Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 39

"Logan Chambers and Katherine Emerald."

I tell the woman, her fingers typing fast on the computer screen.

Logans hand is clutching mine tightly, and I can see him shifting impatiently from foot to foot.

The woman eyes us, asking for our ages.

"I'm 18." Logan says, pulling out a piece of paper. "And she's 17, here is her parental permission form." He says, reminding me of the field trip days.

"When did you get that?" I ask him under my breathe, thankful. I totally forgot about the age requirements, not that I think the woman would have really cared.

"You really think I'm marrying you without asking for your parents blessing?" He laughs it off, like it was nothing.

But it wasn't nothing.

"You talked to them?" I ask, breathless.

He nods, "Well, your mom was in town. I called your dad, and he faxed me his permission." He grimaces.

I give his hand a tighter squeeze. A little act, so small, but so big.

"Alright, well here you go. Walk right in there and Steve will marry you. Good luck. Best wishes." She sends us a small smile, along with a piece of paper.

A marriage certificate. Just in need of 3 small, signatures.

I look up at Logan with my head held high, tears of joy already starting to pool in my eyes.

"Don't cry on me yet, princess." He laughs, wiping my tears away with his hands.

"Are you gonna cry, Mr. Tough guy?" I ask him, punching him lightly on the arm.

He shakes his head, "I'm Logan Chambers. No crying." He fakes a macho guy and puffs out his shoulders, earning a laugh from me.

He opens the door for me, and I walk into the room laughing. Angels and hearts and cupids fill the space, making it look more like a snowy valentine's day display then a wedding room.

And it's absolutely perfect.

"Mr. Chambers and Mrs. Emerald? This way please." A cheery man-Steve- says, gesturing us towards a pillar at the front.

My eyes travel from the walls of pink and white stripes to the floor of sparkly carpet. From the ceiling with dozens of angels circling from strings to the pillar, the pillar at the front with a cheap tablecloth thrown over it.

Steve is cheery, clearly a stereotypical vegas marriage associate with his rosy cheeks and jiggling belly.

Logan and I walk towards the pillar, smiles transforming our faces into glee.

"Alright. Now join hand and hand, and I will begin the ceremony. And then, the vows. And then, you're married!" He laughs, chuckling.

Logan grabs my hand, and his eyes are trailed on my wrist.

Steve begins his talk about life and death and better and worse, and even though this is the moment I've been waiting for, I couldn't be paying less attention.

Logan is stating at my hand, his thumb rubbing against my wrist with the upmost sensitivity. His eyes haven't faltered. And despite the look he gets right before we kiss, or when I laugh, or when I cry, this is the best look. It's a look not of joy, not of pity, not of lust, not of want, it's a look of pure love.

And it's absolutely distracting.

Logans P.O.V.

It's happening.

After all 18 years of knowing I was nothing short of barely decent, it was happening.

I was past the point of being madly in love. This was something new, something even Mr. Fucking fifty shades couldn't top.

She is my life.

She is the reason.

The reason I live, breathe, think, act.

I don't know what happened to my independence or my hostility, but she vanishes it with her green eyes and her fucking skin.

It's her wrist Logan, get a grip.

Grip. Get it?

I can't stop myself from running my thumb over his wrist, the same wrist I love to kiss in the morning or when I'm holding her hand.

"Mr. Chambers. Your vows?" The guy finally ends his sickness and death bullshit.

Can't he tell by the way I'm fucking looking at her that leaving her is not an option.

Vows.

"Princess" I mumble, tightening my hold on her wrist. "You know how shit I am with words sometimes, but fuck I love you."

I look up now, god she's pretty.

"I know I'm seriously an asshole, but life without you seems so, so crazy now. I don't know how I lived without your laugh, or your face, or the way you look at me, I don't know how I went so long without it. Because now, now it's more important than air.'

'I can honestly say, truthfully baby, that I can't live without you. And marrying you seems so fucking stupid because a piece of paper isn't anything, but I want everyone to be able to look it up online, in some national married citizens blog or some shit, and be able to know that we're married. That you chose me. That, for some reason I can't explain, you chose me. And, I love you Kat."

I breathe finally, looking at her. Fuck, I can't stop looking at her.

She breathes deeply, her chest rising and falling, and her hair falling a little bit into her face, just enough to cover part of her forehead.

"I love you." She mouths to me, and a few tears fall down her face. She laughs away the tears and looks back at me, regaining her perfect composure.

So, so perfect.

"Logan Chambers."

See, she can just say my name and have me breathless. Fuck.

"You are everything I hated, for a long time. You're confident and strong. You're smart and you're so sure of yourself. You, sweetheart, you could take on the world and leave a champion. I hated that for a long time, until I realized it was jealousy.'

'And you, you bring those things out in me. And I can't thank you enough for, for making me a better version of myself. When I'm with you, it's exhilarating. It's, amazing. And I want to thank you, for choosing me. Because I know I'm not what you were aiming for, but I hope that's okay. Because I'm so fucking lucky."

No, Kat. I'm the lucky one.

"I now pronounce you man and wife!"

I hear his voice in the background. And I see Kats face light up.

I'm too distracted by the way she smiling to realize I'm supposed to kiss her, but I feel her hand at the back of my neck, pulling me close, pulling me in.

Thats, my girl. My girl.