Could This Be Happening? Part 13
Title: Could This Be Happening? Part 13
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 4310
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended. Transcripts from Indigo Mantoya at twiztv dot com.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
A/N2: See a photo of the wedding dress at my livejournal account (h t t p : / / christykq dot livejournal and that’s a Q not a G.)
Part 13
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[After 3.09 Spit & Eggs but before 3.10 Show Me the Monkey]
[Saturday, January 20, 2007: 15 weeks pregnant]
Logan wanted the Grand Ballroom for their wedding but that room was entirely too large for the forty guests they were expecting to attend their ceremony and reception.
The Neptune Grand’s Seashell Room was the perfect size. The main set of French doors opens to a small alcove, which will serve as a vestibule of sorts. The aisle extends twenty-five feet beyond the vestibule to a raised “altar”. A beautiful taffeta curtain serves as a backdrop for the altar and separates the ceremony area with the dinner tables and dance floor.
After the ceremony, guests can mingle to the open bar and four appetizer stations. The four appetizer stations will offer Logan and Veronica’s favorite snacks with an elegance only the Neptune Grand could provide; bite-size cheeseburgers and vanilla milkshakes in espresso cups; mini grilled tomato and cheese sandwiches on tea toast; small beef tacos with all the necessary fixins; and tiny egg rolls and fried dumplings.
As the guests find their seats and dinner hour begins, they will be served a lavished lobster or filet mignon dinner. Both the bride and groom opted for the filet because of Logan’s allergy to shellfish. Dessert will consist of wedding cake and Belgian waffles topped with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce. A DJ will provide entertainment deep into the night. This wedding will probably go down in the Neptune history books as the Union of the Century and, like most of Logan’s parties, it is sure to be a night to remember for everyone.
Mac, Alicia, and Veronica are primping in a small hotel room near the Seashell Room, out of the guests’ or the groom’s view.
Logan, Wallace and Dick are dressing a few floors up in Logan, Dick and Veronica’s suite.
Keith and Wallace’s brother Darryl are jumping back and forth between rooms to assist as the need occurs. Frankly, Keith is so nervous he can’t sit still so walking the hotel helps his nerves.
Veronica is applying the last few touches of make-up when there is a knock at the door. “Mac, before you let anyone in this room, let me know who it is first. Okay? I’m not sure I can deal with certain people right now.”
“Sure thing.” Mac agrees.
Mac opens the door slightly and greets Parker loudly. Veronica, in turn, says “Parker, come on in.” Mac allows Parker’s entrance into the set-up room.
“Veronica, look at you. Oh my God, you look so beautiful. I’m going to start crying.” Parker starts to wave her hands in front of her eyes to dry the tears before they fall.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Mac says dryly and points to a printed sign posted on the wall that says ‘No Crying Allowed by order of the Bride! All crying will be penalized by death! Love Veronica’
Veronica laughs. “Yeah that sign doesn’t seem to be working. Alicia hasn’t stopped crying since we got in here.”
“That’s not true. I had something in my eye.” Alicia defends.
Parker stares at Veronica seriously and hands her a small gift bag covered with a picture of a half-naked man. “For you, Bride.” Parker smirks. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot, this was taped to the other side of this door.” Parker hands Veronica an envelope and points to the door to the set-up room they are occupying.
Mac looks at Veronica skeptically as Veronica opens the envelope. It’s not a plain manila envelope, so I bet this isn’t from Logan. “OH. MY. GOD!” Veronica gasps as she reads the typed card. ‘V & E, I heard through the very long grapevine that you were getting married today and I couldn’t be happier for my two oldest friends in this world. I would love to be there to celebrate with both of you but that’s not possible. I love you and miss you both so much. I’ll be thinking about you all day today. I’m sure the fourth person of our foursome is smiling down on you both. All the best, D.’
Veronica attempts to put the card back in the envelope unsuccessfully through her teary vision. “Mac, could you put that back in there please? And hand me a tissue?” Veronica asks softly.
“Sure.” Mac replaces the card in it’s envelope.
“Veronica, are you okay?” Parker asks delicately.
Veronica takes a deep breath, dabs her eyes careful not to smear her make-up and regains her composure. “I’m good. I’m real good. Thanks.” She reaches for Parker’s gift.
“Oh Geez.” Veronica peeks into the bag and pulls out a light blue lace garter. She twirls it around her index finger. “Let me guess, something blue?”
“See, I knew you were traditional after all.” Parker says. She leans over and kisses Veronica on the cheek. “Good luck. You look wonderful. I’m going to go spy on the guys now.” Parker smiles and turns to leave the small room.
“Parker.” Veronica calls. “Could you please take this up to Logan while you’re spying on the guys?” Veronica gives Parker a small, soft smile.
“Sure. See you later.” Parker leaves to visit the groomsmen upstairs.
Mac helps Veronica with the garter. Placing a garter on your thigh wearing a floor-length, tapered cut dress becomes a two-person job, especially if you’re pregnant and wearing heels.
Mac asks as she helps with the garter. “So you have something blue, the garter from Parker. Do you have something borrowed?”
“Yes, Wallace’s Grandmother’s pearl earrings.” She tilts her head to show the antique earrings in her ears.
“How about something new?”
“The heart pendant from Logan.” Veronica touches the necklace with her fingertips.
“Okay, Borrowed, Blue, Old, New. What’s your old thing?”
Keith taps the door and enters addressing the girls, seeing something that the father-of-the-bride should not see would not fair well for his old aching heart today.
“Daddy” Veronica whines. Keith’s heart breaks a little bit more. “I don’t have anything old.”
“You have me. I’m old.” He jokes.
“Yeah but that won’t work. I need it to be on my person during the ceremony or it’s bad luck.” She scoffs. “Geez, Dad, you think you would know these things.” They share a smile.
“Would Logan have something in his suite that is old you could pin to your dress or something?” Mac questions.
“I’ve got an idea. I’ll be right back.” Keith escapes the girls in search of something old in Logan’s room.
Keith taps on the door to the suite and enters addressing the guys out of courtesy. Guys are guys and he wasn’t going to have a heart attack if he saw Wallace without pants.
Logan was almost dressed completely with the exception of his jacket. Wallace was ready and waiting patiently on the sofa watching a basketball game. Dick, on the other hand, was finishing a sandwich wearing only boxers and a white undershirt.
Keith looks Dick up and down. “You think it might be time to get dressed?”
Dick continues to stuff his sandwich in his mouth and says, “’m us’d ta uttin ‘n a ‘nkey suit on’t git yo’r ‘ant’s ‘n a ‘unch ‘ude.”
Keith looks at Wallace for clarification. Wallace shrugs. Logan yells from the other room. “He said ‘I’m used to putting on a monkey suit. Don’t get your pants in a bunch, Dude.’”
Keith just shakes his head and continues on his mission to find something old. He walks into Logan and Veronica’s room and looks around.
“Can I help you?” Logan looks at him skeptically with one eyebrow raised.
Keith didn’t look at Logan. “I’m looking for something old.” He continues on the hunt. “You know, something old, something new,…”
“… Something borrowed, something blue. Yeah, I know the rhyme.” Logan finishes Keith’s sentence.
“A-ha!” Keith walks to Veronica’s bedside table and holds up a picture of the fab four at Homecoming. “Can I borrow this picture?”
“I guess. It’s Ronnie’s picture.”
“What do you think if we pin it to the underside of the her dress?” Keith raises his eyebrows in question.
Logan looks at Keith endearingly. “That would be very special for both Veronica and me.” He blinks back tears and walks into the bathroom leaving Keith standing in the bedroom.
“Okay, I’m heading downstairs again. Any messages for the bride, mother-of-the-man-of-honor or the maid-of-honor?” Keith speaks to all three young men.
“Tell her I love her.” Logan yells from the bathroom.
Keith looks at Wallace sitting on the sofa.
“Tell her I love her.” Wallace smirks. “My mom, not V. Logan will kick my ass if I got mixed up his wife.” He draws out the last two words.
Keith looks toward Dick beginning to dress in his bedroom.
“Tell her I love her.” Dick snarks with puckered lips. Logan quietly walks out of his room and stands near Keith, watching Dick button his tuxedo shirt.
Dick continues not noticing Logan. “I’m not scared of that pansy ass. I can take Logan if I ha-…” He looks up and sees Logan’s ‘yeah right’ expression. Dick laughs nervously and proceeds fastening his shirt.
“Alright. If I’m not back before the ceremony…” Keith turns to Logan and places his hands on Logan’s shoulders. “Good luck, Son. Just remember she loves you and I have a license to use my gun.” Keith smiles. Logan swallows audibly.
“Don’t be nervous. It’s only the rest of your life.” Logan’s face begins to pale.
Keith pats his shoulder supportively. “You’ll be fine. Just remember to breathe. I don’t need a son-in-law fainting at his own wedding.”
Logan turns the sides of his mouth up slightly and Keith leaves to give Veronica something old.
Keith passes Parker in the hallway. “That room there.” Keith points to Logan, Dick and Veronica’s suite.
“Oh, thank you.” Parker smiles graciously and knocks on the Presidential Suite’s door.
Wallace answers the door and looks at Parker with a confused look. “What are you doing here Parker? The girls are getting ready downstairs.”
“I’ve been sent to give this to Logan.” Parker hands the envelope to Wallace. Wallace doesn’t take the card.
“Why don’t you come in and give it to him yourself.” Wallace ushers her into the room with his hand.
Parker looks around the Suite uncomfortably.
Wallace points to Logan and Veronica’s bedroom.
Parker slowly walks to their bedroom and knocks on the open door. “Logan?”
Logan comes out of the bathroom fiddling with his sleeve. “Hey, Parker. What are you doing here? The girls are getting ready downstairs.”
“I know. I’m here to give you this. Veronica asked me to give it to you. It was stuck to the door of the set-up room she’s in.”
“Huh.” Logan exhales, takes the card from Parker’s hand and reads it carefully. He takes a deep breath to calm his breathing and wipes tears from his eyes as he slides the card into this inside breast pocket.
He clears his throat a few times. “Where did you say you got that?” Logan runs his fingers through his hair roughly.
“I gave Veronica a light blue garter.” Parker explains.
Logan’s eyes widen with the thought of a garter on Veronica’s upper thigh. I’ll have to remember to find that garter later on tonight. “Let me guess, something blue?”
“Yep.” Parker smiles bright. “And as I was going into the room, I noticed that card taped to the door. No one was around so I don’t know who put it there.” Parker shrugs. “I should let you get ready. Good luck.”
“Thanks Parker. I appreciate that you made a special trip up here to deliver that letter to me.” Logan smiles genuinely.
Parker turns to leave the suite then stops and turns to Logan again. “By the way, Veronica looks stunning.” Parker leaves the suite and Logan’s heart skips a beat.
Keith taps the door and enters addressing the girls again. You can never be too sure. He thinks. “I found something old.” He presents Veronica with the picture of the fab four. “We’ll pin it to the underside of your dress.”
Veronica snatches her father up in her arms so quickly he couldn’t react. She is choking him with the force behind her hug.
“Daddy, this is perfect. How does Logan feel about having this stuck to my dress?” She bats tears away from falling.
“I think his exact words were ‘That would be very special for both Veronica and me.’ Then he ran to the bathroom sobbing.” Keith laughs at his own joke.
“Don’t quit the day job.” Mac snarks.
“Oh yeah, and I have messages from the guys.” He turns to Veronica. “Logan says he loves you.” Veronica sniffs.
He turns to Alicia. “Wallace says he loves you.” Alicia cries freely into a tissue.
He turns to Veronica again. “Dick says he loves you and he can take that pansy ass Logan if he has to.” Keith shakes his head. Veronica crinkles her brow in confusion.
“What about the maid-of-honor? No one loves me?” Mac pouts.
“I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” Keith, Veronica and Alicia all say in unison. Mac smiles.
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Keith tightens his hold on Veronica’s arm. Mac and Wallace are standing in front of them ready to march down the aisle, outside the Seashell Room’s French doors. Keith can hear Veronica taking deep breaths and he watches her fidget with her necklace nervously. “Honey, Logan is just as nervous as you are. Calm down, you’ll be fine.” He pats her intertwined arm with his hand. “He loves you. You love him. End of story. Enjoy the wedding.”
Veronica releases a huge sigh. “You’re right.” She turns her head slightly toward her father. “I love you.”
He slightly turns his head to her and responds with a big smile. “Who’s your daddy?”
“Arg.” The bride grunts. “I hate it when you say that.”
Veronica runs her hands down the front of her dress to straighten out any nonexistent wrinkles. Her bright white, classic gown is strapless and very form fitting. The prominent pregnancy bump is visible but could easily be hidden behind her flowers. The lone detail on the entire dress is a small ribbon flower over her right breast at the edge of the bodice. The skirt falls to the floor with a small amount of volume, mostly as a result of the layers of puffy tool underneath. Her dress has a small train that accents the straight cut of the front beautifully. The heart-shaped pendant drops perfectly around her neck pointing to her cleavage.
Veronica’s hair is pulled back loosely in a pearl barrette. A few curls fall to her shoulders for dramatic effect as she looks through a chin-length blusher veil.
They can hear the string quartet growing louder. Mac looks over her shoulder. “That’s our cue.” She smiles and nods at Wallace. The French doors open and Mac and Wallace walk toward the altar arm-in-arm.
Logan shifts his weight side-to-side waiting for a glimpse of Veronica. He tries to wipe his sweaty palms on his tuxedo pants subtly and takes a deep breath when he sees Mac and Wallace approaching.
“Whoa.” Dick says quietly when he sees Mac walking toward himself and Logan. He suddenly forgot he’s standing in front of a large group of people and couldn’t take his eyes off of Mac.
Logan smirks when he hears Dick’s reaction to Mac. When his eyes finally see Veronica in her wedding dress holding her father’s arm at the other end of the aisle, Logan’s face breaks into an enormous, toothy, thousand-watt smile. Veronica returns his smile equally as enormous and begins her march toward him never breaking eye contact.
Veronica and Keith stop in front of Logan. Keith lifts Veronica’s veil carefully and folds it over her head before giving her a strong kiss on the cheek as his hands squeeze hers tightly. He slowly turns to Logan and places Veronica’s dainty hand into his strong hand, patting them together as he turns to sit next to Alicia.
Logan and Veronica share a moment looking into each other’s eyes, feeling each other’s hands in their own, and calming their emotions before beginning their wedding ceremony.
Their vows are short and sweet, in the love, honor and cherish variety and the entire ceremony lasts about twenty minutes ending with a searing kiss that lingers a little too long for Keith’s taste.
The bride and groom face the wedding guests as the minister announces them. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Logan Echolls.”
Veronica and Logan beam with excitement as the crowd stands and applaud the couple.
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Veronica plops down in an open seat to the side of the dance floor exhausted from dancing the night away. She waves her hand at her face to circulate the airflow around her hot body.
Dick mimics Veronica’s plop in to the seat next to the bride. “Geez. This is the first time I could break away from Parker all night. She’s a dancing machine.”
“Parker must be off her Ridalin.” Veronica jokes. Dick smiles looking at Parker and the spot he just left until Mac walks in his line of sight. His eyes follow her path.
“See sompin’ you like?” Veronica raises an eyebrow in question.
“Oh yeah.” Dick watches Mac’s hips and butt move to the music. Veronica clears her throat and snaps Dick’s attention off the dancing maid-of-honor. He has the courtesy to look embarrassed and suddenly his hands are very interesting.
“You requested smokin’ hot bridesmaids. I guess I delivered.” Veronica says softly.
Weevil glides up behind the two chairs that Veronica and Dick are sitting in unnoticed.
Dick rubs his hands on his pants and turns to Veronica. “Want somethin’ to drink?” Over her shoulder he sees Weevil lurking.
“I’ll have a beer.” Weevil answers Dick’s question holding up his empty beer bottle. Veronica twists around finally noticing Weevil standing behind her when he speaks. Weevil finishes his directive. “And I’m guessing blondie will have something non-alcoholic.” Weevil dips his chin and bats his eyelashes toward Veronica.
“Yeah, don’t think I was askin’ you, Paco. Don’t you have some pots to scrub or something?” Dick says turning up his nose and marching to the bar.
Veronica pats the seat Dick just vacated. “Eli, my friend. Come. Sit.”
Weevil follows her instructions and sits. He remains silent, leaning forward on his knees and rolling with the empty beer bottle in his hands. Veronica is leaning back in her chair, resting her elbow on the back of Weevil’s chair and her chin in her palm. “Who told you I was pregnant?”
Weevil glances over his shoulder when she speaks then shifts back in his chair. Their bodies are close to each other. Veronica can feel Weevil’s shoulder against her bent arm. If he turns his head in her direction, they could bump heads. It’s an intimate position between two strictly platonic friends discussing a private matter in a rather loud party.
He picks at the label of his beer bottle. “I hear things, V.” He pauses. “I saw the spat with rich boy then a couple weeks later there’s a wedding. Where I come from that says knocked up.”
She nods thinking about his words.
“It wasn’t the ‘Baby on Board’ sign hanging in my car?” She snarks.
“Yeah, well I hope you’re takin’ care of yourself. Let your dad do the spyin’ shit now.”
“Do you actually think Logan or my dad would let me get near any investigations? No.” She frowns. “They take all the fun out of the P.I. biz.”
Logan sees Veronica and Weevil sitting rather close across the room and decides to see if his wife needs anything. I’m not jealous. She could be thirsty. He convinces himself as he makes his way around the dance floor.
Weevil chuckles and shakes his head. “Your gonna be a mom, V. How crazy is that?”
“Pretty damn crazy.”
Weevil sees Logan approaching them and notices Veronica and Logan exchange a sultry look.
“Well, you look happy even with Richie Rich here.” He stands, puffs his chest and glares at Logan.
“That’s Mr. Richie Rich to you, Weevs.” Logan takes Veronica’s hand and helps her from her seat, kissing the back of her hand. Weevil rolls his eyes.
“I’m gonna head out, V.” Weevil kisses Veronica’s cheek. “Thanks for inviting me.” He faces Logan and offers his hand for a fist bump.
Logan bumps his fist and smiles. “Leave the silver or Robert, the head of security, will have his way with you.” Logan tilts his head in thought. “Come to think of it, he looks like your type.”
Weevil leaves the banquet room and the new husband and wife join other couples on the dance floor, swaying to a slow song.
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The majority of their honeymoon they have spent naked. They’ve christened every room in the three-bedroom cabin and many of the viable surfaces. The kitchen counter was fun until Veronica managed to put her hair in a puddle of soda. The bearskin rug in front of the fireplace was exciting until the fur got too sticky against their sweaty bodies.
When a break from naughty, naked time was needed in order to maintain their ability to walk, they liked to walk along the lake or watch life pass by from a prime table at the village coffee shop. Veronica perused the upscale boutiques while they waited for Logan’s bindings to be attached to his new snowboard. He squeezed in a few hours on the slopes while Veronica read fireside in the ski lodge. He would of loved to teach her to snowboard but being pregnant, he wasn’t going to take the risk.
All in all, they were having a fabulous time spending time together on their not-a-honeymoon. The real honeymoon would be a few weeks in Europe when their lives were less hectic.
Logan is sitting on the sofa reading a snowboard magazine patiently waiting for Veronica to finish preparing for an elegant dinner out in downtown Aspen. It is their last night in Aspen and a fancy evening out seems fitting.
Veronica stands at the archway of the large, open living room striking her sexiest pose. After a few seconds of going unnoticed she clears her throat.
Logan breaks his attention from his magazine and discards it on the coffee table. “Wow!”
She sashays toward the sofa channeling every model she’s ever seen. “You like?” She purrs as she bends over, pushing her ass in the air and arching her back, to look at the page that held Logan’s undivided attention, giving him a clear view down her dress.
His eyes travel from her cleavage down her black lace cocktail dress over her tone legs to her black “fuck me” high heels and back up to her eyes. “Why don’t I bend you over this table and you’ll know how much I like.” He growls as his erection grows harder as he speaks.
Veronica sees what peaked Logan’s interest in the magazine. Of course it is a tall, thin blonde model wearing a barely there bikini, the newest ski goggles and nothing else.
“Isn’t she cold skiing in only a bikini?” She steps closer to him and he pulls her onto his lap.
“Oh, I hope so.” Logan glances at the woman in the advertisement and back to Veronica with a big smile. “Jealous?”
“Should I be?”
Logan grazes his fingertips down her cheek. “Can’t a girl make an honest living? She’s just trying to sell a few pairs of goggles for goodness sakes.” He says innocently.
“And I left my string bikini at home. Rats!” She snaps in frustration.
He nuzzles his face in her neck and kisses down to her collarbone. “You’re the one that will be coming… [kiss] over… [kiss] and over… [kiss] and over… [kiss] in my bed every night.” He says provocatively running his tongue down her jawline.
“Mr. Echolls, if we’re going to make that fancy smancy dinner reservation, we need to go now.” She moves her chin for better access.
“How ‘bout we have dessert first, Mrs. Echolls?” He continues his assault on her neck.
“If we leave now, I promise a sexy surprise for you later.” She climbs out of his lap and adjusts her dress.
He stands and adjusts his rock hard erection. “What kind of sexy surprise?” He says helping her pull her coat over her shoulders.
“Here’s a preview.” She moves her coat to the side and lifts her dress to show black lacey garter belt.
He takes a deep breath to clear his head and will his painful hard-on down. He grabs her shoulders from behind and shoves her playfully toward the door. “Move your ass, Woman. We’ve gotta go to dinner and cum for dessert.”
Part 14
A/N3: Well, there it is, the wedding. I hope it didn’t disappoint.
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 4310
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended. Transcripts from Indigo Mantoya at twiztv dot com.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
A/N2: See a photo of the wedding dress at my livejournal account (h t t p : / / christykq dot livejournal and that’s a Q not a G.)
Part 13
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[After 3.09 Spit & Eggs but before 3.10 Show Me the Monkey]
[Saturday, January 20, 2007: 15 weeks pregnant]
Logan wanted the Grand Ballroom for their wedding but that room was entirely too large for the forty guests they were expecting to attend their ceremony and reception.
The Neptune Grand’s Seashell Room was the perfect size. The main set of French doors opens to a small alcove, which will serve as a vestibule of sorts. The aisle extends twenty-five feet beyond the vestibule to a raised “altar”. A beautiful taffeta curtain serves as a backdrop for the altar and separates the ceremony area with the dinner tables and dance floor.
After the ceremony, guests can mingle to the open bar and four appetizer stations. The four appetizer stations will offer Logan and Veronica’s favorite snacks with an elegance only the Neptune Grand could provide; bite-size cheeseburgers and vanilla milkshakes in espresso cups; mini grilled tomato and cheese sandwiches on tea toast; small beef tacos with all the necessary fixins; and tiny egg rolls and fried dumplings.
As the guests find their seats and dinner hour begins, they will be served a lavished lobster or filet mignon dinner. Both the bride and groom opted for the filet because of Logan’s allergy to shellfish. Dessert will consist of wedding cake and Belgian waffles topped with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce. A DJ will provide entertainment deep into the night. This wedding will probably go down in the Neptune history books as the Union of the Century and, like most of Logan’s parties, it is sure to be a night to remember for everyone.
Mac, Alicia, and Veronica are primping in a small hotel room near the Seashell Room, out of the guests’ or the groom’s view.
Logan, Wallace and Dick are dressing a few floors up in Logan, Dick and Veronica’s suite.
Keith and Wallace’s brother Darryl are jumping back and forth between rooms to assist as the need occurs. Frankly, Keith is so nervous he can’t sit still so walking the hotel helps his nerves.
Veronica is applying the last few touches of make-up when there is a knock at the door. “Mac, before you let anyone in this room, let me know who it is first. Okay? I’m not sure I can deal with certain people right now.”
“Sure thing.” Mac agrees.
Mac opens the door slightly and greets Parker loudly. Veronica, in turn, says “Parker, come on in.” Mac allows Parker’s entrance into the set-up room.
“Veronica, look at you. Oh my God, you look so beautiful. I’m going to start crying.” Parker starts to wave her hands in front of her eyes to dry the tears before they fall.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Mac says dryly and points to a printed sign posted on the wall that says ‘No Crying Allowed by order of the Bride! All crying will be penalized by death! Love Veronica’
Veronica laughs. “Yeah that sign doesn’t seem to be working. Alicia hasn’t stopped crying since we got in here.”
“That’s not true. I had something in my eye.” Alicia defends.
Parker stares at Veronica seriously and hands her a small gift bag covered with a picture of a half-naked man. “For you, Bride.” Parker smirks. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot, this was taped to the other side of this door.” Parker hands Veronica an envelope and points to the door to the set-up room they are occupying.
Mac looks at Veronica skeptically as Veronica opens the envelope. It’s not a plain manila envelope, so I bet this isn’t from Logan. “OH. MY. GOD!” Veronica gasps as she reads the typed card. ‘V & E, I heard through the very long grapevine that you were getting married today and I couldn’t be happier for my two oldest friends in this world. I would love to be there to celebrate with both of you but that’s not possible. I love you and miss you both so much. I’ll be thinking about you all day today. I’m sure the fourth person of our foursome is smiling down on you both. All the best, D.’
Veronica attempts to put the card back in the envelope unsuccessfully through her teary vision. “Mac, could you put that back in there please? And hand me a tissue?” Veronica asks softly.
“Sure.” Mac replaces the card in it’s envelope.
“Veronica, are you okay?” Parker asks delicately.
Veronica takes a deep breath, dabs her eyes careful not to smear her make-up and regains her composure. “I’m good. I’m real good. Thanks.” She reaches for Parker’s gift.
“Oh Geez.” Veronica peeks into the bag and pulls out a light blue lace garter. She twirls it around her index finger. “Let me guess, something blue?”
“See, I knew you were traditional after all.” Parker says. She leans over and kisses Veronica on the cheek. “Good luck. You look wonderful. I’m going to go spy on the guys now.” Parker smiles and turns to leave the small room.
“Parker.” Veronica calls. “Could you please take this up to Logan while you’re spying on the guys?” Veronica gives Parker a small, soft smile.
“Sure. See you later.” Parker leaves to visit the groomsmen upstairs.
Mac helps Veronica with the garter. Placing a garter on your thigh wearing a floor-length, tapered cut dress becomes a two-person job, especially if you’re pregnant and wearing heels.
Mac asks as she helps with the garter. “So you have something blue, the garter from Parker. Do you have something borrowed?”
“Yes, Wallace’s Grandmother’s pearl earrings.” She tilts her head to show the antique earrings in her ears.
“How about something new?”
“The heart pendant from Logan.” Veronica touches the necklace with her fingertips.
“Okay, Borrowed, Blue, Old, New. What’s your old thing?”
Keith taps the door and enters addressing the girls, seeing something that the father-of-the-bride should not see would not fair well for his old aching heart today.
“Daddy” Veronica whines. Keith’s heart breaks a little bit more. “I don’t have anything old.”
“You have me. I’m old.” He jokes.
“Yeah but that won’t work. I need it to be on my person during the ceremony or it’s bad luck.” She scoffs. “Geez, Dad, you think you would know these things.” They share a smile.
“Would Logan have something in his suite that is old you could pin to your dress or something?” Mac questions.
“I’ve got an idea. I’ll be right back.” Keith escapes the girls in search of something old in Logan’s room.
Keith taps on the door to the suite and enters addressing the guys out of courtesy. Guys are guys and he wasn’t going to have a heart attack if he saw Wallace without pants.
Logan was almost dressed completely with the exception of his jacket. Wallace was ready and waiting patiently on the sofa watching a basketball game. Dick, on the other hand, was finishing a sandwich wearing only boxers and a white undershirt.
Keith looks Dick up and down. “You think it might be time to get dressed?”
Dick continues to stuff his sandwich in his mouth and says, “’m us’d ta uttin ‘n a ‘nkey suit on’t git yo’r ‘ant’s ‘n a ‘unch ‘ude.”
Keith looks at Wallace for clarification. Wallace shrugs. Logan yells from the other room. “He said ‘I’m used to putting on a monkey suit. Don’t get your pants in a bunch, Dude.’”
Keith just shakes his head and continues on his mission to find something old. He walks into Logan and Veronica’s room and looks around.
“Can I help you?” Logan looks at him skeptically with one eyebrow raised.
Keith didn’t look at Logan. “I’m looking for something old.” He continues on the hunt. “You know, something old, something new,…”
“… Something borrowed, something blue. Yeah, I know the rhyme.” Logan finishes Keith’s sentence.
“A-ha!” Keith walks to Veronica’s bedside table and holds up a picture of the fab four at Homecoming. “Can I borrow this picture?”
“I guess. It’s Ronnie’s picture.”
“What do you think if we pin it to the underside of the her dress?” Keith raises his eyebrows in question.
Logan looks at Keith endearingly. “That would be very special for both Veronica and me.” He blinks back tears and walks into the bathroom leaving Keith standing in the bedroom.
“Okay, I’m heading downstairs again. Any messages for the bride, mother-of-the-man-of-honor or the maid-of-honor?” Keith speaks to all three young men.
“Tell her I love her.” Logan yells from the bathroom.
Keith looks at Wallace sitting on the sofa.
“Tell her I love her.” Wallace smirks. “My mom, not V. Logan will kick my ass if I got mixed up his wife.” He draws out the last two words.
Keith looks toward Dick beginning to dress in his bedroom.
“Tell her I love her.” Dick snarks with puckered lips. Logan quietly walks out of his room and stands near Keith, watching Dick button his tuxedo shirt.
Dick continues not noticing Logan. “I’m not scared of that pansy ass. I can take Logan if I ha-…” He looks up and sees Logan’s ‘yeah right’ expression. Dick laughs nervously and proceeds fastening his shirt.
“Alright. If I’m not back before the ceremony…” Keith turns to Logan and places his hands on Logan’s shoulders. “Good luck, Son. Just remember she loves you and I have a license to use my gun.” Keith smiles. Logan swallows audibly.
“Don’t be nervous. It’s only the rest of your life.” Logan’s face begins to pale.
Keith pats his shoulder supportively. “You’ll be fine. Just remember to breathe. I don’t need a son-in-law fainting at his own wedding.”
Logan turns the sides of his mouth up slightly and Keith leaves to give Veronica something old.
Keith passes Parker in the hallway. “That room there.” Keith points to Logan, Dick and Veronica’s suite.
“Oh, thank you.” Parker smiles graciously and knocks on the Presidential Suite’s door.
Wallace answers the door and looks at Parker with a confused look. “What are you doing here Parker? The girls are getting ready downstairs.”
“I’ve been sent to give this to Logan.” Parker hands the envelope to Wallace. Wallace doesn’t take the card.
“Why don’t you come in and give it to him yourself.” Wallace ushers her into the room with his hand.
Parker looks around the Suite uncomfortably.
Wallace points to Logan and Veronica’s bedroom.
Parker slowly walks to their bedroom and knocks on the open door. “Logan?”
Logan comes out of the bathroom fiddling with his sleeve. “Hey, Parker. What are you doing here? The girls are getting ready downstairs.”
“I know. I’m here to give you this. Veronica asked me to give it to you. It was stuck to the door of the set-up room she’s in.”
“Huh.” Logan exhales, takes the card from Parker’s hand and reads it carefully. He takes a deep breath to calm his breathing and wipes tears from his eyes as he slides the card into this inside breast pocket.
He clears his throat a few times. “Where did you say you got that?” Logan runs his fingers through his hair roughly.
“I gave Veronica a light blue garter.” Parker explains.
Logan’s eyes widen with the thought of a garter on Veronica’s upper thigh. I’ll have to remember to find that garter later on tonight. “Let me guess, something blue?”
“Yep.” Parker smiles bright. “And as I was going into the room, I noticed that card taped to the door. No one was around so I don’t know who put it there.” Parker shrugs. “I should let you get ready. Good luck.”
“Thanks Parker. I appreciate that you made a special trip up here to deliver that letter to me.” Logan smiles genuinely.
Parker turns to leave the suite then stops and turns to Logan again. “By the way, Veronica looks stunning.” Parker leaves the suite and Logan’s heart skips a beat.
Keith taps the door and enters addressing the girls again. You can never be too sure. He thinks. “I found something old.” He presents Veronica with the picture of the fab four. “We’ll pin it to the underside of your dress.”
Veronica snatches her father up in her arms so quickly he couldn’t react. She is choking him with the force behind her hug.
“Daddy, this is perfect. How does Logan feel about having this stuck to my dress?” She bats tears away from falling.
“I think his exact words were ‘That would be very special for both Veronica and me.’ Then he ran to the bathroom sobbing.” Keith laughs at his own joke.
“Don’t quit the day job.” Mac snarks.
“Oh yeah, and I have messages from the guys.” He turns to Veronica. “Logan says he loves you.” Veronica sniffs.
He turns to Alicia. “Wallace says he loves you.” Alicia cries freely into a tissue.
He turns to Veronica again. “Dick says he loves you and he can take that pansy ass Logan if he has to.” Keith shakes his head. Veronica crinkles her brow in confusion.
“What about the maid-of-honor? No one loves me?” Mac pouts.
“I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” Keith, Veronica and Alicia all say in unison. Mac smiles.
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Keith tightens his hold on Veronica’s arm. Mac and Wallace are standing in front of them ready to march down the aisle, outside the Seashell Room’s French doors. Keith can hear Veronica taking deep breaths and he watches her fidget with her necklace nervously. “Honey, Logan is just as nervous as you are. Calm down, you’ll be fine.” He pats her intertwined arm with his hand. “He loves you. You love him. End of story. Enjoy the wedding.”
Veronica releases a huge sigh. “You’re right.” She turns her head slightly toward her father. “I love you.”
He slightly turns his head to her and responds with a big smile. “Who’s your daddy?”
“Arg.” The bride grunts. “I hate it when you say that.”
Veronica runs her hands down the front of her dress to straighten out any nonexistent wrinkles. Her bright white, classic gown is strapless and very form fitting. The prominent pregnancy bump is visible but could easily be hidden behind her flowers. The lone detail on the entire dress is a small ribbon flower over her right breast at the edge of the bodice. The skirt falls to the floor with a small amount of volume, mostly as a result of the layers of puffy tool underneath. Her dress has a small train that accents the straight cut of the front beautifully. The heart-shaped pendant drops perfectly around her neck pointing to her cleavage.
Veronica’s hair is pulled back loosely in a pearl barrette. A few curls fall to her shoulders for dramatic effect as she looks through a chin-length blusher veil.
They can hear the string quartet growing louder. Mac looks over her shoulder. “That’s our cue.” She smiles and nods at Wallace. The French doors open and Mac and Wallace walk toward the altar arm-in-arm.
Logan shifts his weight side-to-side waiting for a glimpse of Veronica. He tries to wipe his sweaty palms on his tuxedo pants subtly and takes a deep breath when he sees Mac and Wallace approaching.
“Whoa.” Dick says quietly when he sees Mac walking toward himself and Logan. He suddenly forgot he’s standing in front of a large group of people and couldn’t take his eyes off of Mac.
Logan smirks when he hears Dick’s reaction to Mac. When his eyes finally see Veronica in her wedding dress holding her father’s arm at the other end of the aisle, Logan’s face breaks into an enormous, toothy, thousand-watt smile. Veronica returns his smile equally as enormous and begins her march toward him never breaking eye contact.
Veronica and Keith stop in front of Logan. Keith lifts Veronica’s veil carefully and folds it over her head before giving her a strong kiss on the cheek as his hands squeeze hers tightly. He slowly turns to Logan and places Veronica’s dainty hand into his strong hand, patting them together as he turns to sit next to Alicia.
Logan and Veronica share a moment looking into each other’s eyes, feeling each other’s hands in their own, and calming their emotions before beginning their wedding ceremony.
Their vows are short and sweet, in the love, honor and cherish variety and the entire ceremony lasts about twenty minutes ending with a searing kiss that lingers a little too long for Keith’s taste.
The bride and groom face the wedding guests as the minister announces them. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Logan Echolls.”
Veronica and Logan beam with excitement as the crowd stands and applaud the couple.
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Veronica plops down in an open seat to the side of the dance floor exhausted from dancing the night away. She waves her hand at her face to circulate the airflow around her hot body.
Dick mimics Veronica’s plop in to the seat next to the bride. “Geez. This is the first time I could break away from Parker all night. She’s a dancing machine.”
“Parker must be off her Ridalin.” Veronica jokes. Dick smiles looking at Parker and the spot he just left until Mac walks in his line of sight. His eyes follow her path.
“See sompin’ you like?” Veronica raises an eyebrow in question.
“Oh yeah.” Dick watches Mac’s hips and butt move to the music. Veronica clears her throat and snaps Dick’s attention off the dancing maid-of-honor. He has the courtesy to look embarrassed and suddenly his hands are very interesting.
“You requested smokin’ hot bridesmaids. I guess I delivered.” Veronica says softly.
Weevil glides up behind the two chairs that Veronica and Dick are sitting in unnoticed.
Dick rubs his hands on his pants and turns to Veronica. “Want somethin’ to drink?” Over her shoulder he sees Weevil lurking.
“I’ll have a beer.” Weevil answers Dick’s question holding up his empty beer bottle. Veronica twists around finally noticing Weevil standing behind her when he speaks. Weevil finishes his directive. “And I’m guessing blondie will have something non-alcoholic.” Weevil dips his chin and bats his eyelashes toward Veronica.
“Yeah, don’t think I was askin’ you, Paco. Don’t you have some pots to scrub or something?” Dick says turning up his nose and marching to the bar.
Veronica pats the seat Dick just vacated. “Eli, my friend. Come. Sit.”
Weevil follows her instructions and sits. He remains silent, leaning forward on his knees and rolling with the empty beer bottle in his hands. Veronica is leaning back in her chair, resting her elbow on the back of Weevil’s chair and her chin in her palm. “Who told you I was pregnant?”
Weevil glances over his shoulder when she speaks then shifts back in his chair. Their bodies are close to each other. Veronica can feel Weevil’s shoulder against her bent arm. If he turns his head in her direction, they could bump heads. It’s an intimate position between two strictly platonic friends discussing a private matter in a rather loud party.
He picks at the label of his beer bottle. “I hear things, V.” He pauses. “I saw the spat with rich boy then a couple weeks later there’s a wedding. Where I come from that says knocked up.”
She nods thinking about his words.
“It wasn’t the ‘Baby on Board’ sign hanging in my car?” She snarks.
“Yeah, well I hope you’re takin’ care of yourself. Let your dad do the spyin’ shit now.”
“Do you actually think Logan or my dad would let me get near any investigations? No.” She frowns. “They take all the fun out of the P.I. biz.”
Logan sees Veronica and Weevil sitting rather close across the room and decides to see if his wife needs anything. I’m not jealous. She could be thirsty. He convinces himself as he makes his way around the dance floor.
Weevil chuckles and shakes his head. “Your gonna be a mom, V. How crazy is that?”
“Pretty damn crazy.”
Weevil sees Logan approaching them and notices Veronica and Logan exchange a sultry look.
“Well, you look happy even with Richie Rich here.” He stands, puffs his chest and glares at Logan.
“That’s Mr. Richie Rich to you, Weevs.” Logan takes Veronica’s hand and helps her from her seat, kissing the back of her hand. Weevil rolls his eyes.
“I’m gonna head out, V.” Weevil kisses Veronica’s cheek. “Thanks for inviting me.” He faces Logan and offers his hand for a fist bump.
Logan bumps his fist and smiles. “Leave the silver or Robert, the head of security, will have his way with you.” Logan tilts his head in thought. “Come to think of it, he looks like your type.”
Weevil leaves the banquet room and the new husband and wife join other couples on the dance floor, swaying to a slow song.
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The majority of their honeymoon they have spent naked. They’ve christened every room in the three-bedroom cabin and many of the viable surfaces. The kitchen counter was fun until Veronica managed to put her hair in a puddle of soda. The bearskin rug in front of the fireplace was exciting until the fur got too sticky against their sweaty bodies.
When a break from naughty, naked time was needed in order to maintain their ability to walk, they liked to walk along the lake or watch life pass by from a prime table at the village coffee shop. Veronica perused the upscale boutiques while they waited for Logan’s bindings to be attached to his new snowboard. He squeezed in a few hours on the slopes while Veronica read fireside in the ski lodge. He would of loved to teach her to snowboard but being pregnant, he wasn’t going to take the risk.
All in all, they were having a fabulous time spending time together on their not-a-honeymoon. The real honeymoon would be a few weeks in Europe when their lives were less hectic.
Logan is sitting on the sofa reading a snowboard magazine patiently waiting for Veronica to finish preparing for an elegant dinner out in downtown Aspen. It is their last night in Aspen and a fancy evening out seems fitting.
Veronica stands at the archway of the large, open living room striking her sexiest pose. After a few seconds of going unnoticed she clears her throat.
Logan breaks his attention from his magazine and discards it on the coffee table. “Wow!”
She sashays toward the sofa channeling every model she’s ever seen. “You like?” She purrs as she bends over, pushing her ass in the air and arching her back, to look at the page that held Logan’s undivided attention, giving him a clear view down her dress.
His eyes travel from her cleavage down her black lace cocktail dress over her tone legs to her black “fuck me” high heels and back up to her eyes. “Why don’t I bend you over this table and you’ll know how much I like.” He growls as his erection grows harder as he speaks.
Veronica sees what peaked Logan’s interest in the magazine. Of course it is a tall, thin blonde model wearing a barely there bikini, the newest ski goggles and nothing else.
“Isn’t she cold skiing in only a bikini?” She steps closer to him and he pulls her onto his lap.
“Oh, I hope so.” Logan glances at the woman in the advertisement and back to Veronica with a big smile. “Jealous?”
“Should I be?”
Logan grazes his fingertips down her cheek. “Can’t a girl make an honest living? She’s just trying to sell a few pairs of goggles for goodness sakes.” He says innocently.
“And I left my string bikini at home. Rats!” She snaps in frustration.
He nuzzles his face in her neck and kisses down to her collarbone. “You’re the one that will be coming… [kiss] over… [kiss] and over… [kiss] and over… [kiss] in my bed every night.” He says provocatively running his tongue down her jawline.
“Mr. Echolls, if we’re going to make that fancy smancy dinner reservation, we need to go now.” She moves her chin for better access.
“How ‘bout we have dessert first, Mrs. Echolls?” He continues his assault on her neck.
“If we leave now, I promise a sexy surprise for you later.” She climbs out of his lap and adjusts her dress.
He stands and adjusts his rock hard erection. “What kind of sexy surprise?” He says helping her pull her coat over her shoulders.
“Here’s a preview.” She moves her coat to the side and lifts her dress to show black lacey garter belt.
He takes a deep breath to clear his head and will his painful hard-on down. He grabs her shoulders from behind and shoves her playfully toward the door. “Move your ass, Woman. We’ve gotta go to dinner and cum for dessert.”
Part 14
A/N3: Well, there it is, the wedding. I hope it didn’t disappoint.