AN: You guys are spoiling me with all the reviews. Please keep them coming. I especially love hearing how many people like Odette. I think I may have even created a few L'Odette shippers, lol. Her human side is going to come out in this chapter. It was fun to write. Looking up French curse words is highly entertaining.

"Hey! Stop right there, Casanova!" Paris bellowed, blocking Logan's angry charge towards the labor and delivery department. He was on a single-minded mission, and he was in no mood for anyone standing in his way.

"Move, Paris."

"There are women pushing bowling ball sized people out of their hoo-has in there. You are not going in and making a scene. Don't make me call security." Paris stood, hands on hips, looking as threatening as ever despite her diminutive stature.

"I'm having a baby, I have a right…"

"No, you don't," Paris cut him off.

"Excuse me?"

"That baby is still inside of her, and quite honestly, as far as anyone is concerned, the father is some nameless, faceless Comicon geek. So, until Rory gives you the right, or until the baby comes out and a DNA test proves you are the father, you have no rights. Now stand down or I swear I will go Krav Maga on your ass."

"Logan," Odette broke in, her voice impassive. She took his hand and turned him towards her. "You're angry. You have every reason to be; but storming in there right now and yelling at her while she's in labor cannot be good for the baby."

"Listen to Step-Mom-Barbie. She seems to have some actual brains."

The righteous indignation that accompanied the revelation of his soon-to-be fatherhood had caused tunnel vision, but fear and guilt were pushing their way into Logan's head now. There was more to think about here than him and Rory and the immediate obstacles between him and her.

Odette.

She had been exceedingly understanding about the fact that he'd had an affair, but this was a whole different ballgame. And yet she was still here. If he were in her shoes, he'd be halfway to LaGuardia by now.

"Oh god, Odette. I'm so sorry."

"Don't," she said coldly, holding a hand up between them. "Now is not the time or place. We have to deal with the reality in front of us. We can talk about the ramifications later."

He looked back and forth between Odette and the swinging doors standing between him and Rory—and his baby. God, he was having a baby. And there was no doubt in his mind this baby was his; the Wookie tale was ridiculous even if he hadn't known she'd been working on that "Lines" story over a year ago.

"Look," Paris started in an uncharacteristically compassionate tenor. "We'll figure this out, but you going in there right now is only going to make things worse. The stress can affect the baby. We don't want a complicated delivery. Once she's born, I'll talk to Rory."

Logan's eyes shot up to meet Paris'. "She?"

Paris nodded. "It's a girl"

"Lorelai the third?" He asked. He felt a flicker of warmth in his gut at the image that manifested in his mind.

"Maybe you can talk her out of it. You're good at talking her out of things—like her panties, apparently."

"You do realize I'm standing right here," Odette protested.

"Oh Princess," Parise replied, her voice oozing with sugary sarcasm. "It's cute that you think that matters now."

"Odette is my fiancé," Logan asserted.

"Yeah, I read about the engagement—a year and a half ago, wasn't it?" Paris asked pointedly.

Logan reached for Odette's hand in solidarity, but she pulled it away. An action which obviously did not go unnoticed to Paris. "Ah, perhaps you aren't as naïve as I gave you credit for," she replied with a sly smile.

"Honor is probably wondering where we are," Odette added. "We should go back to the waiting room."

"Yeah, go along and sit in the waiting room like every good new father from the Leave it to Beaver days."

Logan continue to waver for a moment before finally relenting. "You'll tell me when…when she's here?" he asked, his voice choked with emotion.

"You'll be my first call," Paris replied with a roll of her eyes.

Despite her sarcasm, he knew Paris would follow through. That had to be enough for now. Logan nodded in acceptance. "I'll be in the third floor waiting room."

Logan and Odette turned and made their way back towards the elevators that would take them to Honor and Josh. The distance between them was only a few inches, but it felt like a continent. There were no comforting touches, no soothing words. Odette's face remained completely emotionless.

Logan was still simmering with rage, but there was also shame and compunction. A lot of lives had just been upended and the fallout was only going to keep growing. All because he had been powerless to the draw of one Rory Gilmore.

"Oh my god, where have you been? You left for coffee and a banana 45 minutes ago—and you are banana-less. I need some freakin' potassium…" Honor screeched as they made their way back to the waiting room.

"We got a little side tracked," Logan replied cautiously.

"Oui, instead of a banana, we brought you a niece," Odette snarked. "Félicitations, Auntie."

Honor looked back and forth between the pair, her eyes going wide with excitement. "You're pregnant?"

"Oh, no. Not me." Odette turned to Logan. "Do you want to tell her about your putain or should I?" she spat.

Honor's mouth dropped into a tight "o" of shock. She had spent enough time in France to know the meaning of "putain," and it wasn't pretty. Nor was it a word that anyone would expect to hear coming from Odette's mouth. She turned her attention to her brother who had the decency to look ashamed. "What happened?"

Logan took a deep breath, pressing his eyes shut for a moment to gather his strength. "We ran into Paris…Rory's old roommate…"

"Rory Gilmore?" Honor asked, her eyes narrowed in confusion. "But you haven't seen her in, like, 10 years."

"Actually, I haven't seen in her nine months. Exactly nine months." His gaze flitted to Odette's. She needed to understand that he didn't know about this and that he had been truthful when he told her it was over. He didn't know if it would help him at all, but he needed her to know.

"You had an affair with your ex?" Honor screeched. She reached up and smacked Logan upside the back of his head. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"A lot, apparently," Logan admitted shame faced.

"T'es rien qu'un petit connard," Odette mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest defensively and slumping into a seat.

"Wait! How 'exactly'?" Honor asked.

"How exactly what?"

"You said 'nine months exactly.' How exactly?"

Logan inhaled deeply, letting the air whoosh out through his teeth as he spoke. "She's in labor as we speak."

"Here?"

Logan nodded.

"So, fate brought you here to this very hospital at the exact moment your baby is being born—a baby you didn't even know about and…"

"It's not fate," Logan interrupted his sister. He turned quickly to Odette. "It's not fate!" he insisted. Great, even now, after everything Rory did, his sister was pushing her on him—right in front of Odette. Did the woman have no filter? If she loved Rory so much, she could go marry her. But Logan was never going to forgive her for this.

Odette scoffed.

Honor rolled her eyes. "I meant the baby, Logan. It's fate for you to be in your daughter's life."

"And the fact that your mind jumped right to Rory is totally meaningless." Odette added acerbically.

"It is!" Logan insisted. "I meant it when I told you it was over. And even if I hadn't meant it before I sure as hell do now. I hate her. I don't want anything to do with her."

"Whether you want anything to do with her or not is irrelevant. She's the mother of your child, Logan. She'll be in your life forever."

"No, she won't," Logan insisted, pacing back and forth.

"So, what? You're just going to sign away your parental rights and pretend this never happened?"

"No," Logan said, stopping his pacing, looking up suddenly as though he had the most brilliant idea. "I'm going to sue for full custody." Rory was homeless and jobless. The woman couldn't even take care of herself. She spent an entire year looking for her underwear for god's sake. And she thought she could raise a child on her own? What kind of life would that be for their daughter? And if it meant Rory got to experience the very pain that she was inflicting on him, well that was just an added bonus.

Odette's jaw visibly dropped, her eyes wide with incredulity. "You're insane," she barked. She turned her attention to Honor. "Your brother is officially insane."

"Logan, this is the anger speaking," Honor tried to placate him. "Just calm down and think about this."

"No, she's in no place to provide a life for this baby."

"This is ludicrous," Odette roared in an uncharacteristic outburst. She was always calm and collected. "You are not taking a new born infant away from its mother. And if you think for even a moment that I am going to raise your love child as my own, you are completely out of your mind."

Logan shrunk back repentantly. She was right. It was a ridiculous idea. It was spite and anger talking. And he hadn't given even an iota of thought to how it would affect Odette. He was a terrible person. "You're right, I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Logan. Not this time. An apology can't make things go back to how they were. Nothing can make things go back to how they were. Nothing is ever going to be the same." She stood up suddenly. "I can't be here. I need to go for a walk."

"Please, Odette. Stay, we need to talk about this."

"Non!" She held up her hand to stop his approach. "I need to think, and so do you. Meet your daughter. Talk to Rory. And decide what you want your life to be from here." She pivoted on her heel and headed back towards the elevators.

"Odette!" Logan called after her.

"Let her go." He felt the warmth of Honor's hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles. "You owe her a little space right now."

Logan sighed defeatedly. "I really screwed up."

"I would classify that as the understatement of your life," Honor replied in typical sisterly fashion. "Sit," she instructed, pointing towards the plastic waiting room seats.

"Shouldn't you go be with your husband?" Logan asked. Partly because it was true, but mostly to avoid the talk he knew was coming.

Honor shook her head. "His parents are visiting him right now, and he's totally gorked on pain meds anyhow. Which gives me plenty of time to be here, where I'm really needed."

Logan sat, arms crossed over his chest and head hung low, refusing to make eye contact with his sister.

Honor took the seat next to him, placing a hand comfortingly on his shoulder. "You want to explain Rory to me?" she asked.

"What's to explain? It's Rory. She makes me stupid."

"Really? Because I always thought she made you pretty smart," she replied sincerely.

"I stole a yacht for her…"

"Which is a definite step up from sinking a yacht, which you did before her."

"I jumped off a cliff while totally plastered and almost killed myself because she was mad at me."

"You have performed many an idiotic life-threatening stunt while drunk off your ass; both before and after Rory."

"I quit the company."

"The smartest move you ever made," Honor replied sagely. "I still don't know why you came back."

"So, you think I should dump Odette and go whisk Rory into my arms, forgiving and forgetting everything she did? There's a reason we didn't work out."

"I'm not saying that. Only you can make that decision. But you need to take some responsibility here. Rory isn't some mystical siren, nor did she head down to Madame Ruth's for a bottle of Love Potion Number Nine. You made a conscious decision to sleep with her despite the fact that you were engaged to Odette. And I'm going to go ahead and guess this wasn't a one-time indiscretion…" Honor prodded.

"Two years," Logan admitted.

"What?" Honor hissed out in astonishment.

"We were seeing each other for two years. We ran into each other in Hamburg one day and before I knew it, we were tumbling into bed. Odette was still living in Paris and I hardly ever saw her. Rory was travelling to London a lot for work, so she would stay with me. After Odette moved in, Rory called it off, but I didn't like the way we'd ended things, so I flew out here and we said some more…proper good-byes." Logan's mind flitted back to the first night he and Rory had ever spent together. He had shown up at her window, claiming that he had wanted to say a "proper good-night." There had been nothing proper about either of those evenings.

"So she called it off?"

"I know she's not a siren, Honor, but she was an addiction. And I fell off the wagon—hard."

"Oh, baby brother," Honor breathed out sympathetically, resting her head on his shoulder. "You are in quite the pickle," she paused for a moment. "But I gotta say—a little baby with our blonde hair and her blue eyes…

Logan glared angrily at her for just a moment before letting out a single snicker and relaxing slightly. "Hey! My daughter is going to be more than beauty. Between Rory and me, that kid is gonna be one smart cookie."

Honor laughed. "Waaaay too smart for you," she agreed.

Three hours later, Logan was sitting alone in the waiting room. Odette had yet to return and Honor had gone to sit with Josh while his parents stepped out for lunch. He had thought about grabbing something to eat himself; he hadn't had a bite of food since he and Odette had left the restaurant last night, and that had been almost a full 24 hours ago. But the anxiety was turning his stomach in knots. And besides, he was afraid to step away from the place he told Paris he would be. What if he went back to the cafeteria and Paris showed up and couldn't find him?

He pulled out his phone, which was on the last 10% of its battery life, and opened up a game of Candy Crush. He hadn't had time to waste on phone games in years, but he needed something mindless to divert his attention to.

"If you move that orange one over there, you can make a stripped candy which you can then swap with the wrapped candy and the explosion will clear all that chocolate."

Logan looked up startled by the sound of the nearby voice. "Lorelai!" he yelped.

"Hi," Lorelai replied cautiously.

"Is she…" Logan started to croak out, but his eyes were filling with tears as the emotion bubbled up within him, cutting off any further words.

"She has arrived." Lorelai smiled wistfully. "Congratulations, Dad. You have a beautiful, healthy, baby girl."

"I need to see her." He moved to stand, but Lorelai sat down next to him, patting him on the knee. '

"Let's talk for a minute first."

Logan tensed suspiciously. "You can't keep her from me," he replied lowly.

Lorelai shook her head. "That's not what I'm here for. I'm going to take you to see her. I just think we need to lay down a few guidelines."

"The only guideline is that I see my daughter."

"I promise." Lorelai nodded. "But I imagine you're angry…"

"Damn straight I'm angry."

"And there is probably going to be yelling."

"It's a pretty safe bet," Logan agreed.

"And that is your right. I would expect no less. But there is to be no yelling in front of Lila…"

"Lila?" he asked.

"It's the Lorelai nickname we settled on."

"Lila," he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue easily. "I like it."

"So, you agree?"

Logan nodded in assent.

"Do you need to see her away from Rory first? Or can you contain yourself?"

Logan thought for a moment. He didn't want to meet his daughter for the first time in some hallway or waiting room surrounded by a bunch of strangers. And he could already feel the love and joy bubbling up inside of him, drowning out the anger. He would focus that positive energy on his daughter long enough to be in the same room as Rory without flying off the handle.

"I'll be good," he nodded.

"Okay. When you're ready to have words with Rory, let me know and I'll take Lila and give you two some space."

Logan stood up hastily, eager to not waste another minute. He was going to meet his daughter. He wasn't sure how it was possible to love someone he'd never met, who's existence he wasn't even aware of until a few hours ago. But nevertheless, his heart was overflowing with the emotion. He had a daughter, and he was in love.

He and Lorelai made their way down the hall in silence, waiting wordlessly for the elevators to arrive. It wasn't until they entered the lift and the doors slid shut behind them that Logan spoke again.

"Did you know?" he asked quietly, looking straight forward and not at the woman standing beside him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lorelai tense up. "Yes," she admitted. "And I know you probably don't believe me, but I thought she should tell you."

"I believe you." Lorelai was never his biggest fan. And she would probably hate the idea of her granddaughter growing up in Logan's world. But she also knew what it was like to raise a baby on her own, and as close as she and Rory were, she wouldn't want her daughter to struggle like she did. Plus, he knew Luke had a daughter he didn't know about, and he had heard stories about how that secret had affected not only Luke, but Lorelai as well.

"She's my daughter, Logan. I will always be on her side, even when she's wrong. You'll see."

He did see. Lorelai's loyalties were to Rory. He couldn't fault her for that. "Did anyone else know?"

"Lane. She and I were the only ones who knew you two had been…seeing each other. Everyone else got the Wookie story."

Logan winced involuntarily. He wasn't sure if it was the thought of Rory having a one-night stand with some guy she picked up at a Furry Convention, or the idea that his daughter would have been raised to believe she had been the product of such an unholy union that offended him most.

"Why a Wookie?" Logan had to ask.

"Ah, the best lies are the ones based on the truth," Lorelai admitted wisely.

Logan finally turned to face her, his eyes wide with incredulity. "She slept with a Wookie?"

"You don't really want the nitty-gritty details, do you?"

"I really don't," he agreed.

The metal doors in front of them slid open, and they stepped out of the elevator. Lorelai began her trek across the lobby, Logan following closely behind. They walked through a set of swinging doors and he continued to follow her around a corner and past the nurses' station. She stopped just outside a closed door—room 138. The white board outside the room labeled "Gilmore, L."

Lorelai turned to face him. "You ready for this?"

Logan squeezed his eyes shut, trying to still the pounding in his chest. He nodded wordlessly, then turned the knob, and entered.

AN: Okay, you all probably want to kill me for once again leaving you on a major cliff hanger. But what can I say? Cliff hangers and my jam. So what do you think? Will Logan be able to keep his promise of not yelling in front of Lila? Will Odette come back? Will Rory be able to defend her actions? So many questions to be answered...