Flashback Continues(Rory's POV)

"I know we talked about this a long time ago but I, well you see hon, I'm umm, well I'm pregnant." I dropped my head down.

"Wait did you just say what I think you said?"

"Yeah, I did. Look I know we didn't plan this but a baby is just what we need right now. I mean don't you think having a little kid running around would make everything seem a little bit better."

I was practically pleading with him to be happy about this. He looked confused and betrayed as if he didn't understand what happened. I had always wanted kids and Logan did too, I just guess he just wasn't ready.

"Well I guess were going to be parents then." Logan looked spoke after a long pause, and I lifted my head encouraged by what he said but when I met his eyes a rush of panic coursed through my body. He wasn't really happy. The smile didn't reach his eyes and kept faltering, he couldn't even look me in the eyes. What was I going to do?

End Flashback

"Mommy, is daddy going to come to my recital tomorrow?" I turned to see Leigh's blue eyes looking up at me. I turned the lights back on and walked over to her bedside. She looked just like Logan; if it weren't for the eyes I would question if I had any part in her creation. She had the same color hair and the same face structure as Logan, and of course the Huntzburger smirk but those eyes were definitely mine. I felt like I was staring at myself when I looked at them. Only tonight that was wasn't a good thing as they were filled with sorrow and fear. For a five year old she was incredibly intuitive about her surroundings.

"I don't know Leigh I'll ask him when he gets home. You however need to get some sleep for the big day and rest assured that I'll be there with Grandma no matter what. Okay?" Leigh nodded and put her back down on the pillow. I flicked the lights when I heard the front door unlock.

I walked down the hall to the stairs to see Miranda the housekeeper taking Logan's coat. Logan said something to her I couldn't hear and she thanked him grabbed her stuff and left. Miranda stayed with us during the week but she spent the weekends on her own. Leigh and I would cook and Logan would frequently go into work, but he was always home Friday night.

I walked down the stairs and followed Logan into the kitchen. He turned and kissed my check. "I let Miranda go home, I can make dinner for myself you want anything?"

"No, I had lunch with Constance and Victoria; we had to go over details for the DAR lunch next week. You'll need to come to that since I'm on the board now." I knew he hated parties but I couldn't show up alone anymore.

"Yeah I'll check my schedule," The oven beeped signaling it had reached the desired temperature. He walked away from me to put the leftovers in.

"Logan I need you to be there, you can check in with Bill and the west coast papers another time. You can't keep saying that you'll check your schedule I need you to commit." I was fed dup. He figured that because I worked regular hours I could handle all of our engagements and attend functions and parties, and Leigh's recitals and plays, when the main topic at them was where is Logan.

"I don't know, ok there's a possibility I can make it I just don't want to say yes to just disappoint you later." He was pissed, almost as pissed as I was.

"Well it's already too late." I stormed out of the kitchen and back upstairs. That night he never came upstairs. Friday was the only night we spent in the same bed, and it was a comforting time. The time that assured me that the marriage would last. He would sling his arm across my torso and for the first time that week I would feel safe. We would both fall asleep immediately and awake only to Leigh jumping up and down at the foot of the bed.

Of course Saturday would come and I would have my DAR meeting, but it gave Leigh and Logan a chance to be together. I hated calling in Miranda so I tried to coordinate my schedule with Logan so the weekends were just family time. It hurt when he slept in the den. I know he hates it; his back hurts like hell the next day and he never sleeps well, yet whenever were fighting, no matter how insignificant it is he stays downstairs.

Flashback (3 years ago)

"You know what, fine I don't care anymore, if you relay think that's what's best then go to London for the three weeks but don't expect everything to be fine when you get back, Logan. I mean that's almost a month on my own and then the night you get home you want me to go to a business dinner. Our daughter is 2 years old and I've taken a year off of work and you think I won't want a break when you get home." She wasn't even yelling she spoke as if she was spitting out venom at me with the intent of murder.

That was the first night I slept in the den. I knew she was right. I was a horrible person, a horrible father, and a horrible husband. I just figured the less I was there the less I could disappoint them. That if Rory handled everything Leigh would get used to me not being there and be happy with just her mom. I just didn't want to screw her life up more then it already was. What I didn't realize was that in my desperate attempt to not be like my father I was worse.

My dad had cared in his own sick way. He wanted me to be successful and powerful but happy not exactly on the top of the list in his mind. Laying on the couch I came to the realization that my dad did want me to be happy, he just thought that by being rich and powerful I would be happy. That that was all I needed, I just thought that maybe he was right, and that the right thing to do was to leave them both alone.