"What's up?" Lorelai answered her phone.
"Mom?" Rory said in a hesitant voice, putting Hope in her bouncer with the toy arch.
"What's wrong?" she asked, hearing Rory's voice tremble.
"Logan's dad died, he just left for the airport," she said. "Can you come over?" she added.
Lorelai was there in ten minutes.
"I think I should go with him," Rory said nervously, not really realizing what she was proposing. She hadn't spent a night away from Hope since she'd woken after her surgery and she was breastfeeding, nor did she have any clue about travelling across the Atlantic with a baby.
"Oh honey, I know you want to be there for him, but I think right now it might be easier for him to sort things out over there without having to take care of you guys," Lorelai replied, trying to calm her.
"Didn't think of that," Rory sighed.
"Besides, do you even really want to be there? We're talking about Mitchum Huntzberger. I can just imagine that funeral is just like walking into a snake's nest," Lorelai said, checking whether Rory was thinking clearly.
"He was just so sad, I could see it in his face, I wish I could help him somehow," she added, "I need to be there for him."
"Rory, you know you are not responsible for how they left things," Lorelai clarified.
"I know, but I can't help but feel a little bad about it," Rory added.
"That family, Mitchum, hurt you at least three times, Rory!" Lorelai continued. "Why do you want to risk going through that again?" she asked.
"But Logan shouldn't suffer for that, he didn't do anything. I am not going for them, I'm going for him," she explained.
"Okay, but let him get organized a bit, and you too will have some time to think about how you want to do this, if you are going to do this. Give him time to get there first, call him tomorrow, then decide," Lorelai advised.
"I guess, you are right," Rory agreed.
"You could join him for the funeral. A few days, you'd be in and out," Lorelai said.
"But how will she…," Rory began.
"You'll have to pump while you are there if you want to continue breastfeeding after your trip, but I am sure we can keep her well and fed for a few days," Lorelai explained.
"Yea, you're probably right. Bringing Hope along wouldn't be too great, can't really take a baby to the funeral," she sighed.
Rory got off the plane at Heathrow. The air was damp and the evening was already dark. She got in the taxi and asked for Park Plaza Westminster Bridge, where Logan was staying. She dialed Lorelai while they drove.
"Hi! How's Hope?" Rory inquired.
"We're all good here, she just had some tummy time. Say hi to mommy, Hope!" Lorelai Facetimed with Hope on her lap from her office floor.
"Thank you, mom, I really appreciate you looking after her," Rory praised. "Hi Hope! I'll be back soon!" she waved to Hope with an air kiss.
Rory's keycard opened the door to an empty room.
"Where are you? I just got to the room." Rory texted.
"At the bar, care to join?" Logan replied.
"Shower first. Airport grime." Rory answered, pushing off her shoes.
She set her phone to charge and threw off her travel clothes into a pile by the bed.
Rory sighed as the hot water fell down on her body, her breasts were full of milk and she needed to relieve some of that pressure. Massaging them gently she managed to release just enough of it, letting her milk wash down the drain.
In the meanwhile she barely heard the keycard beep.
"The idea of showering with you sounded much more appealing than finishing my drink," Logan smirked as he entered the bathroom already shirtless and pulled off his pants and boxers.
"Let me," he offered, gesturing towards the liquid soap. His hands were now soapy smooth and they traced Rory's shoulders down her arm, gently moving up by her sides as he stood behind her. The fingers moved back to her neck, pushing her hair aside, down her chest over her sensitive breasts and to her hips and thighs. His touch made her quaver with expectation of his next move. She turned around and kissed him gently on his lips, opening her mouth a little. His reply was stronger than hers, his fingers still continuing to trace the curves of her body. He took a towel and wrapped her in it for a moment, brushing some of the water off himself hastily. As they moved over to the bed, still dripping water, he began kissing her neck and chest. The pregnancy had left Rory with just a few marks, just the C-section scar and some minor stretch marks on her hip, however these made her even more appealing to him. She had had his baby. Logan reached her waist and slipped his hand between her legs, moving it teasingly back and forth. Rory touched his neck and face, moving up to his blonde curls. He continued to kiss her thighs, while his fingers repeated the same teasing motion. Rory pulled him back up, exploring his mouth with her tongue fiercely with her hands moving up and down his back. Rory arched her back as Logan continued the rhythmic motion with the side of his hand. He too was ready and wanting, continuing the tease.
"You're gorgeous, Ace, you know that?" he whispered to her ear as he turned her over to her knees exploring her back and ass with his lips and tongue. She was ready and pleading, brushing herself against him in expectation. Rory arched her back and he too couldn't wait any longer to enter. It felt as it had all those times before, not having to hold back, as they got lost in eachother. As their bodies came together, his hands held onto her hips, gently stroking her. Rory came a split second before he did, her body twitching gently in gratitude. The two panting bodies rested in full contact, Logan on his side while Rory was on her stomach. As she turned, she could see watery milk stains on the sheet, which made her giggle.
"Well it's a good thing the only free room they had was a twin with two queens," she remarked, "now we can use the other one that isn't wet to get some sleep."
"Oh, yea, you expect to get a lot of sleep after this?" he smirked, gently stroking her hip, suggesting he craved even more of her.
While they'd had a few quickies since Rory was allowed to have intercourse again, he'd missed losing himself in her, without having to keep their voices down or being prepared for interruptions.
She pulled him close, wrapping her leg around him, and looked him straight in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" she asked, changing the topic briefly. She had indeed come here to support him, and while that came with some spectacular benefits, she couldn't help but to feel as if he was using her as an escape from his thoughts. And frankly, who could blame him.
He stroked her hair, pushing it away from her face. "I don't know," he replied quietly. Logan's emotions were conflicting, finding it difficult to grasp how the loss of man he deeply hated and disrespected for many of his actions, still managed to affect him.
Logan woke to the low sound of Rory's breast pump around 6 AM. She hadn't wanted to wake him, but her breast were beginning to hurt and she felt she couldn't wait any longer having missed already one pumping at night. She'd just been too tired. The relief was significant.
"Morning Ace," Logan said from the bed, "coming back to bed?" he suggested, we don't have to be up before 9.
Rory slipped off the bed sheet that was keeping her warm and crawled to his arms. She doubted she'd get much sleep, as her stomach was already growling, but she knew there were other ways to distract her from that.