laughs at me, "I just love you."

I blush slightly, untucking my hair from behind my ears. "I love you too."

"Good, now eat up."

...

"Isn't it insane to you that they want us pregnant and living on our own, yet we still have to attend calculus?" I ask Alice, laughing as we enter the classroom.

She shrugs, "America these days."

We laugh, and bicker, and gossip. We don't do this enough anymore. Girl time seemed to be diminished, replaced by baby time.

Mr. Alow walks in, an alleged sad face covering his features.

"Well, class, there seems to be yet another state issued disturbance ruled more important than the derivative of velocity." He says sarcastically, motioning to the door. "We have a doctor here. Mrs. Caldwin"

The lady steps in, the epitome of cliche. Slick, dark hair, and a pointed face, probably about mid-thirties. Pretty, but clearly stuck-up.

"Good morning students, sorry to interrupt. If I could just steal the ladies from the class real quick, we need a blood sample in our new labs. Regarding your impending pregnancies, we are running tests on your blood to make sure your bodies are equipped to carry children."

Isn't it a little late for that, sweetheart.

"So, if all the females could follow me down to the classroom 505B, we have a few lab tables set up in there." She smiles, and the sound of chairs being pulled out ensues.

We all walk towards the door, a mob of annoyed girls stalking the hallway.

Alice and I are sending each other curious glances while we walk to the lab.

As per usual, I've taken up residence at the front of the mob, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"Mrs. Emerald, is it. Would you like to go first?" She smiles and I nod, making my way over to the lab table.

"Here, this will just be a little pinch" She warns, before lightly sticking a needle into my veins and drawing out a single tube of blood.

She smiles again, "That should be all. All of you, listen please, your results will show not only a basic health exam but your percentage if capability of holding a child. If your number is below 50%, there is no need to panic. Individualized problems can be handled."

She waves me off with the slap of a band-aid, and I hurry out of the room.

This goddamn state, getting weirder and weirder.

....

"Babe! I'm home!" I yell when I walk in the door, and see Logan send me a smile before engulfing me in a hug. He pulls something out from behind his back, and shoves them in my face.

"What's this?" I ask, grabbing the papers.

"Two tickets to Vegas." He smiles, jumping up on his toes and kissing me.

I goff, "Vegas?"

He nods, "Were gonna get married this weekend."

He says it like he's ordering a burger at a diner.

"This weekend?" I ask, clearing my throat.

"Yes, this weekend."

...

A/N: So, it's short and uneventful but it's an update! I promise they will be more frequent! Don't hate me, lovely readers.

But, question for you. Who do you cast Logan as?

This is unedited. So sorry.

Have a lovely night!