Dear Logan
I hope Finn was sober enough to get this letter to you in time. I didn't know how else to get it to you safely.
As you might expect, I'm not just writing to you because I miss you. I mean I do, sometimes, but mostly I don't. I hope you and Odette are happy.
But I've been told that if I don't tell you I'll regret it later and I already have too many regrets about all that has happened.
So here we go. I'm pregnant. It's yours. I don't know what it is yet, but it's got a beating heart (I've heard it at the OB/GYN and it was magical).
I don't expect anything from you, but if you want to be involved, I'm sure we can work something out. I just want to be clear . If you're in, you have to be all in. Not with me, but with this baby. You can't just waltz in and out of this baby's life as
you please. Regular visits and all that.
I will find my baby a Luke, but I don't want you to be a Christopher. That's not fair on anyone.
I could also just tell the baby (and everyone else, except for my mom and Luke, since they already know) that I used Paris' services. You shouldn't feel guilty about it. None of this was your idea.
Also, do not show up at my door with a big ring or some out-of-this-world magical adventure. I'm very hormonal at the moment and I will say no and then there'll be a lot of crying. Also, that's what got us in this situation in the first place.
I have about one more month before people will really start to notice, so let me know where you stand.
I'm sorry to spring this one you, but in all fairness, half of this is your fault.
You jump, I jump Jack
Rory