Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 36

She said she was sorry.

Its in moments like these where cool and collected Katherine seem to disapper, and are replaced by a vividly angry and horribly tempermental version of myself.

Sorry.

"For what?" Logan asks, and i am reminded of when my mother used to make me tell her what i was sorry for to ensure that i understood what i did wrong.

Logans mother, Carrie, shakes her head as if acknowledging something terrible. Which, she probably is. It was probably very easy for her to not think anything more of the fat that Logan did what she thought.Because if she took any time at all to actually think about the situation, then she would realize how wrong she was. And the guilt, I suppose, would absolutely kill her.

She runs a hand through her light hair, almost completely contrasting with Logans. "I didn't believe you, I never even gave you a chance to explain." She tries to correct herself, and I can see the relief wash off Logan in waves stronger than in the Pacific.

"Thank you." Logan says courtly. He doesn't extent a hand of forgiveness, nor does he run away in a fit of tears. Because I think everyone has realized that the roles have completely changed. It went from Logan committing an unforgivable crime to his mother not even listening to her own son and just instictively believing the worst in him.

She takes a step forward then, but Logan sends her a warning glance. Years of betrayel can not be made up by a simple I'm sorry.

Logan catches my eye with a silent plea, and I can tell that he wants to get out of here as soon as possible. So, I speak up:

"It was a pleasure to meet you." I tell her with a nod, and grab Logan's hand with a tighter hold.

"Do you have a piece of paper?" Logan asks me, nervously into my ear. I nod, reaching into my purse and grabbing one of my many pads of paper used to keep my organized. I hand him a pen too, and he scribbles down a set of numbers and letters.

He hands the paper nervously to his mother, making sure to keep his distance. "This is my phone number. Uh, call me. If you want to, or need to. Or if well, yeah. Lets so, Kat." He tugs on my arm after he fumbles out the words.

I send another awkward and corgile nod to Carrie, before Logan drags me away from the madness.

"Should I have done that? Maybe I shouldn't have done that." He says worried, picking up his pace.

I turn him around by the shoulder and wrap my arms around his neck, regardless of the fact that we are in a crowded airport, overerun with disapproving glances.

I pull his neck down so that the height difference can diminish and I can kiss him. The second our lips touch, my insides start to crumble into tiny little paper balls like they always do whenever I'm near him. It's crazy. The joy and happiness I feel around him, it's insane.

He wraps his arms around my body immidiatly and drops our bags to the floor. He kisses me fully, like he always does. Like it is the last time he's ever going to lay a hand on me.

"I think it was really brave." I tell him honestly.

"I liked when you went on that rant about how awesome I was. You f-bombed my mom, princess." He says, without a hint of disaproval, all adoration.

I blush, nervously coming to terms with the fact that on my first impression of meeting my soon to be husbands parents I had in fact maybe cursed at her a little crazily. But I mean, the situation called for desperate measures and I'm sure I acted aproprietly.

"You think she'll call?" He asks me, his voice sounding much like a child.

I nod my head into his shoulder, "I think she will eventually. I think she is embarrassed and guilty. And I think that eventually, she will get the bravery to pick up her phone and call you."