Happy 15th anniversary to my first fanfic ever, Knowing the Difference. ❤️ Credit to @lilamadison11 for the art.
Here's a little snippet from the unpublished epilogue:
He found Veronica in one of their barely used downstairs powder rooms after several minutes of searching. She was standing in front of the vanity and dabbing a wet towel against the bottom of her dress. She glanced up at him as he approached.
“Juice,” she corrected. “Amelia’s still working on that whole hand-eye thing.” Veronica tossed the paper towel into the trash can beside the sink and turned to face him. “Is it me or does it seem like there are more kids here than adults?”
“Not just you,” he said. “I feel like I’m at a Chuck E. Cheese.”
“Right?” Veronica laughed. “Well, hopefully we won’t be outnumbered for long. The rest of our adult-sized friends should be on their way soon.”
“Good.” Logan leaned against the door frame, looking down at Veronica. “Speaking of our friends,” he began casually, “what do you think about Mac and Casey?”
“Not quite as delicious as mac and cheese, but a very close second.”
“I’m serious.” He took another sip of his beer. “You think they’re crazy to get hitched?”
Veronica shrugged. “Not crazy, but…” She trailed off, glancing at the open doorway before continuing in a lowered tone. “They’re kind of young, don’t you think? I mean, they’re a great couple and I’m happy for them, don’t get me wrong. But what’s the rush?”
Logan studied her in silence for a few seconds before replying. “You really think age makes that big of a difference? You don’t think it’s possible to just know?”
Logan set his beer down on the counter and walked forward slowly. He stopped in front of Veronica, looking directly into her eyes. “I’ve known I loved you since I was sixteen. Are you saying you still aren’t sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. That’s not-“
“Then say it,” he requested. “You never say it.”
Veronica’s mouth opened and shut, a snappy comeback dying on her lips. “I love you,” she said softly.
She smirked, a mischievous gleam replacing the fleeting solemnity in her blue eyes. “From the depths of the Mariana Trench to the seas of Jupiter.”
“There are no seas on Jupiter,” he pointed out.
“There’s just no pleasing you, is there?”
He smiled, tipping her chin up and kissing her lips. “Oh, on the contrary,” he replied. “You do an excellent job pleasing me.”
