OK so here's the chapter. Honestly this was one of the my favorites to write. This along with the Rehearsal Dinner and the Wedding. They're all good to me but those were my favorite to write. Also, review please! You're really the best!

So it's now day 3 and 9:30 in the morning. I woke up an hour ago and Rory…is still sleeping. I'm finding it scary now. She's normally up before me. It wouldn't be so bad except for the fact it's not like she's sleeping 8 ½ or 9 hours. She's sleeping closer to 11 or 12.

I was glad to see her eat more last night. Granted it wasn't much more. This is starting to worry me. I go peek inside the bedroom. Yeah, she's still asleep. I close the door quietly and pull out her laptop. I bring up the Mayo Clinic website and under symptoms I go to fatigue. I dismiss all of the possible causes…until I get to pregnancy. Oh my god…could she be pregnant? I never put it together until now. It would make sense. She's been tired, she's not eating, she's been getting kind of irritable.

Now of course I'm questioning whether or not she's suspecting whether or not she is. Or even better if she's taken a test. I would hope she would at least tell me if she was going to take one. She has been off a little since we got here. I think she knows. I hit the back arrow at the top of the browser page. I stare curiously at the page. It's a website about early pregnancy symptoms. Oh my god so I was right. She is thinking she's pregnant.

My mind is kind of spinning. I can't wrap my head around this. We weren't planning on a baby for awhile but now that I think about it, Rory has been reminding me when we weren't fully protected. So I haven't been caring as much when it came to birth control and I probably should have been.

Then again, I mean we are married now. The wedding is over and I'm settled in pretty well at my job. Rory is going to be starting as the editor-in-chief of the online magazine at the beginning of next year. We moved into our condo and had fun christening almost every single room there. I get to thinking then. It was probably in the kitchen. That was like a month ago and she did warn me that she switched the type of birth control she was on and didn't think that it had fully kicked in.

At 10 o'clock, I call down to the kitchen and order room service. I order all of Rory's favorites. This is going to be a test in itself. I head into the bedroom…and she's not there. The bathroom door is closed. I creep closer and I hear her getting sick. Forget the damn test; it's like 99% a sure thing she's pregnant.

I head back out of the bedroom before she comes out of the bathroom. I take a seat at the breakfast bar and open up the CNN website. Let's see what's going on in the rest of the world. Rory comes out a few minutes later.

"Hey." She gives me a kiss. She brushed her teeth. I think she's trying to hide the fact that she got sick.

"Morning Ace. Sleep good?" I ask her as I refill my coffee.

"I'm in love with that bed." She grins.

"Hey, we've got a really nice bed at home, remember?" I remind her. "We tried out like 5 of them before we found a bed that we both liked."

"I haven't forgotten. Is the food on its way up?" She asks as she sits down next to me.

I nod as I take a drink of my coffee. "Yeah, it should be here shortly. Are you pretty hungry?" I ask casually.

"Famished." She tells me as I see her pour herself a cup of coffee. All the way up. Now we'll have to see if she drinks all of it.

The food arrives 10 minutes later. I pull the cart over to the table and unload the food. We take a seat and Rory's scanning all of the items.

"You got all of my favorites." She grins. "How am I supposed to choose?"

"You can always try a little bit of each." I offer as I grab the plate of waffles.

"I may just do that."

I am keeping track of just how much she's eating. This is the most I've seen her eat since we've been here. I just hope it all stays down.

"How's yours?" She asks as she takes a drink of her juice.

"It's really good."

"What do you want to do today?"

I shrug. "I was thinking like jet-skiing or if you want we could always go into town and go souvenir shopping."

"Yeah, we do have a lot of those to get, don't we?"

I nod as she takes a bite of her scrambled eggs. "But let's got jet-skiing. We can do souvenir shopping tomorrow. I plan on getting my haircut tomorrow too."

I frown. "You're still going to do that?"

"Of course I am. It will be nice to have it shorter again."

I haven't seen my wife with short hair since we started dating. I'm going to have to get used to that again. I'm trying to figure out how to broach the subject of the pregnancy with her. I have a feeling she may get defensive on me. That's the last thing that I want, of course. This is going to require some thought.

"Logan…" She nudges my arm.

"Hmm…" I look over at her.

"Are you OK?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Are you OK?"

"Yeah of course. Why wouldn't I be?" She frowns.

I sigh. OK here goes. "Rory…why haven't you told me that you think you might be pregnant?"

She nearly chokes on her juice. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Come on, Rory. I was on your laptop this morning and saw you had looked up early pregnancy symptoms…"

"What are you doing? Snooping now?" She snaps.

Yeah, I figured it might start like this. "Rory, I wasn't snooping. I was on the Mayo Clinic website looking up fatigue because I was getting worried about how much you've been sleeping. I went through the list and ruled out most of the options until I got to pregnancy. I then got to wondering whether or not it had crossed your mind. I hit the back arrow and there it was."

She's being really quiet.

"Are you late?" I ask her gently.

"No." She tells me adamantly.

"Have you taken a test?"

"No and I'm not going to."

"What do you mean you're not going to?"

"Until I'm officially late, I'm not going to."

"You do realize you don't have to wait until you're late to take a test." I remind her.

"I'm not ready to." She admits quietly.

"You're not ready to?" I repeat.

"I'm not mentally ready to, Logan. Until I'm officially late, I'm not taking the test."

"And when will that be official?"

"Tomorrow."

"Rory, why didn't you just tell me?"

"I wasn't going to say anything until I knew for sure." She explains. "I didn't want you to get freaked out over nothing."

Understandable. "I'm not freaked out though."

She studies me carefully. "You're right. You're not. How can you not be?"

"Because you're freaked out enough for both of us." I joke and she gives me a small smile.

"Seriously, Logan. How can you not be?" She asks as she sips her coffee.

"Honestly, I was a little at first. But the more I got to thinking about it, you did point out when we weren't fully protected."

"I'm glad you remember me saying that." She tells me.

"I do." I nod. "And I got to thinking how everything's fallen into place. Everything with work is good and the wedding's over…" None of the things I've mentioned are making her relax so I try something else. "Come here."

She's hesitant, though.

"Come on." I coax her as I reach out and grab her hand. She slowly gets up and comes and sits down on my lap. "Promise me something."

"What's that?" She murmurs as she rests her head on my shoulder.

"Promise me you won't keep things like this to yourself."

She raises her head. "Logan, I had no intention of keeping this a secret."

"That's not it. Rory, you've been keeping quiet for days. You had an idea of what was going on and I spent that time worried about what was happening to you."

"I know." She slowly nods. "I'm sorry."

"Ace, I'm your husband. We can't keep big things like this from each other, OK?"

"You're right."

I give her a sweet kiss. "I love you so much Rory."

"I love you too, Logan."

We sit in silence for a moment and she's back to resting her head on my shoulder.

"Logan?" She whispers.

"Yeah, Ace?"

"Aren't you scared?"

"Terrified." I confess. "But, we'll get through this together. I promise."

My morning did not get off to a good start. I woke up just before 10 feeling completely sick to my stomach. I barely made it to the bathroom before I got sick. This is just great: yet another thing to add to the ever growing list of pregnancy symptoms.

I come out of the bathroom after I comb my hair and brush my teeth. Logan's sitting at the breakfast bar reading the CNN website.

"Hey." I give him a kiss.

"Morning Ace. Sleep good?"

"I'm in love with that bed." I reveal.

"Hey, we've got a really nice bed at home, remember?" He reminds me. "We tried out like 5 of them before we found a bed we both liked."

"I haven't forgotten." I grin. "Is the food on its way up?" I take a seat next to him.

He takes a drink of his coffee. "Yeah, it should be here shortly. Are you pretty hungry?"

"Famished." I admit as I grab a coffee cup and pour coffee in it. I fill it all the way up. I still don't know if I'm going to be able to drink it all. We're going to try.

The food comes soon after that. I'm watching Logan unload all of the food entrees. Oh my god, he really pays attention.

"You got all of my favorites." I beam. "How am I supposed to choose?"

"You can always try a little of each." He suggests.

"I may just do that."

The first thing I try is the pancakes. They're amazing. Next I try the sausage. That's really good too. I pretty well sample all of the items. They're incredible but what's most incredible is the fact that I have the appetite and stomach for all of this. I think Logan is relaxing at the visual. I think he was getting worried.

By the time I finish, I've had 2 pancakes, several sausage, 3 strips of bacon, a good helping of scrambled eggs and a couple pieces of toast. Wow! I really hope I don't get sick.

I look over and see that Logan's off in his own little world. He's got a strange look on his face. I don't know if I've ever seen this look before. He looks genuinely worried for some reason.

"Logan…" I nudge his arm to bring him back to reality.

"Hmm…" He glances over at me.

"Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you OK?"

I frown. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

I see him slowly exhale. I start to take a drink of my orange juice.

"Rory…why haven't you told me that you think you might be pregnant?"

OK so the juice goes down the wrong pipe and I start to choke. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Come on Rory. I was on your laptop this morning and saw you had looked up early pregnancy symptoms."

Oh my god! I can't believe him! "What are you doing? Snooping now?" I really shouldn't be mad at him. I guess it's just that he caught me so off-guard.

"Rory, I wasn't snooping. I was on the Mayo Clinic website looking up fatigue because I was getting worried about how much you've been sleeping. I went through the list and ruled out most of the options until I got to pregnancy. I then got to wondering whether or not it had crossed your mind. I hit the back arrow and there it was."

I really shouldn't have kept this from him. I'm feeling really guilty. I had my reasons and it's not like I planned to keep it secret for long; just until I knew one way or the other.

"Are you late?"

I feel really weird talking about this but it's not like it's with a total stranger. Logan's my husband for God's sake. "No." I reply quickly.

"Have you taken a test?"

"No and I'm not going to." I tell him adamantly.

He's frowning at me. "What do you mean you're not going to?

"Until I'm officially late, I'm not going to." I reiterate.

"You do realize you don't have to wait until you're late." He informs me. Apparently he's paying attention during pregnancy test commercials.

"I'm not ready to." I confess in a whisper.

"You're not ready to?"

"I'm not mentally ready to, Logan." I clarify. "Until I'm officially late, I'm not taking the test." I repeat.

"And when will that be official?"

"Tomorrow."

"Rory, why didn't you just tell me?"

I'm trying to think of a really good excuse. I really wish I would have told him. "I wasn't going to say anything until I knew for sure. I didn't want you to get freaked out over nothing."

He's smiling at me. "I'm not freaked out though."

I look him over. Oh my god. "You're right; you're not. How can you not be?"

"Because you're freaked out enough for both of us." He's smirking so I give him a small smile.

"Seriously Logan. How can you not be?"

"Honestly, I was a little at first. But the more I got to thinking about it, you did point out when we weren't fully protected."

"I'm glad you remember me saying that."

"I do." He nods. "And I got to thinking how everything's fallen into place. Everything with work is good and the wedding is over…"

That's true. The wedding's over and I know that Logan really likes his job but that's not enough to get me to relax. And Logan's realizing that now by the expression on my face.

"Come here." He moves back in his chair.

I don't move though.

"Come on." He grabs my hand and pulls me to him. I take a seat on his lap. "Promise me something."

"What's that?"

"Promise me that you won't keep things like this to yourself."

I frown. "Logan, I had no intention of keeping this a secret."

"That's not it. Rory, you've been keeping quiet for days. You had an idea what was going on and I spent that time worried about what was happening to you."

"I know." I whisper as I nod. "I'm sorry."

"Ace, I'm your husband. We can't keep big things like this from each other, OK?"

"You're right."

He leans down and kisses me. "I love you so much, Rory."

I smile. I must admit he is making me feel better. This conversation had a completely different outlook when it took place in my head. Once again I underestimated my husband. I need to stop doing that. "I love you too, Logan." I put my head back on his shoulder.

"Logan?"

"Yeah Ace?"

"Aren't you scared?"

"Terrified." He admits. "But we'll get through this together. I promise."

"I know we will."

"Ace?"

"Hmm…"

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm OK."

"Do you still want to go jet-skiing?"

I grin. "Absolutely. Let's go change." I get up from his lap. He's trailing right behind me. We change into our swimsuits and head to the beach. We spend the majority of our day at the beach and on the ocean. We take turns driving the jet-ski. We end up having a blast. It's after 5 by the time we get back to our hotel room.

"Do you want to eat out or stay in?" Logan asks me right before I step into the shower.

"We can eat out." I tell him as I get in the shower. I close my eyes as I run the shampoo through my hair and rinse it out. It then dawns on me that this will be the last time for awhile I'm going to have long hair.

I reach for the conditioner behind me and I still have my eyes closed and apparently my husband is standing right behind me because he hands it to me.

"How long have you been standing there?" I turn around and face him after I put conditioner in my hair.

"I just got in." He tells me as he pulls me to him. He then leans down and gives me a kiss. "Did you have fun today?"

I nod. "I loved it. You?" I rinse my hair out.

"Yeah. We should do that more often."

"Yeah, we should."

After I wash the body wash off of me I step out and let Logan finish showering. I change into a hunter green frilly top and black dress shorts. I come back into the bathroom and apply some makeup.

"So what sounds good?" I ask as I put my black mascara on.

"I'm don't know. What are you in the mood for?" He asks.

"I'm not sure. We should do some looking around and see."

"Sounds good. I'll be out in a minute."

I put the final touches on my makeup and then head out of the room to look up restaurants.

Today was a good day. Scratch that. Today was a great day. Spending the day on the ocean almost made me forget about the fact that I don't know whether or not I'm pregnant. Almost.

It's now 1 in the morning. We had went to bed at 11:30. I wake up for a second and see that Rory's awake.

"Ace…why aren't you sleeping?" I turn over to face her.

"You know why, Logan." She tells me as she stares at the ceiling.

"Rory, there's nothing we can do right now. You really need to go to sleep."

"I've tried, Logan."

I pull her over to me and envelope my arms around her body.

"Better?" I ask as I kiss her forehead.

"It helps, yeah." She mumbles.

I hold her for the rest of the night. I hear her breathing even out about 15 minutes later and I know she's asleep. I know she's really worried about being pregnant. I'm trying to be supportive here but sometimes it's just hard. I know she's not ready for it; hell, I'm not ready for it but we would have 8, 8 ½ months. I just wish I knew what I could say short of telling her she's not pregnant to make her feel better.

I wake up at 9 and Rory's still snuggled up against me.

"Ace…" I whisper.

"Hmm…" I hear her mumble.

"Time to get up."

"What time is it?" She asks.

"It's just after 9." I tell her as I sit up. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, I am." She replies as she sits up.

"I'm going to go order food."

"Sounds good."

I head into the living room to order room service. I make sure not to go overboard with ordering this time. Rory comes out a few minutes later with her robe on, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her face red. She must still be late.

"You OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She tries to crack a smile as she comes over and gives me a kiss.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm OK. What time did you want to go shopping?"

I shrug. "I was thinking around 11."

"That sounds good." She heads over to the coffee machine and pours herself a cup. I had just made the coffee a few minutes ago while I was ordering.

"Rory…"

"Hmm…" She looks over at me as she takes a drink of it.

"Are you late?"

She frowns. "I'm still not ready to take the test, Logan but technically yes, I am."

"You do realize that you'll need to do it before we leave the island."

"I know." She nods.

"And you also realize that the longer you wait, doesn't mean the result is going to change."

"I know Logan." She groans. "I just want to go shopping and get my haircut. I'll worry about the test later." She tells me.

I really don't want to fight with her. It is her body and I don't want her doing anything before she's ready. So I just nod and say OK.

We change and we're out the door at just after 11. We picked an incredible week to have our honeymoon here. It's been like the most perfect weather. Not that we don't have good weather in California because we do. But the Turks and Caicos truly are a paradise.

At 11:30 Rory heads off to the salon. She tells me to give her around an hour. I question an hour but she tells me she might get a manicure done too. I kiss her goodbye as she heads into the salon.

I hit a couple of shops and I find some shot glasses for Colin and Finn. I also find them a couple of hats. Hopefully they like them. I'm walking down the street and across the road I spot a pharmacy. I head into the store and browse around even though I'm only looking for one thing. I'm not going to force her to take it right now but she's going to take it eventually and I'll save her from buying it.

I'm heading to the aisle that has the pregnancy tests and I carefully look them over. Damn, there are a lot of them! It's unreal that there's so many ways to tell a woman that they're pregnant or not. I choose one of them and make my way to the checkout. I pay for the test and put the small bag inside my bigger bag that has Colin and Finn's presents in it. I make my way back to the salon and peek in the window. I see Rory at the front desk paying her bill. Wow! She looks so much older with her hair cut short. It does look good on her though.

"Hey!" She grins at me as she comes out of the salon. She slowly turns around to show just how short she got it cut. "What do you think?"

"I think it looks great on you, Ace." I smile at her. It does look really good.

"Did you already go shopping?" She looks down and sees my bag.

"Oh just for Colin and Finn." I explain. "Should we go finish?"

She nods. "Let's go."

We head down the road to one of the souvenir shops. As soon as we walk in, she spots a straw hat.

"Ooo…that's cute." She comments.

"For whom? Your mom?"

"No, Paul Anka."

I start to laugh. "You're buying your mom's dog a straw hat?"

"Why not? He looked good with a turban so I'm sure he'd look good with a straw hat."

"When was he wearing a turban?" I ask as she grabs the hat.

"Last year for the winter carnival. He played a doggie swami."

I die laughing. "That's funny."

We spent a few hours collecting souvenirs for everyone. Jewelry was the main thing that was bought. Then again, most of the people we're buying for are women. Honor's getting a bracelet; Gigi, Lorelai, Stephanie, and Paris are getting necklaces and Lane's getting earrings.

We head back to the room at 4:30. I'm carrying two bags and she's carrying 2 bags.

"Well, that was a productive day." She declares as she tosses the bags on the couch.

"It was." I just stare at her as I sit down.

"What?" She raises an eyebrow.

"With your hair that way it makes you look 5 years older."

"Really? You think so?"

I nod. "I do."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Well, it's not a bad thing." I grin. "No it really does look good on you."

"Thank you."

I get quiet for a moment then ask. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm OK. Why?"

"Just curious."

"Logan…"

"I bought you something." I inform her as I give her the bag.

She peeks inside then scowls. "Why did you buy me a pregnancy test?"

"Because you need to take one." I remind her. "Unless anything's changed in the last few hours."

"No." She grumbles. "I bet you got lots of looks, didn't you?"

I grin. "Maybe one or two."

"You know, I would have bought it."

"Well, I saved you from buying one."

"No, you bought it to ensure that I would take it." She corrects me. OK so she's right; that was another reason.

"Well, yeah, that too." I nod.

She sighs as she stares at the box. "OK. I'll be back in a minute."

I nod. I honestly thought it would take more arm-twisting. She comes back a minute later.

"So how long?"

"Three minutes." She mumbles.

I smile at her and she smiles back.

Thirty seconds later, she looks over at me and says, "I've always heard that this time crawls. I had hoped that people were lying. Apparently they're not."

"We'll be fine. It shouldn't be too much longer."

She is right though. Every second feels like an hour. Why does this feel like a death sentence? I know that a huge exaggeration and it's anything but, but the wait is pure torture!

I look down at my watch and tell her it's time.

"You go look." She tells me.

I raise an eyebrow. "Really?"

She nods. "Yeah. Go ahead."

"OK." I head into the bathroom and pick up the test. There's our proof; she's pregnant. This isn't surprising us, of course but I think she was clinging to the thin ray of hope that she wasn't just yet.

I come back out and hand her the test. I then give her a hug and a kiss and tell her how much I love her.

"You OK?" I ask.

She nods. "Yeah. You?""

"Yeah."

"So it's real." She concludes.

"Yeah, it's real." She gets quiet then and it's an eerie quiet. It's not very often I see her get this way.

"Tell me what you're thinking, Rory."

"It's too fast." She admits. "It's way too fast, Logan. We just got married like 5 days ago."

"I know." I nod. "But it's not like we can rewind time here, Ace."

"Seriously, how are you not freaking out more?" She demands and I smile.

"Because while it is fast, you have to remember that we still have a fair amount of time to plan. We have longer to plan for the baby then we did for our wedding." I remind her.

"That's true but think about how fast that time went."

"Yeah, it did. We had 5 months with the wedding but Rory we're getting like another 3 on top of that."

"I know." She nods solemnly.

The way she's acting is starting to scare me. "Please tell me you're not questioning whether or not we should have the baby."

Her mouth drops open. "Of course I want the baby! I could never have an abortion, Logan nor would I want to. My mom was in a similar position when she was younger than me. Had she chosen that I wouldn't be here."

"That's right; you wouldn't be. You need to remember Rory it's a similar position but it's not identical." I inform her. "First of all, you're 7 years older than your mom was when she had you. Second you've finished all of your schooling and you're going to start your new job soon here…"

She cuts me off then. "God, that's right. I bet Scott will love that news."

"Actually he probably will. Ace, the guy has 3 kids of his own. Besides, why does it matter? He's not your boss." I smirk at her. "I am."

She rolls her eyes at me. "You really enjoy saying that, don't you?"

I give her a long kiss. "Yes, I do. Now, can I finish my list of why this is different than when your mom had you?"

"Sure."

"Number three. We're married and your husband is very, very happy that you're pregnant."

She smiles.

"He just wishes that you were as happy as he is."

She sighs. "I am Logan. I think it's great."

I give her a skeptical look.

"Seriously I am happy. Once the shock wears off, I'll be ecstatic. I just need a couple days to get used to it."

I nod. OK that's understandable. "OK. That's fine."

"Wow!" She whispers.

"What?"

"We're having a baby Logan." This is the first genuine smile I think I've seen cross her face in like the last 36 hours regarding this subject.

"That's right, Ace. We're having a baby." I lean over and kiss her.

So I did have a hard time falling asleep last night. I have a really nice husband who held me the whole night though. He was so sweet to do that. He wakes me up at 9 so we can get ready to go shopping. He goes to go order food and I head for the bathroom. I check to see and there's still nothing. I break down into tears. I'm just so not ready for it. I grab my robe and put it on and dry my tears. Logan's just getting off the phone when I come out of the bathroom.

"You OK?" He asks me. Such a silly question. Of course I'm not OK. But instead I tell him: "Yeah, I'm fine." I try to smile and I give him a kiss.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah I'm OK. What time did you want to go shopping?"

He shrugs. "I don't know. I was thinking around 11."

"That sounds good." I tell him as I pour myself some coffee.

"Rory…"

"Hmm…" I glance over at him.

"Are you late?"

I scowl. "I'm still not ready to take the test, Logan but technically yes I am."

"You do realize that you'll need to do it before we leave the island."

"I know." I nod.

"And you also realize that the longer you wait doesn't mean that the result is going to change."

"I know, Logan." I snap. "I just want to go shopping and go get my haircut. I'll worry about the test later."

I think he knows better than to argue with me so he just says OK.

I arrive at the salon just after 11:30. I tell Logan that I want an hour mainly because I may get my nails done. I take a seat in the stylist's chair and explain to her what I want done. After she's done I look it over in the mirror and grin. It turned out really good. I'm normally not big into manicures but I decided to treat myself to one today. Sometimes, it's nice to feel pampered.

I pay my bill at the counter at just after 12:30. I look over and see Logan outside waiting for me. "Hey!" I grin as I do a 360 degree turn. "What do you think?"

"It looks great on you, Ace."

I then notice his bag. "Did you already go shopping?"

"Just for Colin and Finn. Should we go finish?"

"Let's go."

I find the cutest straw hat for Paul Anka. I know Logan thinks it's ridiculous but I like it. I buy a lot of jewelry. I just honestly think that's the easiest thing to buy. You can hardly ever go wrong with it.

It's around 4:30 when we get back to the room. I'm exhausted! "Well, that was a productive day." I conclude as I toss the bags on the couch and plop down on it.

"It was." He's giving me this really funny look

"What?"

"Your hair that way makes you look 5 years older."

I raise an eyebrow. "Really? You think so?"

He nods. "I do."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Well, it's not a bad thing. No it really does look good on you."

I smile. "Thank you."

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm OK. Why?"

"Just curious."

My eyes narrow. "Logan…"

"I bought you something." He hands me a small bag.

I peer inside and groan. "Why did you buy me a pregnancy test?"

"Because you need to take one. Unless anything has changed in the last few hours…"

"No." I mumble. "I bet you got lots of looks didn't you?"

"Maybe one or two."

"You know I would have bought it." I tell him.

"Well, I saved you from buying one."

That's not why he did it and he knows it. "No you bought it to ensure I would take it."

"Well, yeah that too."

OK so I've delayed this for as long as I possibly can. So that's not entirely true. I'm sure I could delay it longer but I better not. Logan was right earlier. Just because I keep waiting doesn't mean the end result is going to change. I look the box over and exhale. I tell him I'll be back in a minute. I head into the bathroom and read the instructions. I take the test and leave it on the sink.

I come back out and take a seat next to him on the couch.

"So how long?"

"Three minutes." I whisper. I rest my head on his shoulder. "I've always heard this time crawls. I had hoped people were lying. Apparently, they're not."

He kisses my forehead. "We'll be fine. Shouldn't be too much longer."

But it feels like forever. Every second just drags by. When the three minutes are up, I have Logan go check the test. He come back out and hands it to me. There, in big letters, it states the truth. I am pregnant. Logan wraps his arms around me and gives me a huge hug. He then kisses me and tells me how much he loves me. I tell him I love him too.

"You OK?" He asks me.

I nod. "Yeah. You?"

"Yeah."

"So it's real." I realize.

"Yeah, it's real."

I'm still trying to come to terms with this. I mean, I want a baby, of course. I want to have more than 1 actually. This was just so unexpected. I honestly don't know if I'm ready to be a mom.

"Tell me what you're thinking Rory."

So I tell him the truth. "It's too fast. It's way too fast. Logan, we just got married like 5 days ago."

"I know." He nods. "But it's not like we can rewind time here, Ace."

His calmness, which could be considered a comfort, is actually very irritating.

"Seriously, how are you not freaking out more?"

"Because while it is fast, you have to remember that we still have a fair amount of time to plan. We have longer to plan for the baby than we did for our wedding." He reminds me.

"That's true but think about how fast that time went."

"Yeah, it did. We had 5 months with the wedding but Rory we're getting another 3 on top of that."

"I know." I acknowledge. His expression changes; it could almost be considered a state of panic.

"Please tell me you're not questioning whether or not we should have the baby."

I'm shocked he would even suggest it. "Of course I want the baby! I could never have an abortion, Logan nor would I want to. My mom was in a similar position when she was younger than me. Had she chosen that, I wouldn't be here."

"That's right; you wouldn't. You need to remember Rory that it's a similar position but not identical. First of all, you're 7 years older than your mom was when she had you. Second, you've finish all of your schooling and you're going to start your new job soon here…"

"God, that's right." I interject. "I bet Scott will love that news."

"Actually, he probably will. Ace, the guy has three kids of his own. Besides, why does it matter? He's not your boss." He gives me this coy smile. "I am."

I have to roll my eyes at that. "You really enjoy saying that, don't you?"

He gives me a nice, lengthy kiss. "Yes, I do. Now can I finish my list of why this is different than when your mom had you?"

"Sure." I nod.

"Number three. We're married and your husband is very, very happy that you're pregnant."

I grin at him.

"He just wishes that you were as happy as he is."

"I am Logan. I think it's great." And I do, but my tone isn't matching I'm sure which is why he's giving me a doubtful look. "Seriously I am happy. Once the shock wears off, I'll be beyond ecstatic. I just need a couple days to get used to it."

"OK." He nods. "That's fine."

I grin at him. It is pretty cool after all. "Wow!" I murmur.

"What?"

"We're having a baby, Logan."

"That's right, Ace. We're having a baby." He gives me a kiss.

"You ready for this?" I ask.

"No but I will be by the time the baby comes." He admits to me.

"OK so we should talk about next week." I start and I see his eyebrows furrow.

"What about it?"

"You need to take the baby into consideration. I'm not going to be risking this kid's life over whatever stunt you have planned. You need to make sure that nothing will happen to the baby."

"I will." He nods.

"It's interesting to think that in less than a year there will be a little Lorelai or Logan Jr."

Logan quickly shakes his head. "Oh, no, no, no, no. No way."

I raise a curious eyebrow. "Really? You don't want our son to be named after you?"

"Hell no." He seems pretty adamant about that. "I'm not going to scar the poor kid. Besides, we're already going to have one of our kids named after us. They don't both have to be."

"Middle name?" I suggest.

"Middle name is different. We can use Logan for a middle name but I wouldn't suggest it for the first name."

I nod.

Three minutes. It is a small amount of time but there is still so much that can happen in it. You never really think about it until something extraordinary happens and puts everything else into perspective. The baby was a surprise…an extraordinary surprise. And I am happy. I just hope I'm half the mom my mother was…

OK. So now you know...she's pregnant. Also this is why I had to have her sign the same prenup Logan signed for her. If she didn't I thought that people would think he got her pregnant on purpose to have it broken. I'm releasing 2 chapters tomorrow. The 1st one is the LDB stunt and the other is the conclusion of the LDB stunt. After you read the 1st chapter you'll see why I'm submitting them both. So here's the thing. After the two tomorrow, I'm back to the present where I'm typing them all right now. All of the ones I wrote during writer's block are done. I'm working on the one right now that is after the last one I submit tomorrow. Also, this chapter was called two minutes but I did some reading and most tests take three I guess. If you see a two it should be a three but I think I caught them all. And as for the whole webpage thing, if she had it minimized I'm sure you can hit the back arrow and the page would be there. If she closed of it, probably not. Anyway, remember to review! The two chapters will be out tomorrow.