Summary: Rory is left alone when Logan goes back to London after a short visit.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Note: Italics are Rory's thoughts and dreams.

There Logan sat on the end of the bed taking off his shoes. He stared back at the figure who was desperately trying not to look at him. He took off his socks slower trying to make the act, if it was possible, almost sensual. She laughed at him.

"Are you trying to turn me on?"

"Why yes, Ms. Gilmore I was. Is it working?"

She shrugged, "Maybe?"

Logan leaped on to her, papers flying everywhere; his one remaining sock was flung across the room. Rory laughed again, as she stared up into Logan's face. He bent his head down to reach her lips, the two embraced in a passionate kiss. Rory was glad that he was back from London even if it as only for the three day weekend. Logan's hands were slowly making their way up Rory's abdomen; they stopped just about where her ribcage was. Rory burst out laughing as Logan began to tickle her; she wriggled and squirmed under his weight. As Logan's fingers tickled their way up and down her body Rory felt as though she was taken over by little waves of heat. Rory opened her eyes; he wasn't there, she knew that. Still, Rory made her way to the end of the bed hoping that she would look and see his shoes there; they weren't, rather only more of her mountainous piles of paper. She walked into the kitchen making herself a cup of coffee. She surveyed the large apartment; it was cold and lonely, which only reminded her even more how much she missed Logan. Rory busied herself with her morning routine: coffee; breakfast; coffee; shower; coffee; get dressed; put coffee in thermos; leave for work. As she walked down the hallway she began making a mental list of all the things that she had to get at the grocery store after work.

"Rory! Markus called in sick today; can you cover his story about the old lady and the duck? She won't change her interview."

"Yeah, what time is it at?"

"1:30 at the senior center in Hartford."

"I'll do it. Greg"

"Oh my god, you are a life saver. Oh and here," he handed a stale loaf of bread; "for the duck; he pecks legs."

Rory walked into the apartment limping; 'Why did I forget the bread? And that old lady smelled even worse than the duck. Ogh.' She felt like she had been rolling around in the mud with pigs all day. After her second shower Rory walked in to the kitchen to get something to eat. 'Crap!' She had forgotten to go to the grocery store. As, she stood there in front of the fridge, she contemplated her options: old Chinese food; old pizza; a half eaten hoagie; an apple. Rory smelled the hoagie and in disgust settled on the apple. Rory walked to the bedroom; taking her time, stopping to look at all the pictures that she had placed around the apartment of her and Logan. She flopped down on to the bed in exhaust. Finishing the apple she tossed it in to the trash and climbed into bed.

Rory awoke to the sound of Logan's voice.

"Wake up my cherub. I have a surprise for you." She slowly opened her eyes to see Logan's face, instantly brought a smile to her face.

"What, what's my surprise?"

"This," Logan held up a frame picture of a 3D sonogram for Rory to see. "What do you think should we hang little Logan or Rory jr. in the bedroom or in the living room?"

"The living room so everyone can see it." Logan began to walk out of the room. "No, let me see it." Logan turned around and put the picture in Rory's outstretched hands. This was her baby, his baby, their baby. Logan had seated himself on the bed next to her and Rory felt Logan's hand caressing her stomach; she looked down to see her very swollen belly. Rory awoke with a start, her heart racing, her breath hard. Quickly, Rory gazed down at her stomach. 'No bump, no baby.' Rory felt a wave of relief flow over her. She couldn't have a baby now; she wasn't ready for that; they weren't ready for that. Rory sat back in bed calming herself down. 'It was just a dream all just a dream, that's it a dream.' Then as if it was all flooding back to her, she dashed to the calendar laying on the desk, all she could think of was the apple, she had eaten an apple. She flipped the pages of the calendar. The little red dot that she had put on it, stared back at her like a beacon of despair. She counted the days down. '1…2…3……12...13, Logan came home on the 13th he left on the 15th' she gawked at the little red dot. They had had sex, she was on the pill and he had used a condom, but still there was a chance, granted very slim, but still chance. She ran the facts as few as they were over in her head: an apple, Logan's very enthusiastic welcome home, the fact that he had come on the 13th and left on the 15th. Rory counted down the remaining days. Yesterday, she should have gotten her period yesterday. Silently she cursed Logan's libido. Could she really do this; more importantly could Logan do this?

Author's Note: This story came to me last night when I was trying to avoid my AP Bio homework. So I decided to write it down before I lost it. Already have plot for second chapter; please read and review.