Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 33

It was 7:00 in the morning, seven o'clock. And yet, here I was out and about packing our bags for the night. Logan, my dearest fiance, was singing some song under his breathe that he made up.

Today's the day.

"Were gettin' married, we're gettin' married" I can hear him mumbling, changing into the toddler that he tries to hide so much.

I can't help but smile at the way he doesn't care. Logan holds that quality above most of us. The quality to be able to be exactly who you are without giving a damn, not a single one, about what anyone has to say about it.

"Come on Watson, let's get going." He gives me a kiss on the cheek and motions towards the door dramatically while I finish zipping get his suitcase that he packed horribly.

I had to repack it for him.

"Alright, alright. Grab the bags, let's go!" I smile, grabbing my purse and slinging it over my shoulder, my leggings and t-shirt fantastically comfortable. I pull my hair into a high pony and walk down the stairs, skipping with excitement.

"Kat! There's someone at the door, can you get it please baby?" I hear Logan from the bathroom and hurry the rest of the way down the stairs. It's probably Alice, trying in a last ditch effort to make sure I'm okay with this.

I swing the door open. "Alice! I'm sur-, Mom?"

"Yes, sweetie. Hello to you to!" My mother is here.

"Who is it Kat?" Logan comes up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders, squeezing once he sees that it's my mother.

"Ah, Mrs. Emerald. Always a pleasure." He extends his hand, making no move to let her in. I'm thankful.

She bats her eyelashes, the mascara basically dripping down her face. "Why hello to you to young man."

It's when I'm plotting on how to shove her down into the snow that I see the suitcase.

"Why do you have a bag?" I ask sternly.

She smiles now, "I'm gonna stay for a while, dear!" She claps excitedly and pushes her way into the house, kissing Logan on the cheek.

I follow behind her angrily, "What? Mom, no, what?"

"Darling, your father just flew to South a Africa for a business trip. He's gone for 2 weeks and my girlfriends think I should be around family." She smiles almost sweetly, but I know it's a lie. Her girlfriends are all clones of herself.

"Make yourself at home, miss. Me and Katherine will be right back." Logan says politely.

I snicker under my breathe, unable to hide it. "It's Katherine and I, idiot." I smile.

"Oh, shut up." He laughs. And just like that, he brings me into my Logan bubble, made purely of Logan and I.

"Before you go on a crazy rant and pretend to pull your hair out, listen to me for a minute sweetheart."

"She's not staying here. " I say crossing my arms and then running a hand through my hair, agitated. "We were supposed to get fucking married today Logan! What is she doing here? She needs to call ahead if she's gonna-"

God, he tastes so good.

His lips are familiar and yet completely new, every single time. It's a passionate kiss, slow and deliberate.

"We are getting married today. We are leaving in 5 minutes to catch our flight. We can tell her that. She can stay here." He smiles, pecking my lips once more.

I nod, like usual I'm unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Mrs. Emerald" Logan begins. "Your daughter and I were just about to catch out flight, but make yourself at home."

"Flight, what, Katherine where are you going?" She asks. She then looks over at Logan. "Are you sure you have to go?" And I don't miss her batting her eyelashes at him.

"I'm getting married." I smile, walking out the door and leaving Logan to carry the bags.

....

"You're so dramatic." Logan laughs, his hand clasped in mine as we wait right in front of our terminal.

"Wha-, I am not." I tease, laughing and swatting his shoulder.

"Mhm, sure." He nods, kissing my hair and looking at his phone.

"I can't believe my mom is in our house right now." I grimace.

I can only imagine the snooping she's doing. Spending extra time in Logan things.

"I on the other hand can't believe I'm getting married." Logan smirks, forcing me to let out a chuckle.

"That is a little surprising, huh?"

"I'm a lucky guy."

"I was thinking the same thing, except well, not a guy." I blush, my whole cute attempt just failing miserably.

He just laughs, kisses me, and tells me he loves me.

.....

"Flight 234 now boarding." The intercom screams and Logan and I move up into the line.

"Ready?" He asks, kissing my knuckles.

"Ready."