CHAPTER ELEVEN

LOGAN

I was trying my hardest not to go on any trips if it's wasn't absolutely necessary, it was still about one week a month. I wanted to help Rory when she's sick and help Cameron get ready for her day. Each morning I woke up with Rory bolting to the bathroom, following and helping whatever way I could. I got her coffee, witch we were still arguing about, and got Cameron up. I swear I will remember Cameron's reaction to when we told her about Rory's pregnancy until the day I die. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree and instantly told all her friends that she was going to be a big sister. This morning was no different. Rory and I were in the kitchen, making pop tarts and coffee. I always tried to get her to eat something healthier. I poured myself a cup of coffee.

"Decaf?" I questioned, Rory had woken up early this morning and she was always had coffee hidden around the apartment.

"Nope." She slipped her cup and put it down to get the pop tars out of the toaster. Cameron came running in, asking for her pop tart. I picked up Rory's cup and poured it's contents down the drain. As soon as Cameron left the room she went back to her cup, refilling it.

"I'm not giving up coffee Logan."

"Just think about it."

"No, I drank coffee when I was pregnant with Cameron and she turned out fine, so I am going to drink coffee now. Especially since I haven't been sleeping."

"Why haven't you been sleeping?"

"I think you know what has been keeping me up." She hinted around.

"I hate it when you work blue." I told her and she continued to drink her coffee. "Does that mean that our baby having two heads is my fault? Because you find me so irresistable?"

"Our baby won't have two heads, but Cameron does have six toes on each foot."

"Your kidding." I asked. I knew that girl from head to toe, all ten of them.

"Yeah I am. But her thumbs are double jointed."

"See? She's mutated." She hit my arm.

"Go to work. I'll see you tonight." She kissed me.

"Cameron, let's go!" We left together and I went to work. I sat at my desk and tried to work, finding it almost impossiable. I couldn't stop thinking about Rory. I had only been here an hour and I already wanted to go home. I tried to snap out of it, I had to work. I started to type my article, I might be the C.E.O. but I was going to write, it's what I wanted to do. I cursed the phone ringing. I picked it up.

"What do you mean you won't go on business trips anymore." Flew through my phone.

"I want to be home a majority of the time Dad." I didn't have the patience for this.

"AThis is your job." He argued.

"I know. And I'm doing this job, that I didn't want, by the way."

"We had a deal Logan, I expect you to fufill it."

"I am not going on trips unless it's absolutely necessary. I still come here in the morning and stay late." A reporter named Briand came in and sat down. "I have work to do Dad, I have to go." I told him.

"I'll talk to you about this later Logan."

"I have no doubt." I told him before I hung up. I turned to Brian.

"What can I do for you Brian?"

"I didn't mean to interupt your conversation with your Father." He said apologetically.

"Don't worry about it, it was welcomed." I told him. I didn't know how long I could get away with not going on very many trips before my Dad imploaded. Taking on my Dad was like taking on the Manhattan garbage union, not a word heard by him. I was staying home with Rory while she's pregnant and raising out baby and that was that, I just couldn't tell him that.

RORY

I woke up that morning queazy again, four weeks full of sickness. I never had it like this with Cameron, I had passed it off as a flu for a while. My Doctor said it was completely normal, but I wasn't so sure. Cameron had be so much easier, except for when it was a week before my due date and Colin and Finn had refused to leave my side. I was happy because they were there, I could not of done it without them. I threw up and insisted Logan take the first shower, there wasn't a chance I was drinking decaf today. I was in no mood to play around. I went into the kitchen and pulled a baggie out of the goldfish bag in the cabnit. I was forced to hide my coffee from Logan. Any found would be consificated. It was getting annoying. We bickered about it constantly and I was not giving in anytime soon. I was not doing this without my coffee. He raced out a second later and I took my cup with me into the bathroom, I came out a minute later finding the pot empty as I expected it to be.

"Logan!" I barked, putting the coffee pot down harder that I attended to because it shattered into peices. Logan hurried into the room at the sound of the glass breaking.

"What happened?" He asked, I started to clean up the glass.

"I broke the empty coffee pot." I told him.

"Let me help you." He came over but I stopped him.

"I got it Logan." I snapped and he stopped in his place. "And why was the coffee pot empty? Oh that's right, my sadist boyfriend dumped in down the drain again."

"I was..." He started to explain.

"Save it." I told him, continuing to clean glass before I noticed my finger was bleeding.

"Shit." I stared at it. Logan got a paper towel and placed pressure on it.

"Thank you." I told him, taking over with the first aid as I put a car bear band aid and called Cameron. He stopped as we were walking out the door and kissed me, before I could even respond he spoke.

"You look like you needed it."

"And some coffee to complete my morning."

"Are you ever going to give up?"

"No, I'm like a superhero, if I give up then innocents will die and I will get my wings taken away."

"I thought wings were angels."

"A cape is way too cliche, wings are better."

"I think i'm started to catch on."

"Good because I don't have the energy to explain it again and we have to tell the Grandparents tonight."

"About that..." I felt an excuse coming on.

"You're coming, end of story. You're the boss, you can leave early once in a while." There was no way that I was going alone again. The plans were to tell them last week but something came up to keep him at the office, it was all very convient.

"Not that. I will defiently be there but I want to talk to you about something before we tell your Grandparents tonight."

"Come on, let's walk and talk otherwise we'll be late again." I told him, I only had a few guesses what he had to tell me. We walked down the hall, Cameron in trail.

"I don't think we should tell my parents." He told me, I had guessed but that surely wasn't one of them.

"Why?" I was shocked, it had never even crossed my mind.

"After what almost happened with Cameron, I don't want to take that chance."

I thought about it. I knew he was right but still, they were our chrildren's Grandparents, they had a right to know.

"I agree, but how can we hide something like this?" I asked him. It wasn't like people wouldn't know.

"Tell your Grandparents not to tell my parents and don't go to any functions." I hailed a cab. One stopped in front of them.

"Hey, I'm all up for not seeing your parents."

"Good. I'll see you tonight? I'll be home by 5:30 at the latest." He kissed me and Cameron and I got in the cab.

EMILY

Tonight was going to be a good night, I could feel it in my bones. Tonight Rory and Logan are going to tell me something fabulous, I just knew it. I heard a knock on the door, this was so exciting. Lorelai, Logan, Rory and Cameron stood at the door. I greeted them as the maid took their coats. There was something different about Rory. I couldn't put my finger on it though.

"Is everything alright?" I asked.

"Everything is fine Grandma, where's Grandpa?"

"In Amsterdam."

"Sounds exciting." Rory said, we sat down.

"Yeah, has he visited any special bakeries yet?"

"I'm not naive Lorelai, and I don't appreciate that."

"Sorry Mom, I was just joking, you might know, those arrangment of words that sometimes make people laugh."

"Let's sit down. Drinks anyone?" I changed the subject. I gave everyone they're choices and joined them.

"How is working for your Dad going Logan?"

"It's fine, no crazier that California."

"Hard work is good for the soul." I theorized.

"It's also good for the wallet." Lorelai commented and I rolled my eyes.

"Are you ok Rory? You look pale." I took notice to her.

"I'm fine, just a little nausea."

"If your sick you should not of come." I told her. She took a sip of her coke.

"Trust me, I'm not contagious."

The girl looked like walking death. "Well, what's wrong with you then?" Logan took Rory's hand. What a sweet geusture.

"It's nothing, really." Lorelai and Logna stared at her. There was something going on, I could tell.

"Nonsense, it's obviously something, not look horriable."

"Come on Rory, tell Grandma what you have." Lorelai nudged Rory's arm.

"I don't see what Rory being sick has to do with you Lorelai."

"Well, I've had it before, you did too."

That was a little weird, it was just Lorelai being Lorelai I suppose.

"Rory?" I questioned her sudden silence.

"I'm pregnant." She spit out. I wasn't sure how to react.

"What did you say." I had to make sure I heard right.

"I'm pregnant again Grandma."

"Are you going to get married?" I hoped for a yes but I knew my Granddaughter.

Rory and Logan exchanged looks. "We actually haven't discussed it yet Emily." Logan spoke up.

"You haven't discussed it yet Emily." Logan spoke up.

"You haven't discussed it yet? What do you mean you haven't discussed it yet? I will not allow another child born outside of wed lock Rory. It's unacceptable."

"It's not really your business." She told me. I couldn't believe that tone. That was her Mother's tone.

"Yours and your childrens welfare are my business Rory."

"Yes, that is your business but Logan and my personal relationship is not."

"Fine." I gave in, I wasn't going to make any footwork pushing the subject.

"We do have something to ask."

"What is that?"

"We don't want to tell my parents right away, since what happened with Cameron, we want to pave the road first so nothing like that will happen again."

"What does that have to do with me?" I replied, they had a point, no one wanted that to happen again.

"Don't tell Mitchum and Shira anything about this, I'm not going to any functions were they are at."

"How long are you going to keep this a secret?" I asked.

"We are going to tell them eventually, just not now."