Y'all, my heart was pounding as I neared the end of this chapter. I hope, kind readers, that you find this as satisfying as I did! :)

Chapter 4

Born in bred into high society, Logan was rarely, if ever, at a loss for words. But seeing her again three and a half years later caused a momentary lapse in his smooth facade. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie and tried to quickly divert his attention back to what Honor was saying to him. He took a drink from the squatty glass in his hand.

"And then Eliza has a dance recital in two weeks, but of course Mother is off on another one of her spa trips and can't be bothered to attend her granddaughter's recital, or anything, ever...Logan? What on earth are you looking at?"

Honor started to turn her head to see for herself what or who had captured her brother's attention. Logan quickly placed his free hand on her forearm, causing her to turn her attention back to him.

"Well, Hon, she barely made it to your dance recitals, what more do you expect out of her?" he teased, smiling charmingly to let her know he was kidding.

"You'd think she could show at least some interest in the grandchildren she brags incessantly about to her friends. Thank god Josh's parents are so damn normal."

Logan laughed, and looked out the window again, just in time to see a small blonde haired boy throw his arms around Rory's legs. A lovely teenage girl in a floral dress, with long honey colored waves stood next to the two. He recalled seeing Christopher Hayden across the banquet room as he walked in, thus explaining her presence here today. The teenage girl must be Rory's half-sister. But who was the little boy? Did she have another half-sibling? He tried to recall hearing anything about Christopher marrying again, maybe to someone his junior.

As for Rory, he couldn't recall any mention in her book about her possibly having a husband, let alone a child. He'd tried to follow whatever pieces she'd written or interviews she'd given since they parted and her book had been published. He'd been proud of her success, happy to know that she must be pleased to have achieve it.

He watched Rory smooth the boy's hair and smile down at him affectionately. Her actions appeared almost...maternal. Logan kept staring out the window perplexed.

"Honestly, Logan, what are you staring at?" This time Honor whipped her head around before he could stop her.

"Oh my, is that Rory Gilmore? I couldn't even tell you the last time I saw her! Did you two ever keep in touch? Who is that little boy?"

Logan cleared his throat once again. "I don't know, I assume Christopher Hayden must have a son now. Did he marry again?"

Honor squinted her eyes, still studying Rory on the other side of the window. "Not that I've heard, but who knows? I don't hear much about the Haydens or the Gilmores since Francine Hayden became ill and Emily moved away from Hartford."

"Hmm. I kept in touch with her off and on, but nothing in the last few years," he said noncommittally.

Honor quirked an eyebrow at his statement. "Off and on, huh little brother? Hard to imagine the two of you ever being casual acquaintances."

Logan laughed. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, sister. I'd like to think we both grew into mature adults capable of friendly communication."

"Whatever you say," she said as she turned to a little girl of about ten seated at the table immediately next to them.

"Eliza, will you please go tell Jack and Olivia to come inside so we can sit down to lunch?" The little girl sighed exaggeratedly.

"Mom, do I have to?"

Logan laughed at his niece, an miniature version of her mother from head to toe. Holding out his free hand he said, "Come on, Elly, I'll walk outside with you." He quickly decided he could prove his sister wrong by simply saying hello to Rory. Surely it was better to acknowledge one another's presence like mature adults rather than avoid each other like secret lovers who'd regretfully parted ways.

Eliza made a big production of standing up and taking her uncle's hand. They made their way to the patio doors, one hand still holding his cocktail, his niece leading him by the other, his pounding heart belying his otherwise carefree demeanor.

Once they'd stepped outside, he turned to his little niece, "You go find your brother and sister, I'm going to say hello to someone."

Eliza scampered off amongst the egg hunters in search of her siblings. He glanced in Rory's direction and saw her standing by herself once again, watching her teenage sister carry the little boy in the direction of some poor club employee costumed as the Easter Bunny. He strode over to her as she was downing her glass of champagne, causing him to chuckle under his breath. By the time he reached her, his heart felt as if it was pounding right out of his chest. She stood, champagne glass in hand, eyes closed.

"Rory."

Her gorgeous blue eyes flew open and he almost lost his nerve. He had dreamt of those eyes, that perfectly beautiful face, for the last three and a half years. Walking away from her hurt more then than it had on her graduation day. He began to question his decision to approach her altogether.

"Logan."

He collected his wits once again and gave her his most charming smile. "I thought it was you. I hope it's okay that I came over to say hello. I'm surprised to see you here."

She smiled nervously back at him and glancing away, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Boy, not as surprised as I am to see you! What on earth are you doing in Hartford?"

"I had some business in New York, and Honor guilt tripped me into Easter brunch with her family. I hadn't seen the kids in over a year, so I gave in," he smiled at her again, glad that she looked as nervous as he felt. "I saw your dad on my way in, I'm assuming that's what brought you here? And is that GiGi and your half-brother with you?"

As he lifted his glass to his lips he noticed Rory's already fair skin turn completely white. Suddenly a flash of blonde hair and pale blue fabric barreled past him and plastered itself against Rory's legs. She lifted an obviously upset little boy in her arms as his sister trailed behind him, looking very much as distraught.

"Mommy! I told you dat bunny is SCAWY!" the little boy wailed as he buried his face in her neck.

Logan choked on his drink as the little boys words registered in his ears. It was his face that lost color this time.

"You have a son?" he managed to get out.

Rory looked at him, blue eyes wider than he thought possible, shaking as she clutched her son, and weakly nodded her head.

Upon hearing a strange voice, the little boy's blonde head popped up from his mother's shoulder and he looked straight at Logan with a familiar pair of wide blue eyes.

"Who dat guy, Mommy?"

Logan took a deep breath and smiled at him, admittedly amused by his tiny voice. "I'm Logan."

A huge grin broke out across his little face and that's when Logan's heart stopped completely.

Without a doubt, he was looking at his son.