Disclaimer: I don't own the story or characters featured in Gilmore Girls, however I have a fertile mind and a fan orphan heart.

Warning: Possibly Mature content ahead.

A/N: I hope you had a nice holiday! Sorry for the slow update. Busy life, my friends! Enough with the apologies and let's celebrate that this is CHAPTER 10, right? I'm here doing the victory dance. Please, celebrate with me! So, CHAPTER TEN! Let's get some Sophie.

CHAPTER 10 – SOMETHING OURS

The place was surprisingly quiet for a bar. Isolated from everything else, I could hear it was drizzling slightly outside, like a sound effect. I was sitting on a red booth, letting my body relax, my arms fell to my sides and my legs were still. Slowly I closed my eyes, my mind was half-asleep, uncertain if I truly should make a move.

Logan was right in front of me. The knot of his tie was loosened and the top button of his shirt was unfastened. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and it was clear that he had run his hand through his tousled hair a number of times.

We hadn't talked much. To be honest, I preferred it. I was still enjoying the feeling of having a huge weight coming off my shoulders. I felt like myself again, not a tomb of secrets about to overflow. I didn't rush Logan and let him take his time. His caramel-colored eyes revealed the conflict inside him, biting his fingers in order to suppress the anxiety.

Inside, I was still ecstatic with the last few minutes. I imagined this moment happening in many ways, but not this one. He kissed me. What did that mean? Those were my last thoughts as my body floated, weightless. Why did he do it?

"So…" Finally, he broke the silence.

"So…" I glanced back at him, shuddering at the thought of what was coming.

"How long?" Logan asked, cleaning his throat. He measured his voice, the tone more serious than I've ever heard before. His eyes were restless, blinking briskly as he tried to formulate a line of reasoning.

Theoretically, this was an easy question, but I hesitated to answer it. I spent too much time hiding the truth from him, now I felt ashamed. His eyes were insistent in their supplication and he sighed with deep feeling.

"Sixteen weeks!" The words crawled out my mouth, while I stared at my feet.

He widened his eyes even more. If I wasn't mistaken, it was indeed the face of disappointment.

"All this time?" Logan said, baffled. I frowned at his tone. I knew that I must have hit a nerve.

I tried to argue, but my brain wouldn't come up with a good rebuttal, probably because he was right.

"Yes..."

"So, in Maine" He nodded to himself. "You already knew." He concluded, pointedly.

"Yes..." I murmured, biting my lips.

Logan ran his hands over his face, closing his eyes in disapproval. Tension thickened the air between us, and I held my breath.

A waiter approached and saluted us. "Welcome to the Red Lion!" He tried to sound excited, but noticed the mood at the table. We felt uncomfortable with the timing, but which was so subtle or low-key that we were unsure of how to respond.

The waiter listed the menu politely. I was so worried I could not keep up with what he said. Neither of us seemed to have paid any attention to what he offered us. Instead, we were stuck in our angst gaze.

The man stood there, waiting for any sign. "So… Can I offer you anything, or…? He tried again.

"Whiskey for me and coffee for the lady." Logan defined.

"Okay. I'll be right back."

Logan's eyes followed the waiter until we could stay comfortably alone again. Then, he turned back to me.

"Rory, you should have told me. How could you keep this from me for so long?" He let off steam, almost whispering. His tone wasn't accusatory, but it was flat.

"I know I should have tell you before. Trust me, I wanted to, but the fight, and all those things..."

"What things?" He interjected.

"You said the work is the most important thing of your life." I said, choking up.

"This is totally different." He said, breaking our eye contact and shaking his head negatively.

"Why would it be? You are engaged, Logan. To another woman." I rectified. "I haven't told you before, because I was afraid of your reaction. Marriage is too important for your plans and your goals, your… priorities. " I said, trying to sound nonchalant, but with disdain slipping through my teeth.

"Not over a child. That changes everything." Logan guaranteed, taking a deep breath and resting his body against the seat.

"You don't really want to know the mess my head has been, Logan."

"But still... " He rehearsed an argument, but I interrupted him.

"Look, I know I should told you before, but I know now. I didn't before. I don't really want to start a fight with you." I began to gesture nervously. I didn't expect him to understand me from the start, but I wanted him to eventually do. I was a fool to think we spoke the same tongue, but I was willing to find a language that we both could understand.

"Right, I…"He nodded. "I'm sorry if I'm stressed out, but this is just too much to process. Let's just calm down. The last thing I want right now is for us to get mad at each other." His hard expression melted.

"Me too." I relaxed at his words.

"Here it is: A coffee for the lady and a whiskey for the gentleman." Realizing that the moment was still inopportune, he didn't bother offering us anything else.

I searched for Logan's eyes as he studied mine. My lips formed a smile against his, relishing the fact that he was here and we were going to be fine. I felt that the mood of relaxation was developing into something else, but it was inappropriate to continue it.

"Sixteen weeks, huh." Logan smiled suggestively, taking a sip for the first time.

"You're remembering, right?" I found mischief in his eyes.

"That was the point." He agreed.

"Stop it!" I said, my face blushing as I bit my lower lip and looked away quickly.

"What?" Logan grinned evilly.

"I don't know, It's just… weird." I whispered, rubbing the back of my neck, worried if the others in the establishment could hear me.

"Come on! We wanted it to be unforgettable! We can't say it wasn't." He raised his glass in a toast, waiting for my blessing.

"Fine, it was." I admitted, rolling my eyes.

We shared a chuckle at that. The irony was clear, but somehow comical. As I relaxed, all I had to say to Logan began to come back to my head. I had questions, but I also had explanations to give.

"I was planning to tell you at my book's launch." I placed both my hands in the mug and stared at him. I knew that getting back on this subject could backfire on me, but I couldn't avoid it anymore. Why he stood me up?

It worked like a charm.

"Yeah... About that, Rory". Logan's mood shifted inside him. He looked flustered and embarrassed, to the point that I regretted mentioning it.

"Never mind, you don't have to explain yourself to me." I said, trying to disperse the subject.

"Yes, I do." Logan's words were dry and serious.

"After your call that night, and I know you didn't meant to cause any trouble, but..." He was cautious.

"Odette..." I filled his sentence.

"Yes. She used her influence to collect information about you."

In that moment; a shiver ran through my body. I looked at him more intently. What was that supposed to mean? I thought. Was this woman stalking me?

"What?" I chocked, gaping in shock.

"One day before your event, I told her I would flight back home for a couple days. She didn't buy it; apparently, she saw it coming."

I asked him to repeat what he just said as I could not believe what I was hearing. Once again, he stated that it was true.

"Oh my God, Logan. What did you tell her?" I paled, raising a hand to cover my beating heart, while I still recovered from the shock.

"In fact, I didn't need to tell her much, she read about "some blonde, wealth, heir" guy you dated in Yale called Morgan in your book" Logan said playfully, mimicking a quotation mark with his fingers.

"Oh my God..." I covered my mouth with my hand, eyes widened.

"Yeah..." Logan smirked. He tried to downplay the bad news.

"So, she knows about us." I asked, rhetorically.

Logan sighed. "Every little detail, I would say." He confirmed, nodding.

"She knows about my graduation…"

"Yes!"

"She knows about London..."

"Yes!" He kept nodding.

"She knows about New Hampshire too?"

"Oh Yes!"

As I listened, I kept telling myself that this couldn't be true, but then I remembered how I talked about him. Passionately, eloquently. If she actually read it, the damage was probably huge.

"What happened then?"

"We fought badly." He said, flatly. I tried digging for further information, but his tone was mysterious and evasive.

"And?" I demanded, impatiently.

"She made me promise that I would never see you again."

"Oh..." I felt the ground open beneath my feet, and a wave of vertigo swept over me. I blinked in disbelief. This couldn't be real. I blinked a few more times, staring at him over and over.

"So she forbade you to see me, and you didn't show up." I concluded with my chest tight and my throat clicking with the dry swallows.

"No. Actually, I broke up with her." He corrected me, quietly.

"What?" I didn't understand, as if my brain short-circuited and needed to be rebooted. Did he just state that he broke up with her? I stared at him again, stupefied.

"Yes!" Logan said, dragging the word into three syllables, a mockery of my reaction. His face crackled into a broad smile, amused.

"Logan, why did you do that?"

He shook the liquid in his glass, watching it. He was reticent, but he seemed at peace with himself.

"It was the right thing to do." He attested.

"Was that what you wanted?"

There was a conflict in his eyes as he faced me, probably over a million different things. A tiny furrow creasing his brow. His gaze turned back to me and he finally spoke.

"I never wanted to hurt her, but I couldn't stand the idea of never see you again." Logan stated.

His words sparked a fire in me. The brief vulnerability in his eyes had claimed me to say something I was afraid to. It had been fleeting, but compelling.

"But…" I hesitated again before mumbling.

"What?" He asked, apprehensively.

"We said goodbye in New Hampshire. That was the point in the first place, right?"

"It's not the same thing, Rory. Saying that we should move on and knowing that I should live in a world that I couldn't never see you again. I couldn't promise her that, or to anyone."

My mouth twitched, and I was pretty sure I was fighting a smile. I didn't want to look pleased, certainly he wasn't that comfortable, but I was blissed out completely. So relieved to hear it that my heart felt close to bursting in pure happiness.

"Why are you blushing?" He questioned, smirking at me.

I knew that if he could see my cheeks burning, he knew how I felt. So I stammered. "I don't know, I think you're trying to play your Huntzberger charm on me."

"Is it working?" His smile and the lightning that flashed so resolutely in his gaze were all the answer he needed.

"Shut up!" I said, bashfully.

"Oh come on, Ace. I'm single now. If the first woman that I make a move turns me down, how do you think my self-esteem will survive?" He replied, feigning to be hurt.

"Yeah… " I giggled. "I'm sure your self-esteem is greatly depreciated." I mocked his drama.

"So… why did you leave me hanging then? Why didn't you send a text, email, Morse code, smoke signal?" I continued.

"It wasn't my intention. I missed the first flight, and I got there late. I saw you talking to a guy. You looked exhausted and I had already screwed up, so I didn't want to bother you. It wasn't fair." He returned to the serious tone, embarrassed.

"You saw me with Jess. So what?"

"I don't know, Ace. The last time all of us were at the same room, things didn't work very well either." Logan explained, taking another sip.

"He'sjust a friend." I replied intuitively, leaving an awkward silence between us again.

"I'm not asking for any explanation, Rory. This is your life, what kind of hypocrite would I be?"

"I know" I realized I was giving him explanations. "I'm saying this because I want to." I corrected myself, although it wasn't true.

"Okay, but I want you to know that if, somehow, you already have something in mind, I understand…"

"I don't." I interjected his fake altruism speech. Logan was my only plan, and I wanted him to know.

"That's good to know." His eyes fell briefly over my entire body leaving me blushing at his insinuation.

"I'm sorry for your engagement, Logan."

"I'm not." He replied, turning all the rest of the liquid down his throat.

"So, does your father know?" I asked.

"Nobody knows yet, you're the first one. No way, would she break the news first. She'd want everyone to know it was all me."

"I don't want to gloat, but I'd kill to see his face when you do."

"Yeah, like "Hey father, you're gonna be a grandpa, by the way, I called the wedding with Odette off and Rory Gilmore is the mother". He's going to leap for joy." Logan said, shaking his empty glass and laughing at himself.

Logan and I had spontaneously burst into informal conversation as we chuckled at our unique situation.

"It seemed funnier in my imagination." He said, raising his eyebrows reflexive.

"Tell me about it! You realize you left your job and you're here having drinks with me in the middle of the day, right?"

"Yeah... That will be my father's latest disappointment with me today." Logan said, pointedly.

"Can't say you're wrong about that." I agreed.

Logan kept his gaze on me, speechless.

Logan rose and sat by my side, cornering me between him and the wall. We were so close that I could hear him breathing. My heart began to pound as he touched my cheek with his fingertips, drawing my face around, so that I had to meet his eyes. It sounded ridiculous, but I was somewhat afraid of being so close to him like that. He intimidated me, more often than I'd like. I looked into his eyes and found the old young Logan, the one I fell in love with. I wondered how it would be like waking up every morning like that.

"What you're doing?" I whispered, knowing that any movement would make us touch.

He smirked at me.

"I'll tell you what, I'll send a car to pick up your stuff in the hotel and take us home. You need a hot shower, change your clothes and have a decent meal. What you think?" He said, curling my hair into his fingers. "Well, I do really need a better coffee than this one." I concluded, pushing the mug away.

"Great!" Logan said, standing up and putting his overcoat on. He reached out his hands to help me get out of the booth and I felt the spark of our fingers interlocking.

"What about the office?"

"It can wait. I want to spend some time with you." He stated, gently squeezing my hands.

"I'm gonna be spoiled like this." I said, with a smile escaping my lips.

He approached me, snuggling me into his arms and kissing me softly on the forehead. He looked to me and finished. "That's the point. Now my priority job is to take care of you and our baby."

His words made me pull in a soft breath, my heart beating fast. He just called the baby; our baby. I couldn't lie — that sounded like music to my ears.

He wrapped the warmed coat around my shoulders and we walked together toward the door, joined hands, as if we were back in 2005 once again.

On the way to his house, I rested my head on Logan as he stroked my arm. I could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest. It was fast at first but the rhythm slowed to a steady hypnotic beat, despite I couldn't tell which heart was louder. I caught myself smiling more than usual. I felt allowed to live this moment. After a few minutes, I looked up and I spotted him giggling quietly.

"What you're laughing about?" I requested to know.

"Oh, nothing..." Logan made some charm. " It's just something I remember reading in your book." He widened his eyes mockingly, simulating my surprise expression.

I froze, my face blushing brilliantly. Did he really read it?

"Did you read my book?" I said, stupefied and hysterically.

Logan started to chuckle, enjoying the situation.

"Of course, Ace. Do you really think I wouldn't? I'm a star in it" He stated, boasting about the huge chapters I spent talking about him.

I frowned as I watched his face of amusement, so I decided to get into his game.

"No, you're not. Morgan is."

"Huh." He was baffled. "Well played."

I smiled convincingly and added. "And what are you laughing about? Is my life funny to you?"

"Not at all, I was just looking at your cute face and I remembered how you broke your first boyfriend's marriage." He scratched his head nonchalantly, trying to mock me. "I have to say, Ace. I wasn't expecting nothing like that from you." He continued, teasing me.

"Why not? I just broke your engagement too." I rebuffed, maliciously.

"Ouch!" Logan dramatically put his hand on his chest, pretending to be hit by a shot. "That was mean!"

"The pleasure is all yours."

"I'm gonna ask for the full custody of the baby, you're such a danger for society."

"Exactly your type." I teased back.

Logan slid his body closer to me, looked into my eyes and cupped my face with his hands.

"Yes indeed!" He answered, seconds before leaning over to kiss me so deeply that I couldn't discern his breath from mine.

As soon as we arrived at the apartment, I allowed my eyes to run around, searching for familiar details, as if I was scanning a document. It's been a long time since I'd been here, but I still could see the difference. Some furniture seemed to have been reallocated. Obviously I also couldn't see Logan getting interested in Scandinavian decoration or embroidered Façonné cushions.

I was obsessed over the little details, then I saw begonias — they looked dried out and forgotten in the window. It was probably something that Odette left behind.

"Shouldn't you be watering those flowers?" I asked, suspiciously.

"Since when you're an expert in Botany, Ace?" Logan quipped, unbuttoning his coat and emptying his pockets. We barely got here and I was already twisting my nose for everything that could make me remember of her…

"I'm not. I'm just saying if you don't want flowers, what's the point of having it?" My question was tricky and he knew what I was thinking, or at least the direction of my thoughts, but he wouldn't going to ask me.

Logan wrapped his arms around my waist for behind me. He pulled my hair out of my neck and kissed me softly there.

"You're right. Maybe I should, but this specific flower is a little old now, I didn't take care of it enough and it ended up dying. Maybe we should pick a new one because they are beautiful and should be watered daily to maintain its beauty, like ..."

"Love?" I interrupted him, turning around and looking into his eyes. Logan was speechless for a minute, but a grin spread across his face.

"Exactly like love." He completed.

We stared at each other tenderly for a few seconds.

"Well, I think is time for you to rest a little. Take a hot shower while I prepare something for you. What do you think?" He said, fondling my face.

"Sounds Good."

I felt exhausted in every muscle in my body. I got into the shower and let the hot water relax me. A million questions ran through my head. I leaned on the wall and closed my eyes to let them go.

I left the shower and I went into the bedroom. There was a white silk nightdress perfectly stretched lying on the bed waiting for me – hopefully not Odette's. I sat on the bed where Logan and I had made love countless times and I touched the fabric with the tip of my fingers. I felt its softness and smiled at the idea of wearing it.

I put it on and caught sight of myself in the mirror. I caressed my belly and felt the joy of being where I was, doing what I was doing, with who I was with. I didn't notice Logan standing in the door with his legs pulled away from the wall so only his shoulders rested leaning on it. He was holding a coffee mug and watching me, smiling.

"How long you are there?" I asked.

"Long enough." We smiled, as he put the mug in a dresser and came close to me.

"Let me touch it." Logan said, sitting on the bed and resting his hands on my belly.

I caught a glimpsed emotion glimmering in his eyes when he made the first contact with his child. I stroked his blond hair from the neck to the ears as he stared at me transfixed. Logan kissed my belly and rested his face on me, peacefully.

Like a movie in my head, everything started to make sense. The smell of delicious coffee through the apartment, those soft sheets and the touch of Logan. Everything was just like before.

"I missed that smell." I admitted, breathing in.

"So you have a lot of memories from here, huh?" He said, mischievously.

"Yeah, Mr. Do you want to hear them?" I teased him back.

"Hum, maybe I wanna make new memories" He smiled suggestively, rubbing his hands on the back of my thighs, aware that I wasn't using anything else underneath the nightdress.

I should be literally excited to hear this, but I wasn't. In fact, I was scared. I tried to slip from his hands, leaving him confused. Logan held me by the hips and brought me back to meet his face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes clouded.

"I don't know, Logan". I ran my hands over my face, crossing my arms next. I was trying to protect myself from I didn't know what.

"What's the matter, Ace?"

I stuttered a little while trying to explain myself. "I'm not sure if I want you to see me." My cheeks were burning to the point of pain.

"See you...?" He raised his eyebrows and let a little smirk slip away.

"Naked". He forced me to say the word, even vexed.

"You kidding, right?" Logan giggled as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in his life.

"No, I'm serious. Stop laughing." I commanded, elbowing him.

"Okay, I'm not laughing anymore." He was bent over with suppressed laughter.

"Yes you are!" I said, almost mad with his lack of seriousness.

"Rory, I can see you naked anytime."

"Excuse me?" I asked, pulling my head back and looking at him in surprise.

"I mean, I just need to close my eyes like this," He interpreted. "And look, I have a thousand terabytes of naked Rory Gilmore in my mind".

"Oh, shut up!" That was a complete waste of time, so I tried to escape his arms once more, stubbornly.

"No, come back. I'm just joking. What's the problem?" He laughed, holding my wrist.

"The problem is... I'm different, Logan. I am…" I was getting inpatient.

"You're what?" He grimaced.

"Fat! Swollen! Huge in all possible ways." I started to freaking out.

"You're not fat, you're pregnant. It's natural." Logan tried to minimize my anguish.

"I know, but I don't feel good about myself right now. I don't feel pretty, or sexy for you to see me like this." I justified.

Logan shook his head in an emphatic "No" and continued. "You're always pretty and sexy enough for me."

"You're saying this now, but..."

"Rory, I mean it. This is just paranoia in your head." His tone was firm and optimistic, devoid of humor.

"You promise?" I pouted, getting convinced by his bright eyes.

"I would never lie to you, but shame on you rejecting fat people in the 21st century."

I rolled my eyes with those utterly ridiculous jokes. I let my hands ran over his face again as we were attached in this sexy haze. He pulled me closer and touched my body with his soft lips. He started with my belly and was slowly climbing up to breasts, then my neck.

He was standing in front of me, brushing my damp hair back from my face and massaging my temples with his thumbs. He held me tight, passionately kissing me one more time. I lightly moaned in response in his mouth and he smiled in to the kiss without pulling his lips away. I couldn't help but letting him guide my body in the rhythm of his, my nails digging into his shoulders.

Logan laid me down in bed carefully and covered my body with his. The soft friction of the sheets against my heated flesh making me all but writhe for release. I could feel his eyes and it sent heat rippling over my skin.

My body was chilling in every inch he could find, my breath at the same pace as my heart, connected with the sensation of him on me, under me and inside me.

We couldn't take our hands off each other for the rest of the night. We tried the best fit for us and I was delighted with the certainty that there was no place I would rather be right now.

At the dead of night, Logan fell asleep with his arm over me, while we were spooning. I could feel his warm fresh breath touching my ear. I thought about how many empty nights I had before that, feeling unfulfilled by the doubt, and how that moment could make all the pain worth it.

I never was any fan of emotional self-punishment, but I couldn't explain how rewarding the little moments with him could be. I liked what he did; I liked being attached to him somehow; I liked the idea of us having a strong bond for life. Maybe it could be easier if I had walked away and live a life with Paul or any other guy safer, but I could never choose stop feeling like this. That's the problem of being close or away from Logan.

We were in the kitchen for breakfast at dawn. I was hungry as always and Logan cooked me a full traditional English breakfast. It was amazing and scary how we could fall into old habits so easily.

Logan touched his pocket and his phone was ringing. Resigned, he reluctantly reached for his cell phone. He looked down and confusion quickly shot across his face.

"Is your father, right?" I concluded.

Logan sighed. "No, I had several missing calls from him last night, but I'm sure he just wanted to poison my head about you, so I ignored it and simply replied to the messages this morning saying I will take a few days off without further explanations."

"So, who is it?" I waited apprehensive for his words.

"My mother." Logan said, his face blank.

I frowned. "And this is a potential problem? How often does your mother call you?"

The question was weird to me. I could never stay so long without talking to my mother, even living so far away from her. I knew his relationship with his family didn't compare to mine, but still.

"Not very often. Usually she calls me on weekends from a spa to gossip or complain about my father. Our conversations always start and end in the same way, so I wasn't expect she would. I didn't even know she'd be awake."

I nodded, pretending to understand.

"Hi, Mom." Logan answered.

The phone was so loud, even from the doorway I could hear both sides of the conversation.

"Logan, where the hell are you? Why don't you answer your damn phone?" Shira was yelling in his ears. She probably already knew about us.

"Why are you screaming? What's wrong?" He asked in a slow, confused voice.

"Because, I'm with your father in the hospital." She replied, angrily.

Logan cringed, rolling his eyes..

"He may be dying."

A/N: This is my favorite chapter so far, I hope it was yours as well. But you know I'm evil. You have to keep reading to find out if it's going to last! So tell me, do you want to know how the confrontation between Logan and Odette was? Stay tuned, here comes a special chapter. And you still have not left me a review? What does a girl have to do here? :)