AUTHOR'S NOTES:

I thought the epilogue should only be in Veronica's POV, since that's where the show started. I don't plan on continuing this story beyond this part, but I do have a few other story ideas swimming around in my head. You never know with me! There's a few more notes at the end of the story. Thank you for reading!

March 2022

"Are you sure you wanna spend our anniversary with other people?" Logan put a tie around his neck and started tying it. "I'm all for having a housewarming party, but maybe we should've had it next week?"

"Our anniversary is tomorrow," I reminded him from the bathroom.

"We could start celebrating early," he suggested.

"I think it's good to have it tonight," I came out of the bathroom and turned around so Logan could zip my dress up. "I've been dying to tell everyone, anyway. This way we can do it all at once."

"You look beautiful," Logan smiled at me. "Maybe we should rethink the party because-"

I silenced him with a kiss. "Aren't I the one who's supposed to be crazy horny in the second trimester?"

"I thought you were always crazy horny," Logan said. The doorbell rang before we could continue that conversation.

Logan kissed the tip of my nose. "To be continued?"

"Yeah. Go get the door, I'll be right down," I told Logan and he called out to Pony to stop barking.

I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time and slipped into a pair of silver wedges. My red dress flowed just enough that my tiny baby bump wasn't obvious unless you were looking for it.

I came downstairs to find my dad and Pony playing tug-o-war with a large pink and blue striped rope. Logan was watching them with an amused look on his face.

"I didn't even get a 'hello', he goes right for the dog," Logan teased.

My dad got up and gave me a hug, even though Pony whined and pushed the rope against his leg. "Hi, honey. You look beautiful. How are you feeling?"

"A lot better now that the projectile vomiting phase is over. Lorena couldn't come?"

"No, she's working the night shift this month. But I might have let the big news slip and she sends her congratulations."

The doorbell rang again just as the oven timer went off. Logan insisted on having the dinner catered so I wouldn't have to cook but he did let me make a few desserts.

"You get the door,' I told him. "I'll get the cupcakes."

Dad looked up from Pony again. "There's cupcakes?"

I ignored him and went into the kitchen. I overheard Mac and her new boyfriend Dayton talking and a minute later I had company in the kitchen.

"Happy anniversary! I brought champagne and-" Mac took one look at me and her mouth dropped. "And you won't be drinking any, will you?"

"What makes you say that?" I asked innocently. The doorbell rang again and the catcalls I heard could only mean that Dick and his ho-of-the-week had arrived.

"Veronica. You might be able to hide under the sweaters and tops you wear at work-and yes I noticed that red one last week was Logan's-but you can't hide it in that dress. How far along are you?"

"Shhhhh," I said. "Only my dad knows."

"Dick's too self involved to even pay attention to us," Mac said, but she lowered her voice. She seemed to just notice the bite-sized cupcakes I was setting on a cooling rack. "Those smell amazing. Do you need any help?"

"There's a cinnamon-sugar shaker on the counter over there, if you wanna start coating these with it."

"Are these Mexican chocolate cupcakes?'

"Yeah. I've been craving so much spicy stuff lately and when I found this recipe I just had to try them." The doorbell rang yet again and I started to think that Logan may have been right when he suggested we forgo the traditional dinging bell for one of those fancy video setups that buzzed or sang when someone arrived.

"Did you taste test the batter?"

"I taste-tested the recipe! I made them last week and they're incredible. I made Logan take most of them to the base so I wouldn't eat them all."

"I smell chocolate!" Shae bounced into the kitchen and set her eyes right on the cupcakes. "Those look incredible."

"Mmmm," Mac said with her mouth full. "They are."

"No fair," Shae came over and scooped one up.

I shook my head at them. "You guys are worse than Logan."

"Can I help you with anything?" Shae asked after I swatted her hand away from a second cupcake.

"I don't think so. The cookies I made are already on the island and I'm not gonna take the mini cheesecakes outta the fridge until we're ready to eat them."

"You made mini cheesecakes?" Mac asked. She and Shae both looked shocked and exchanged a look.

"Yeah, why?"

"When did you become Martha Stewart?" Shae eyed me suspiciously.

"I've been on a baked goods kick lately," I shrugged. The doorbell rang yet again and I started clearing off the counter. "That's probably the caterers."

"You had dinner catered?" Mac tried to a sneak around me for another cupcake.

"Just have a cookie," Shae told her. "These are chocolate-caramel-toffee."

Logan brought the caterers in then and I shooed everyone out to the living room so they could set up. I noticed that Shae grabbed another cookie on her way out.

"You won't even have room for dinner," I said.

"Eating dessert first is more fun."

She wasn't wrong there. Logan wrapped his arm around my waist and looked at me. "Now?" he mouthed and I nodded.

"You guys haven't seen the place since it was finished," Logan said. "Do you want a tour?"

Everyone followed us as we showed them how we turned what used to be a downstairs bedroom into a joint office. The outside staircase was now indoors and led to the third floor, where the master bedroom and bath were. Our old apartment was now the second floor, housing the main bathroom, the guest room, and the surprise we wanted to share with everyone.

"This was kind of an add-on," Logan said, opening the door to the nursery. Mac and Shae followed me in and both Wallace and Dick hung in the doorway, peering in. Dayton was in the hall discussing sports with my dad, who'd already seen the nursery.

"You're pregnant?" Shae exclaimed.

"Oh man, this means the end of your sex life, dude!" Dick exclaimed.

"I got it," Wallace said and socked Dick in the shoulder.

"Thanks," Logan said appreciatively.

Everyone took turns hugging me and telling me how great I looked and asking how I was feeling.

"I don't wanna jump to any conclusions," Wallace said, "But I'm guessing the pink ponies everywhere mean you're having a girl."

"Yes, we are." Logan protectively wrapped an arm around my waist. "She's due August eighteenth."

"How are your cravings?" Shae asked. "Mine were horrible all through my second trimester."

"They're pretty insane lately. All spicy foods and salty stuff. French fries, pretzel bites."

The caterers rang bells then, signaling that dinner was ready and everyone headed back down the stairs. I noticed Wallace hanging back and then he wrapped me in another hug.

"I'm really happy for you, V."

"Thanks, Wallace."

I could tell he wanted to say something else but I waved him off. I knew what he was going to bring up, but it didn't matter. I'm a different person now, and even if I wasn't, it wasn't like I was holding the fact that he told me-on more than one occasion-not to have kids against him. "Come on, I'm starving."

"How is it that we didn't do any cooking but we still have mounds of dishes?" I closed the loaded dishwasher and turned it on. "We have enough for at least another load," I surveyed the stacks of plates and silverware and clusters of glasses.

"We didn't cook but we did eat," Logan pointed out.

"True," I turned out the main lights, leaving the rest until tomorrow. I peeked in the living room to see Pony asleep on her bed, the rope from Dad tangled underneath her. I started to say something and a yawn came out instead.

"Come on sleepyhead," Logan picked me up bridegroom style. "Time for bed."

"I don't wanna sleep," I ran a hand over his chest. "I wanna celebrate."

"Plenty of time for that tomorrow," Logan kissed my forehead. "You need your rest."

I wanted to protest, but I was exhausted. He set me down carefully on the foot of the bed and reached down to pull my shoes off.

"I could've just kicked them," I said, giggling.

"Then I couldn't have done this," Logan kissed the arch of my left, then my right foot.

"I thought you thought I needed rest," I arched an eyebrow at him.

"You do. Stand up."

I stood and he unzipped my dress and helped me out of it. I pulled him down for a long kiss and whined when he pulled away.

"Pajamas," he went to the dresser and took out a pair of red satin pjs. He handed them to me and gave me a gentle kiss. "I'll be right back."

He went into the bathroom while I changed. He came out a minute later with his shirt in his hands.

"Oh that's just not playing fair," I said, grabbing his ass I crossed by him on my way to pee.

"Playing fair is no fun," he called after me.

When I came back in the bedroom he was sitting on the bed in just a pair of grey pajama pants, looking at his phone.

"What's so interesting?" I crawled across the bed and snuggled next to him.

"It's actually not interesting at all. It's an article about how people purposely pick baby names based on how popular they are."

"So they want their kid to be one of ten Jacobs in their class?"

Logan shrugged. "Apparently."

"What else is on there?"

Logan titled the phone as he scrolled. "Sophia, Emily, Emma, Michael, Mason, Cole. Noah, Finn, Taylor."

"Pass on all of those."

"It would be cruel to name a girl Finn."

"Ha ha." I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"And down here it lists some of the least popular names."

"Onia?" I read. "Who would name their kid Onia?"

"It's pronounced like Anya."

"Still awful."

Logan put his phone on the nightstand and turned off the light. "You know, eventually we're going to have to agree on a name."

"I thought we did agree. Shannon."

"When did we agree on Shannon?"

"The night my dad came over to watch college basketball. After he left I was talking about 90210 and we both liked the name Shannon."

"When have you ever talked about 90210?" Logan laughed.

"We wanted something neither trendy or common. We wanted something that goes well with Lilly. I thought Shannon was perfect."

"I feel like I slept through this conversation." Logan yawned. "Are you sure you didn't dream it?"

"Fairly certain because we talked about whether or not Lilly Shannon sounded better than Shannon Lilly?"

"Oh, that I remember," Logan said. "Honestly I'm not sure about the name."

"We don't have a ton of time left to discuss it. And I kinda want to start referring to the baby by name."

Logan's hand traveled from my side to rest on my stomach. "What do you think, Baby Girl? Do you wanna be Shannon?"

"We could always go back to Delilah," I teased. For the first three hours or so we knew we were having a girl, we'd talked about the name Delilah. But after Logan sang the song to me I couldn't unhear it and that name went out the window.

"No, Delilah Echolls sounds like a porn star in the making."

We agreed to choose a name the next day and I drifted off hearing the old Plain White Ts song in my head. I started to dream of a baby floating around on a cloud. I asked her what her name was and when I woke up with a start, I knew that a) I needed to pee and b) our daughter had just told me what her name was going to be.

Even though it was two am, I woke Logan when I got back from the bathroom.

"What are you craving?" he asked, starting to get up.

"Nothing, I'm not craving anything. Well that's not true, I should go downstairs for some popcorn. But that's not why I woke you."

"Then what's up?" his eyes were already closed again.

"I know what the baby's name is."

"How?" Logan asked after a yawn.

"She told me."

Logan opened one eye, then the other and tried to focus on me. "Are you serious?"

"I saw a baby in my dream, and she told me her name. I think it was our baby telling us what to name her."

"And what did she tell you her name was?"

"Sabrina."

Logan sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at me. "Sabrina Echolls. I kinda like it."

"I kinda love it."

Logan put both his hands on my stomach. "Sabrina? Sabrina, are you in there?"

She responded by kicking me, hard.

"I guess that's her name," Logan leaned over and kissed my stomach, then my lips.

"Can we celebrate now?" I asked Logan, smirking.

"Not at two am. You need to sleep."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Spoilsport."

"Plenty of time for that tomorrow," Logan turned the light off and laid back down. I snuggled against him and drifted back to sleep quickly.

This time I dreamed of a little girl chasing Pony on the beach. She had long blonde curls and big brown eyes. I saw Logan scoop her into his arms and kiss her cheeks as she squealed. I know all parents say their children are perfect, but Sabrina Lilly Echolls actually is.

When Logan set her down, he pointed something out to her in the sand. She picked it up and then ran towards me, arms outstretched.

"Look, Mama!" Sabrina squealed. "A seashell."

"It's beautiful."

"It's perfect," she corrected. She'd just learned that word and said it about everything. I watched her play with her dog and her daddy and thought that she might be right.

Finally, after all the pain and turmoil and utter crap that followed me for so many years, finally, everything was perfect.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Okay so when I started writing this, I knew two things emphatically. 1) that Logan would NOT be dead and 2) that I wanted to give Logan and Veronica a perfect, shiny happy-go-lucky ending. I wanted it to be like a big fat CUSS YOU ROB THOMAS because you know what? He didn't HAVE to give us a perfect "happily ever after" to leave Logan and Veronica alone. Relationships don't have to be perfect, rarely are perfect. Rob didn't have to do what he did. So dammit I did this just to spite him. I made everything perfect. And I wish he knew it! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!