Reconciliation

BECCA

^~THREE MONTHS LATER~^

Oh, God! We will be late! Logan wasn’t at home, while I was freaking out, pacing back and forth in the living room.

We were planning to leave the house 30 minutes ago, and here I am, going nuts. He wasn’t picking up his phone, which also wasn’t very reassuring. I glanced at our suitcases packed and just waiting for us to take them. Okay, Rebecca, breathe!

I turned around and went to the kitchen. I had gotten used to this house as if I had been living here my whole life. I could find almost everything. I knew our neighbors and where the closest store would be for buying goods.

And most importantly, I knew every little detail about my man, and I was still completely in love with him.

I knew how to cook for him so that he would purr like a big kitten, enjoying my meals. I knew how to make him relax in a few seconds just by massaging the back of his neck with my fingertips. I knew when he felt pain after practices or games, even if he was still trying to hide it from me.

I knew his favorite books, movies, and places in Philly. I knew all of his closest friends, and I was in a really good relationship with his parents. I knew all of his flaws, and still—he was the most perfect man that I had ever met. He was my one and only, and I loved him even stronger with each day.

“Rebecca? Babe?”

I heard his voice and hurriedly left the kitchen. Logan was standing in the middle of the hallway. He was wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants. He smiled at me as soon as our eyes locked. “I'm sorry. I know that I'm late. I was just too busy, something came up unexpectedly and...”

“Logan, you could have picked up your phone at least. I was worried.”

I came closer to him, and he immediately took me in his arms, pressing me to him. I inhaled his cologne. I bought it for him on his birthday because I fell in love with this Versace Eros aroma, and damn, how well it suited him.

“I guess we'll need to change our tickets?”

“Why? If we leave the house right now, we'll be just on time. Do you still have something to do?”

“No. I was waiting for you and…”

“Rebecca, Paris is waiting for us. I know that you've been there before, but trust me... You haven't seen anything yet.”

I looked up at him and saw a mischievous glint in his eyes. Logan bent down and kissed me. I closed my eyes, instantly enjoying the caress of his lips on mine.

And it was like that every day. I could lose myself in his arms, in his kisses, and I would still want more. Much more. I craved this man.

“Babe, are you sure you chose comfortable clothes for the plane? It’s a transatlantic flight, and you're in your jeans and this cute red sweater.”

“Nope. I won’t let you lecture me on my clothes. I know you like it. My boobs look amazing in this sweater.”

“I'm not complaining. Your pretty ass looks perfect in jeans too. But Becca, we'll be sitting for almost 12 hours!”

“Logan, do you know me well?”

“Pretty sure, yeah.”

“Was I ever unprepared?”

“Never.”

“Then shut up and let’s go.”

Logan laughed, took both of our suitcases, and went outside the house. I followed him, closing the door behind us.

He was right when he said that we would be just in time. In two hours, we were already in the air, flying to Chicago to catch our flight to Paris. A big, happy smile played on my lips. Even my cheekbones hurt from all the laughter we shared.

It was our first time traveling together, and I honestly couldn’t be happier than I am right now.

I had a very hard time trying to fall asleep. Yes, the seats were more than comfortable, and the stewards were very nice, but I was too excited.

I wanted time to go faster. Logan was soundly asleep near me. He had gotten up very early, so I wasn't surprised. Besides, this man can fall asleep in any possible circumstance.

These three months have been a total whirlwind. We went together to my parents' house to pick up my clothes and some of my things. Logan has apologized almost a hundred times. But in truth, I am to blame much more than he is.

I believed this nasty woman blindly when, in reality, I should have asked Logan for explanations. When we left my parents, my mom was totally in love with him. Dad tried to stay immune to Logan's charisma, but even he eventually failed.

Now they are like two buddies, talking about everything, discussing sports, and laughing while drinking proper drinks.

A week ago, Kate gave birth to a lovely boy. Tim asked for permission to name his firstborn, and she eagerly agreed. Now she is sending me photos of her red-headed baby named Philipp. After all these troubles and tears, she and Tim are incredibly happy, and it is a fantastic feeling.

Understanding that my friend finally received the gift she was praying for was one of the happiest moments of my life.

Chase and I weren't talking that much as we were used to. But still, twice a week for a few hours, it was our habit, and we couldn't do anything about it.

Oh, I forgot to mention, but Jenny is pregnant, and this time everything is going very well, and it is already the third month. Guess their vacation to LA did the trick. Well, and their visit to Logan and me.

I was a little worried about the first meeting between my best friend and my boyfriend. But in the end, I worried for nothing. Chase and Logan hit it off from the minute I introduced them to each other.

They have a lot in common, they like the same things, and it is something that amuses me damn well.

Jenny said with laughter that she, for example, wasn't surprised at all. She said that it was only logical since both men were my best friends and were able to understand me that well. She had a point, though.

I was able to reconnect with Lily. She was very upset when I decided to cut her out of my life and very angry at me for refusing to give Logan the benefit of the doubt. This time, it was me who needed to apologize to her.

Thankfully, Lily was always quick to forgive, and besides, she was too happy for Logan and me. She tried to be cold with me, but she failed within a few minutes, breaking into a big and cheerful smile.

She and John were living together in an apartment in the city center. They were happy and in love, enjoying their life as a family. They wanted children, but not that soon. And I can honestly relate to that.

I knew that I loved Logan and wanted to spend my life with him, but I wasn’t ready to start a family. We weren’t even engaged; how could we think about babies?

The only person who was giving me grim thoughts was Drew. He was trying with all his might to distance himself from Logan and me.

Yes, he talked with Logan over the phone. He even visited us a few times. But he never stayed at our house. He barely talked or looked at me. And I was very sad about it because I knew he still wasn’t okay, he was still getting used to Logan and me being together.

Oh, and since that night three months ago, he hadn’t drunk a thing in my presence.

I know for sure that Drew apologized to Logan. He apologized for all the words he told me about him, for all the stories he told me to make me upset. He acted jealously and selfishly, and he is ready to acknowledge it.

Logan wasn’t happy when he heard what exactly Drew told me, but he decided to forgive his best friend because they were like brothers to each other and for a very long time.

I would be happy to hear that Drew met someone. That he was in love. But nope. He continued this mindless journey of lust and sex. He used girls he met for sex only.

He bought expensive gifts for them and expected them not to bother him. And these girls were ready to do everything for him. It was disgusting because it was just unfair for how he wasted his time. He could be so caring and so sweet, but now he was living like an emotionless jerk.

I sighed and turned around for the millionth time. These thoughts weren’t helping. It would be even more challenging to fall asleep.

“Becca…” Logan said, opening one of his eyes. “Babe, why are you still awake?”

“I was too excited.” I smiled at him and placed my hand on his face. “Did I wake you up?”

“Yeah.” Logan yawned and took my hand in his. “Sleep, babe.”

Logan took my palm to his face and kissed each of my fingertips. Afterward, he entwined our fingers and closed his eyes. I chuckled because, in a few minutes, he was already asleep. I leaned in to his face and kissed his lips. Only then was I able to fall asleep.