Helloooo, my readers, I am sorry this has taken so long but now a sequel to Second Chances in New York. And remember how I love my reviews.
Logan stood over his sleeping daughter. Libby has dark, rich, wavy auburn hair. And big eyes like her mothers that were a smoky gray. She was energetic and imaginative and could keep them entertained for hours. He had been surprised when Rory told him she was quitting her job a month after Libby was born. He wasn't surprised when she told him she had quit because she was writing a novel. Logan kissed Libby's hair and went downstairs.
He went over to Rory who was lying on the floor typing away at her laptop. "Hey baby." He cooed at her.
"Hey." She smiled. "Is she asleep?"
"Yeah, Mrs. Huntzberger." He said. After 3 years it still made him smile to call her that. He still remembered the wedding. Crimson red bridesmaid dresses and Rory looking so beautiful nothing could compare. Logan had never been so scared in his entire life. His heart had felt as if it would come out of his chest and sweat poured from his hands as he wiped them on his jeans. He didn't want to get sweat all over Rory's hands. He would have probably hyperventilated when the service started if it wasn't for Rory looking into his eyes and smiling at him. She would squeeze his hand or mouth that she loved him every once in a while to keep him calmed. On the inside she was scared though. Could she really be Mrs. Huntzberger. All the social gatherings and what-not. Three years later she still wasn't sure.
"That's good Mr. Huntzberger. You also have a meeting with the Parkers about that magazine in um 30 minutes." She laughed at him.
"Why'd you let me plan it for noon ace?" He smiled at her.
"You wanted to darling." She chided jokingly. "Cause Libby is taking a nap so I won't be worried about her while I am being the hostess to Mrs. Parker."
"You hate this." Logan smiled.
"You bet." Rory kissed him planning on getting up to make coffee. Her husband was instead kissing her passionately. She giggled. "Log, they'll be here anytime."
"And?" He said lying down beside her.
"I know you." She smiled at him. "Though there is nothing I would like more than to make out with you."
"I can think of something I like more." He laughed. "Can I get a rain check?"
"Rain checked." Rory rolled so she was closer to him. He kissed her again. "Rain check remember?"
"Oh well I was testing the product?" Logan laughed looking into her eyes. "I love you."
"I love you to you butt faced miscreant." She was about to go in for another kiss when the doorbell rang. "Well almost time to go."
Missy the maid-oh how Rory hated having a maid-got the door. "Mr. Huntzberger Mr. Parker and his wife are here."
"Yes we must go be all sociality." He stood up helping Rory up. He held her hand walking to them. He still couldn't believe he'd actually convinced her to marry him.
Mr. Parker reminded Rory of Santa Claus. Mrs. Parker however looked like she'd walked out of a Victoria's Secret Catalogue. 'I bet that's love.' She thought to herself. And she thought that it would be just great entertaining Bambi McBimbo.
"Can I offer you a drink?" Rory asked as her blond boy walked away with Santa Claus. She had whispered to him to ask for a pony, and had been a bit louder than she meant to. She hoped they hadn't heard her.
"I'd like a margarita." She smiled, her teeth were dazzling white and perfect. Of course.
Rory made drinks and sat back down. "So nice weather we're having."
"Yea nice." The girl said looking around the house.
Luckily this was soon interrupted. "Mommmmmmmmmmmy!" Came a scream from upstairs.
"Excuse me, that's my daughter." Rory said quickly making her way upstairs. She didn't trust that woman as far as she could throw her. Though she probably didn't way much so it might be a bit far. She went to Libby's crib. "What's wrong?"
"Monster." Libby pointed to the closet. "Scary."
"Oh sweetie there isn't a monster." Rory picked her up.
"Daddy fix! Daddy fix!" She yelled clapping her hands.
"Daddy's in a meeting." Rory said. "Mommy can check."
"Libby come downstairs?" She smiled. To her this was an excellent idea.
"We have company. How about Missy?"
"Libby go downstairs." She started a fit playing on her lips.
"Fine but no acting up. Bambi McBimbo is down there so act right." Rory sighed. She didn't like to give in but didn't want Bambi downstairs in her house.
"Libby go downstairs!" She smiled.
"This is my daughter." Rory smiled at Bambi.
Libby grinned as she got down. "Bambi Bimbo!" She smiled at the lady.
Bambi however didn't find this very amusing as Rory did. "What!"
"Oh don't mind her." Rory laughed, then regained her composure at the look the woman gave her.
"That's not funny!" The lady said standing up on her legs that reached to her neck. "Tommmmm!" She screamed in the same fashion as Libby had earlier. "I want to get out of this awful place."
Tom immediately came out. His face was red. A slightly amused looking Logan followed him. He had Rory had no business sense. "Yes Elizabeth I think it is time. Good day." He said hurrying away.
Rory let Missy take Libby out to the park. She wasn't going back to sleep and Rory needed time with her husband. "Libby mimicked me and called her Bambi McBimbo. What did you do?"
"He was saying what I would get and I wasn't thinking and the words "and a pony Mr. Clause, apparently escaped my lips. It's nothing though, I didn't want that crap magazine of his." Logan laughed. "Bambi McBimbo eh?"
"Yes. I bet they got married out of sheer love."
"Of course they did darling." Logan smiled. "Rain check deposit time?"
Rory laughed. "I just don't know. Maybe I need sleep." She smiled at Logan. He went to grab her and she ran screaming from him.
"Oh I'll catch you my pretty." Logan said chasing her through the rooms of the house. He finally tackled her in one of the living rooms. They both fell on the floor breathing heavily from running. "Gotcha."
Rory kissed him running her hands through his hair. "I'm glad." She said moving her kisses to that spot behind his ear.