Disclaimer: Back to just owning the twins. . .kinda. . . I am just borrowing the rest for my literary pleasure.

A/N: I hope you like this chapter. I have so much more that I want to write about their conversation and reunion, but it is already almost 11pm and I have to work tomorrow so I think I ended it at a good place. I will update again tomorrow night :) I hope you enjoy, thank you for all the positive reviews, please keep em coming! :D

Chapter 13

Logan drove the Q80 and was still in shock that this was Rory's vehicle. As long as he had known her, she had as little to do with society as possible (with the exception of when she had taken time off from Yale and joined the DAR) and certainly never would have dreamed of driving a vehicle that cost what most people in the Midwest would pay for a house. But here she was, driving a brand new Infiniti Q80, and he wasn't going to lie, it suited her and he loved seeing her in it. "Would you like to take the scenic route or the boring interstate route to my house?" He asked her with a grin, already knowing the answer; she was a sucker for country drives, and the drive up State Road 10 went right along the Connecticut River along the border with Vermont. His house was in downtown Hanover and the drive was about 15 minutes regardless of which way you took. "Do you need to stop at your hotel? Change into something more comfortable? I know how much you like your sweat pants." He looked over at her and smiled, that smile he reserved for her, and she melted a little bit more.

"I am sure you have some sweatpants I can borrow." She said, not really feeling like going to the Inn where one chapter had ended and another chapter had started all at the same time. "I just want to relax, and only have to get out of the car once." She laid her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the fact that she didn't have to drive. "And you know I am a sucker for a country drive." She idly rubbed her stomach with her right hand and found him reaching over with his right hand to rub her stomach before settling it into a loose grip around her own hand.

The ride was quiet, neither knew what to say, but both were enjoying being in the presence of the other. It just felt so good, so natural, so. . . right. When they pulled up to his house, it was nothing like what she had expected. She figured he would have a town house or a luxury apartment, not a 5-bedroom house that looked like he was already playing the part of a man with a wife and two kids.

"Wow Logan, this place is amazing, I can't wait to see the inside." She looked up over at him and was once again overcome by all the emotions she was feeling. She couldn't believe that she had run into him, she couldn't believe she was at his house, that he knew they were having twins, that he wasn't running in the opposite direction, or that SHE wasn't running in the opposite direction; the whole her running in the opposite direction thing seemed like a much more common occurrence and she really hoped that she would be able to work through her commitment issues and just let herself be happy. She had started going to therapy after her mom and grandma had started their sessions and it seemed to really be helping her identify why she made many of the decisions she had made in her life.

"Thank you, I just fell in love with it when I was house hunting and I bought it, sight unseen; I don't regret it one bit. It is exactly what I want in a house; nice size but not too big, and the grounds are around an acre and nice and private. I sometimes forget that I live on Main Street." He wasn't ready to tell her yet that he had bought this house with her in mind, before he knew she was pregnant, and had pictured raising a family there with her more times than he could count in the months that he had lived there.

The driveway was large; it had enough room to easily fit 6 cars. He parked next to the steps leading to the front door and walked around to help her get out. There was a very old stone wall about waist high and four stone steps leading up to the deep red door that he had even decorated it with a wreath; a second entrance was directly in front of the SUV and that was the way he directed her. It was a beautiful oak wood with windows all around and she was sure that the amount of light that made it through those windows and into the house had to be a wonderful feel. They walked inside and made their way to a very cozy family room. It was a wonderful mix of contemporary and old world. The fireplace was large and the entire wall was covered in bookshelves and filled with books from all over the world and from all eras. That was one of the things she had always been able to share with him, their mutual love of books. As she settled into the very comfortable oversized sectional, she reached for his hand and pulled him down to sit next to her. She turned her body so she was facing him and laid her legs across his lap; he started rubbing her swollen feet and she just sighed in relief. Her feet had been killing her and it felt so good to have someone rub them.

"I love how we just fit; it has been six months since we said goodbye, and yet I feel like we were never apart. But I think we should really talk about everything that happened. Where each of our minds are, what we are thinking about for the future." She looked over at him with emotion filled eyes, trying to convey with her eyes just how glad she was to be there with him. "I know it is a lot, it is a lot to take in and it is a heavy topic, but we are in our 30s; I think we can both agree that we are past the point of playing around or avoiding serious conversation." She knew that it was a very direct and heavy approach to the situation, but her therapist had been working with her and her communication skills. She had a history of running away when things got tough, something she had learned from her mother, and this was a situation where she could not afford to do that. She had grown up with only a mom, and while it hadn't been a bad childhood, she was still a bit resentful that her dad was not around and that wasn't something that she wanted to do to her children. She knew a lot of it was her dad's choice, but looking back, she also saw that her mom had been responsible for some of it as well. It was something they had really been diving into during her recent therapy sessions because she was worried about making all the same mistakes her mother had.

"I agree completely. I can tell you though, from my perspective, I never stopped loving you. Even during the last few years and the mess we made of it, I loved you every moment and all you would have had to do was say the words and I would have been with you and only you. You have to know that Ace, from the time I was 21, it has always been you; you are the great love of my life and I would marry you tomorrow if you let me." He took a chance and leaned in to kiss her, cupping her face in his hands and rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone, he looked deep into her eyes. "Please tell me that you feel the same way. That you want to make this work, that you want us to be a family and raise our babies together. I don't want to miss anything in their lives. I don't want to be like my dad was to me, all cold and distant. I want to be actively engaged in their lives, I want them to never doubt for one second that they are loved more than words can say, with every fiber of my being. I want them to be excited to follow in my footsteps in the family business, not feel like it is their obligation that they just have to blindly accept." He was surprised to feel tears coming down his cheeks, but he wasn't going to be ashamed; this was so important, and he knew that he could be real with her. She had always seen the real him, the vulnerable him, and right now was the most vulnerable he had been since the night he asked her to marry him.

She was at a loss for words; she had never seen such raw emotion come out of him. He was laying himself wide open, being completely honest and vulnerable with her; she knew looking deep into those beautiful hazel eyes that she couldn't imagine saying no to him. It scared her. It scared her to her very core to open herself up, to allow herself to love him again, to not just run away like she was used to doing; however, she also knew that this was right, he loved her and she loved him, they could be a family. Two people who did not have the ideal parents growing up, her coming from a single teenage mother and him coming from a family where they really only loved money and social connections; the two of them had a chance to do it right, to raise their children in a home full of love and laughter, where their mom and dad were madly in love with one another. How could she say no to that? "I do love you Logan, I have loved you since I was 19 years old, I want us to be together, I want us to make this work, I want us to be a family. Our son and daughter deserve to grow up with two parents who love each other. I don't want to do this alone; I don't want to do this separate; I want us to do this together, as a team, as husband and wife. Let's not waist any more time fighting against this connection between the two of us. It has always been you Logan; I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. And I am sorry, I am sorry that I pushed you away, I am sorry that I pushed us into the no strings attached 'what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas' approach to us; it wasn't fair to either of us and I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you will let me." She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips and leaned her forehead against his. She had not been this open and honest in a really long time, if ever and it felt really good; she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. They were sitting at a clean slate, everything had been put out there and they could start fresh, go on this journey together.

"So, we are having a boy and a girl? That is amazing." He responded in shock. Not only had she said yes and that she loves him too, she told him that they were going to have both a son and a daughter. "We really need to catch me up on the last six months Ace, I feel like I am living in the dark." He leaned in and kissed her again; now that he was able to do that again, he was going to take full advantage of it.