I decided this is the last chapter. It's a great one, though! :)

Logan's eyes wondered around the crowd in the pews, seeing some relatives he knew, some he didn't know, and some that were James' but would soon be his own.

"PST!"

Logan's head slowly turned to Carlos at the other side of the altar, where he would be James' best man. He flashed a cheesy grin and thumbs up against his chest before the next song started and all attention turned to the opening church doors.

Logan's heart exploded with anticipation.

Bright spring light and a slight breeze flowed into the little church as James and his mother stood in the doorway.

Logan physically felt the air rush from his lungs as the silhouette of his soon-to-be-husband turned to an image. A grinning image of a well-groomed man in a white tuxedo and blue tie, with his mother on his arm, making eye contact with nearly every guest staring at him like he was the beautiful bride in a princess gown.

Logan heard Carlos let out a low whistle and he couldn't have said it better himself.

What the guests and James' mother saw, but not Logan or anyone else at the altar, was that James was shaking like a cat in water.

He was so nervous- he didn't know what to expect and didn't know that everything would be perfect or if Logan would like the way he looked or that he wouldn't throw up EVERYWHERE once he got to the altar. He also hadn't eaten anything all day, so that didn't help anything.

Once he finally allowed himself to look at his groom, his nerves seemed to ease a little. His Logie was standing up there, hands clasped in front of him, looking like a handsome devil in his black tuxedo, hair made and neat, a grin showing off his dimples.

Logan was finally allowed to descend the stairs to the altar and take his groom's hand, giggling when he felt James' shaking fingers.

"Sorry. At least I'm not sweating," James offered as Logan led him up the stairs. It was true- James' hands were soft and freezing cold.

They stood in their places and clasped hands, facing one another, Logan's hands steady as a rock holding James'. He was glad that at least James looked happy to be there and not a nervous, regretful wreck.

Finally, it was time to say their vows. They agreed- nothing too lengthy.

James held his little crumpled piece of paper in slightly shaky fingers, his voice matching them.

"I guess most people would start off with something about how we met," he said, not really looking at the paper but getting lost in Logan's eyes. "But I don't want to think about that nightmare of a place on such a happy day. Logan, you saved my life. You pulled me out of the darkest time of my life and I don't think I would have let myself survive it if you didn't make me. You cured the deepest of my issues just by telling me that you think I'm beautiful. I remember not being so sure about you. You were just adorable when you were so shy and nervous, but then you got spunky and foxy and I didn't think you were into me anymore. I'm glad you were, though. We've been through extreme highs and the lowest lows and I'm glad you of all the people in the world are the one."

Logan grinned and bit his lip, rolling his eyes at himself and blinking away tears, making James let out a choked laugh.

"Well… I left my paper in the bathroom and I'm sure someone'll find it," Logan laughed a little, making the audience giggle. They didn't know that he would have been WAY late if his mom didn't show up to his apartment that morning to light a fire under his butt, knowing her son too well. "But I guess I shouldn't need a paper to tell me how I feel, right? I remember that day at the hospital when we had to partner up and we were together. You told me you liked my shirt and somehow, some way, you got to know a lot about me. I was about to puke that day. Then you tried to kiss me and I DID puke, then I passed out and hit my head. The point is, from day one you've completely understood me. You got me when I was shy and nervous. You got me when my meds stopped working and I started going off the deep end. You got me when all I wanted was for you to touch me and kiss me. And every time I yell at you for no reason, you take it like such a champ," Logan laughed, looking down at their hands and returning his eyes to James' with tears in them. "And I know, whatever, Logan's crying. But really, I think you saved my life, too, and that's a huge debt I guess we get the rest of our lives trying to repay each other."

James laughed, getting huge satisfaction out of Logan crying instead of him.

"Why would you choose spaghetti as our meal?" Logan smirked, staring hard at the little red stain on James' white jacket and scraping at it with his fingernail.

"We love spaghetti," James pouted.

"I know, honey, and it was delicious, but maybe you should have worn a bib," Logan laughed. "Or not gotten a white tux."

"But I love my white tux!"

"I love it, too. You look very sexy," Logan grinned. "But you're a mess."

James' lips twisted and his brows knitted together. Was Logan not happy with the wedding? James tried hard to make it something that Logan would enjoy, too.

"But I love everything about today," Logan said quickly, not wanting to make James think that he didn't appreciate all the hard work James and their mothers and Carlos had put into planning this. Of course, Logan was partly associated. He went to taste cake and fit tuxedos and find decorations for the reception and such, but his opinion wasn't hugely considered. "You did an amazing job."

"Do you know how hard it was to find cake toppers that looked like us?"

"You FOUND those? Wow. What're the odds?" Logan looked across the dim area to the tall white cake with the little clay men on them, one tall with brown hair, one shorter with darker hair and dimples.

"No, my aunt had to make them," James huffed.

"I'm not saying anything negative about this wedding. It's perfect," Logan smiled up to his new husband. "Are YOU having fun?"

"I'm having a blast," James beamed, completely dropping his bad mood. "It's like I'm a princess or something. And everyone's giving me hugs- even STRANGERS- and my opinion matters with EVERYTHING and I already have three dance partners reserved. I think one's your cousin or something- she's like twenty- and then the other is your aunt, and then my grandma, of course."

Logan wasn't quite enjoying the attention like James was. Of course he got a lot of it, and a few people had already asked him to dance when the dancing started. He had talked to his therapist about his worries- he didn't want close-quarters with people when they danced and he HATED when people hugged him. The therapist basically told him to enjoy it- all the eyes were on him for a while and maybe he was looking at it the wrong way.

"I'm happy if you're happy," he smiled as James kissed him. They hadn't really gotten a lot of time together except dinner, and even then people were coming to talk to them. James was loving the attention, but Logan really just wanted to be alone with his new husband, and he was getting that, even for just a minute in the corner of the room.

"Guys!" Carlos interrupted, hauling someone behind him as they broke the kiss. "Look who came!"

A tall blonde slowly caught up to Carlos, yellowy green eyes on the grooms. It took them a second to register that it was Kendall standing there- he looked so different. His hair was cut short and there was a little more color in his cheeks, which were less hollow.

"Kendall?" Logan retorted.

"I got an invitation, I didn't know if I was actually welcome," Kendall said flatly.

"Of course you're welcome," James interrupted before Logan could say anything. "We just didn't expect you to show- you didn't RSVP."

"Yeah," Logan said. "Join the party. You missed dinner, though."

"Bummer."

"So… What've you been doing in the past year?" James asked, still confused that Kendall had showed up at all. They sent the invitation to the address his mother had on the internet, so they assumed it was her house and she would give it to him.

"You know, being crazy."

"Obviously not TOO crazy- you're outta the hospital."

"I was put on meds- against my will, I might add. They said I was a danger without them. So I guess I'm LESS crazy. I've just been dicking around since I last saw you guys, being a zombie," Kendall shrugged, voice ever-flat and apathetic, but he didn't seem angry or defensive.

"You look different," Logan noted.

"Just a hair cut," Kendall shrugged.

"You just seem… Happier."

"I'm having a baby. That's why."

"I don't think that's possible, bud," Carlos giggled.

"I mean Jo's having a baby," Kendall smiled a little, just enough to show dimples that none of them had ever seen before.

"You're engaged? Married? I thought you were dumping her," Carlos said.

"She got out WAY before me and helped me out a lot. We're not engaged or anything, because we're both paranoid that the other is trying to get our money," Kendall grinned sheepishly. "But yeah, we're having a baby. He's coming in a few months- his name will be Alexander Donald."

"Congrats, man!" James beamed.

"Yeah, you too," Kendall smiled a little. "I gotta admit, I never expected this. I guess sometimes I forget that gay people have lives, too."

Suddenly the DJ came over the speakers, saying it was time for the first dance.

"Sorry, man, we'll catch you later," James said to Kendall, starting to pull Logan away. "We have somewhere to be."

Cameras flashed around the dance floor as the grooms started to dance. The disco ball swirled slowly as "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing" by Aerosmith played. It was one of the few things that Logan had picked that James happened to like a lot and kept in the plans.

"Are you nervous?" James asked. It was a normal question for James to ask, basically questioning if Logan was feeling anxious.

"A little. I don't like everyone looking at me."

"Luckily all eyes are on ME," James grinned playfully.

"And soon everyone's gonna dance with me, and hug me, and I don't like that. We'll probably get separated, then what?"

"Then you'll be fine. Baby, this is our WEDDING day- you can't be scared. You only get ONE wedding night- hopefully- and I want you to enjoy yourself and have FUN. I tried to consider your anxiety- I made sure not to plan anything to put you on the spot."

Logan sighed, knowing that James was right.

James' heart fluttered, realizing that this beautiful little man, looking up at him with ever-worried eyes, was his HUSBAND. He wanted to just hold Logan forever with no interruptions and kiss his cute little face and smell his hair and make him smile.

"After tonight, Mom's gonna know we had sex," Logan sighed, focused on ONLY James, afraid that he might pass out or something if he looked at the crowd watching them.

"So what?" James smirked. "I think she already assumes. We've been together for two years."

"But she'll KNOW."

"I told my mommy when we did it the first time," James shrugged.

"James!"

"Love you," James sang, making Logan grin and the camera flashes go crazy to catch the moment where both men were grinning at each other.

"I love you more," Logan smiled.

"Impossible."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. If I didn't love you most, I wouldn't have gotten the top layer of our cake to be red velvet."

"Awe! You did?"

"It's DISGUSTING, but you liked it. Sooo…"

"You're the sweetest," Logan melted. "And this wedding is perfection."

"Yeah? You're having fun?"

"Of course. But I'll have even more fun tonight," Logan said deviously. They were going to the city that had the airport, which was an hour away, and staying at a hotel before flying to Hawaii the next afternoon.

James wiggled his brows, also excited for that night.

"Song's almost over," Logan pouted.

"That doesn't mean anything. We're the stars of the show- we can stand here and dance together the whole night if our young and dumb hearts desire it."

"Can we? Please?"

James grinned and rubbed his nose with Logan's, making camera flashes go wild again.

Logan, having not drunk much of anything his whole life, was not tolerant at all to the wine and champagne he was allowed, even if he was under-aged by a few months. He didn't drink much- just enough to get him loose.

James giggled, rolling his eyes as he watched his new husband having to time of his life fast-dancing with Carlos. Not very well, at that.

He knew that Joanna had told Logan not to drink- it wouldn't mix well with his meds, but he had had a bit of champagne for the toast and found that he liked it.

"WOO!" Logan yelled over the music, hands in the air. His black jacket was safe at his mom's chair and his tie was loosened as he danced. He wasn't feeling incomprehensive, just LOOSE, and kind of shaky.

He felt hands on his hips and he whirled around to see James.

"Hey, you!" he yelled over the music, glad to see just the man he was missing. He didn't quite understand why a wedding day was the happiest day for a couple in love, and they wanted to just be together for eternity on that day, but the wedding separated them and didn't really let them see one another for a while. He was sure it COULD be different, but James was having a blast being everywhere at once and getting gifts and hugs and congratulations.

"Hey!" James smiled, pulling their hips together to dance with his husband. "Are you supposed to drink with your meds?"

"Nope," Logan smirked.

"Are you gonna DIE? I can't be a widow on the first day," James said uneasily.

"No, I'm just shaky is all," Logan explained, holding his hand level to show it shaking slightly. "Where'd you learn to dance like this?"

"Gay club. Like it?"

"LOVE it! Love YOU!"

"Love you, too," James laughed, Logan's shaky hands coming up to his hair, arms around his neck as their hips swayed.

"I don't want tonight to end," Logan said happily. "But people are already leaving!"

"It's ten, baby, of course they're leaving."

"Can we stay here all night?"

"I don't think you're gonna make it all night, honey," James laughed.

"But we gotta fuck!"

"We've got a whole week to do that."

"But only ONE wedding night!" Logan pouted, using James' words against him.

"That's right, baby. Gonna carry me into the hotel room when we get there like tradition?"

"Hell yeah!" Logan smirked. "I might need some help, though. Like from your legs."

"Is that a fat joke?" James asked in mock defense.

"NO, it's a 'Logan's a scrawny bitch with no upper body strength at all' joke," Logan laughed.

"Welcome to the Logie-James honeymoon, part one," James said, unlocking the door to the Holiday Inn room and opening the door. Logan, more sober now, entered.

It wasn't the ideal "Diamond Honeymoon Part One" destination, but it was clean and had a bed and bathroom, so it was enough.

"Perfect," he smiled, closing the door behind him.

James hung their tuxedo jackets and Logan's tie in the closet. When he turned, he was surprised to find Logan close by, catching his tie and pulling.

"How's it feel being a Diamond?" James asked, following the pull to bend for Logan to kiss him. They had decided on taking James' name- Logan didn't want them BOTH to be associated with his father.

"Sparkly and valuable."

James giggled and rolled his eyes at his husband.

"You're too cute," James grinned.

"DAAAWE," Logan smirked. "I love you."

"I love YOU," James sang, following as Logan pulled him to the bed by the tie.

I hope you loved this ending. :) I really liked this story and I know that you guys did, too. I don't know if anyone could relate to it, but I tried to at least let others experience mental illness that haven't had that, like myself. Not sure how well I did, but thank you nevertheless for all your support and input. :) I'm gonna, as usual, have a new story come out soon. Love ya!