Chapter 10

Logan had positioned himself into a replica Patterson armchair watching the photographer and his assistant fussing around with some props and the backdrops, while he waited for Rory to change from her street clothes to a dark green ruched cap-sleeved bodycon dress for their pregnancy announcement photos.

"The dress is too small, damn it," Rory whined, having hoped to use one of the cute dresses she'd bought when she was expecting Finny, but had not really had the time to try on since then, having come straight from class to the hairdressers and make-up that afternoon. It was the kind of maternity dress that really worked better on the first half of the pregnancy, not hiding much, but they had wanted the bump to really show in these pictures.

Logan peeked through the changing room doorway to see how serious this tragedy really was.

"You got it on, didn't you?" Logan glanced over Rory, who to his eyes looked gorgeous.

"It's too tight at the hip, my underwear shows," she grumbled. She would've looked amazing in anything really - her hair was curled just a little, her waves falling onto her shoulder, wearing minimal makeup, just enough to hide that she'd already had a busy day.

"Then take them off!" he encouraged her cheekily, not seeing it as much of an issue. Sure the dress was tight around her hips, but he certainly didn't mind.

Rory stared at him scoldingly for suggesting something like that for a moment, but under the circumstance where her other options were the exhibit panty lines on the pictures going out to the entire Huntzberger clan or switching back to the pair of legging and an oversized muumuu sweater she'd walked in with, she relented, tugging down her panties within seconds, stepping out of them with her classic black pumps, making Logan bite his lip with a broad smirk.

"You look amazing," he murmured, pulling her close as she was ready to emerge, sliding his palm over her ass, squeezing her assertively.

Rory appreciated his words, and the squeeze frankly didn't hurt either boosting her confidence just the way she needed before stepping onto the set.

"Let's do this," she replied, being almost close enough to kiss him, but didn't, not wanting to smear the lipstick she'd just reapplied for the photos, letting the tension linger.

The props that the assistant had been gathering together consisted of two bowed present boxes with labels "baby A" and "baby B", some different styles of text boards and knitted baby booties in various colors. The studio came highly recommended by Honor herself, but somehow this selection seemed underwhelming.

"Why does one deserve to be A and the other B? It's like grading them before they've ever done anything," Rory complained, squinting her nose at the selection.

"The text board is kind of cute," Logan said, gesturing towards the wood framed black colored board.

"Sure that would work for most of our friends, but I think we need something more classic for grandma and your mother I assume," Rory noted, listing just a few of Logan's relatives.

"And for the press announcement..." Logan said hesitantly, already filling the text board in with a simple formula of '212', wanting to keep the message minimalistic.

"Oh, right. I forgot about that," Rory replied, less enthusiastically. It was easy to forget sometimes that Logan was still considered a celebrity and her too by relation.

"Booties?" Logan suggested, picking up two pairs of pink crochet booties.

"Yeah, but I don't know… these seem so predictable somehow," she replied unenthusiastically. "Hold on," she added, heading towards the armchair Logan had been sitting on before, where her Prada tote that Honor had given her for her birthday as a way of suggesting it was time to part from the diaper bag she used to use as her purse for a while. She returned with two pairs of yellow cotton baby booties, the upper edges made into daisies. They were understated, definitely not very high class, but cute nonetheless, and these were the first things she'd bought for the twins, having just stumbled upon them while getting some new t-shirts for Finny on the go. She liked how they were not so obviously screaming a princess theme with their color, but the flower motive clearly seemed to hint at the babies being girls.

Logan smiled at her, his hands tucked into the pockets of his navy chinos, enjoying the idea of Rory finally getting more wrapped up in the idea of their new babies, even if it was just small things like this. He himself had come as he'd been to work that morning. He was sure his mother was going to hate him for the informal mood of the pictures either way - but he liked the analogy that babies meant hard work and also taking time off work, which the rolled-up sleeves of his light blue dress shirt clearly hinted at. And while he hadn't meant it as such, it was probably good PR as well, continuing to break the image of the HPG as something cold and traditional.

They were through with the photos, having done some more fun and casual series and some formal ones, both with the two of them and just Rory, her small bump shown as prominently as possible at this stage. The photographer had been good, letting them just be naturally, only guiding them a few times, which allowed them to really feel like it was just the two, well four, of them present. The tension that had begun before, had never really seized, letting it shine through also on the pictures they hadn't really aimed for the wider public, their glances having a silent conversation.

Logan had just gone over to the photographer to see if his editing process could in any way be hurried, both of them already feeling like they were in a bit of a hurry to announce it to the rest of the family, hoping to send out the announcements as soon as possible, when Rory's phone rang.

"Hi, grandma!" Rory answered cheerily. She usually called on Sundays, about once every two weeks or so, so it was a little bit of a surprise to hear from her today.

"Rory! Care to comment why I have to find out about your baby bump on Page Six and not from you?" she asked in a stern voice.

"What?!" Rory exclaimed, unsure whether she should be regretting teaching Emily Gilmore how to set news alerts or whether to begin looking through Page Six as they spoke. "Grandma, I swear we were just taking our announcement photos five minutes ago, we thought it'd be a cute way to tell everyone. We really didn't mean you to find out from somewhere else. I didn't even know the news was out. I'm sorry," she blabbered, feeling simultaneously guilty and panicky.

It must've been the sense of panic in her tone that alerted Logan, who now returned to her, raising his eyebrows, pondering what she was apologizing for.

"Well that's why it is not polite to delay these things. And if it was too early to tell you just should've hid it better," Emily lectured.

"It was," she replied apologetically, adding, "but it's probably showing a bit more than it should by weeks because it's twins," she explained, hoping this would ease up on the scolding once she learned that. And she certainly wasn't wrong.

"Oh my! That's wonderful news!" Emily exclaimed, at least a part of her grumpiness having exchanged to something positive.

"Thank you, and we really are sorry," she added, mouthing to Logan, "check Page Six."

"Alright, I won't keep you, I'm sure you have plenty of calls to make," Emily noted, referring to Shira and Mitchum.

"Bye grandma," Rory exhaled, and checked the article Logan had pulled up by then.

"It seems we're interesting again," Logan noted, finding it a little amusing, the "Is that a baby bump?" photo of Rory at her university cafeteria wearing super stretchy skinny jeans and a tight t-shirt, her sweater thrown over her shoulder, paying for her salad.

"Like seriously!? It was too warm in there, I was getting lunch... So they're following me around the campus now?" Rory huffed in disbelief.

"It's not too bad, it wasn't too early at least," Logan replied, sounding too relaxed about the news to Rory's liking.

"You should call your parents," Rory reminded him, making him groan at the thought.

"I'll call them from the car," he relented, knowing she was right of course.

Rory was clearly unnerved by the invasion of privacy, and the two quickly gathered up their things and rushed off, Rory not bothering to change back to her original clothes. Logan's black business limo already waited downstairs. That was the service he usually used on weekdays, only really driving himself when they were taking Finny somewhere or went out of town. After giving the driver instructions to return to Upper West Side, Logan observed Rory fidgeting with her phone, doing exactly the thing she wasn't supposed to be doing - reading reader's comments on the article.

They'd managed fairly low key so far. Their biggest story having been the very first one form the HPG spring gala, where Logan and Rory had taken a bullet for Celeste, not wanting her to be pictured so close to Logan's and Celeste's public divorce. They'd been photographed a few times when they'd been out to fancier restaurants or events, but those were just commentary on their wardrobe or the company they were with, nothing deeply personal like this.

Logan wanted to distract her somehow, and despite knowing it might backfire under these conditions, he decided to go for it. His hand rested on her thigh, which really wasn't all that peculiar, but the way he chose to drag his fingers upwards, just reaching under the first half an inch of her dress and whisper into her ear at the same time, brought the anticipated reaction of goosebumps to her skin.

"You know, there are a few things I'd like to do to you right now, knowing you forgot your panties," he murmured.

Rory's hand with her phone in it landed in an instant, the change of mood definitely providing a good distraction. Rory shook her head smilingly at her husband as if saying 'you never change, do you?'

They'd had a bit of a dry spell for a week a half when it came to sex - Logan working late (or early) or Rory being too tired by the end of the day, so this was just plain teasing now. Surely this wasn't the longest they'd been without, but it had felt just as long.

Unfortunately this wasn't a limo with a separating wall either, but a Mercedes S-class long, hence leaving that thought at that for the time being. But it was Rory's look that spoke volumes without needing to act on it right away - it spoke of gratitude for distracting her and of promise to take him up on his word later that night. They rode home largely in silence, with longing glances, occasional licking of the lips and Rory drawing circles on his hand that rested on thigh with a hint of possessiveness.

It was needless to say Logan didn't get around to calling his parents from the car, having clearly other things on his mind, and was reminded of his promise by Rory once they got home. He just needed to get it over with.

Mitchum had already seen the news, and wasn't terribly disappointed by their appearance on the gossip pages. To him this type of news was always good press, whether it was intentional or not. But naturally he said his congratulations and went on with his golf simulator game. Shira sounded pretty out of it, but frankly that wasn't too much of a surprise considering it was already near 11 PM in London. The announcement was news to her, and they both weren't truly surprised that her reaction was mild at best. They went through the motions with her, not excluding her but especially since Mitchum divorced her they hadn't really been on casual terms other than factoring her in during a few visits she would make to the states in a year.

At home the few hours before Finny's bedtime flew by - feeding him and playing with him and having some dinner themselves. Unless Rory had something very urgent to get done for school she often brought her laptop to the living room and caught up on her e-mails while still observing them play, not wanting to be absent the entire day like she'd been already. Today Rory needed to reply to a number of inquiries on her photos, simply sending a mass-reply stating that they had no comment until the press-release, that they were going to send out as soon as they got their photos.

Logan had taken on putting Finny to bed because he liked doing it, but he also wanted to let Rory have some time to rest hoping to continue what they started before.

"Come on, sit down, will you?" Logan told Finny, who was clearly more taken with Logan's stubble and nose than the words he spoke, as he sat in the nursery's reading corner, which essentially was a matrasse with a pile of throw pillows, Finny on his lap, trying to read him about 'Pete the cat'. Despite his reluctance to stay still, Logan's mind tended to wonder when he saw the little boy in front of him up close like this, Rory's eyes staring at him from within another body. He knew that if the girls had her eyes too, he was going to be in big trouble.

It was a few minutes later, as he placed Finny into his bed and switched on his nightlight, staying for a few minutes until he finished the story. The nanny had clearly tired him out well that day - usually involving a lot of physical activity, which did that, and he was happy to see Finny doze off sooner than he expected.

Rory emerged from the bathroom, having freshly taken a shower, in her short silky kimono robe, drying her damp hair off with a towel, just as he reached the bedroom, ready to switch off his mind for the day.

"Hey," Rory said smilingly, her hair pulled to one side as she blotted it.

Logan smirked, enjoying the view - her robe was only loosely tied around her waist, clearly hinting that she hadn't bothered with underwear.

"Ah..," he simply exhaled at the sight, pulling her close by her hips, tossing the towel aside and kissed her fiercely. He'd wanted to do that since they'd met up that day at the photographer's. But delaying had only really made him want her even more.

They both felt the urgency, the teasing having kept them on edge for too long. The kiss was certinaly not the slow and deliberate kind, rather hasty and hungry - tongues battling, Logan's victorious smile that was plastered onto his face radiating through the kiss. Rory's fingers began to unbutton his dress shirt and he unfolded hastily the sleeves of his shirt, knowing it was probably too tight to come off otherwize. His undershirt hugged his muscles tightly, but clearly in Rory's eyes that too was completely unnecessary at that point, Logan tugging it off by the neck not needing her to tell him that. The kissing continued, his hand slipping under her robe, reaching around her ass and upper thigh. Knowing he soon wouldn't be able to reach around her like that, he aimed to take full advantage of these things that he knew they'd both miss.

Rory moaned into his mouth as he half by accident brushed against her slit, having really just wanted to drive her crazy with his teasing. He continued to caress her ass and thighs, letting her feel his growing arousal against her abdomen, as her hands trailed down his neck, shoulders and arms, the silkyness of her robe only adding to the elevated sensations.

His pants fell to the floor with a notable thump, as Rory finally freed him from his pants, and he moved one of his hands into her robe, the knot holding the robe together, relenting in an instant. Her breasts were rounder, clearly having increased in size over the past few months, craving to be touched, and he certainly complied, his lips landing on them adoringly. As he did that, he nudged her towards the bed.

Logan kissed her on the lips again as he hovered above her, Rory's hands trailing down his chest between them, stroking his hot length with the back of her hand. No matter how much he enjoyed that sensation, it wasn't his turn yet - he'd promised after all. He ran his fingers, that he'd just dipped into his mouth over her labia - but frankly she was a soaking mess as it was. Still - he leaned down and ran his tongue over her several times, tasting her, and gently sucking at her clit, making her squirm. He wrapped his arms around her thighs as if holding her still and continued his ministrations, until she was bucking her hips with her breathing hastening. He knew, however, it was just the right time to withdraw, returning up to her to kiss her once more - his arousal as if knowing it's place already poking at her wetness.

"Wait," Rory stalled him, getting up to her knees and turned, wanting to feel him from behind instead.

She threw her robe off, hastily, exposing her shoulders and back to him, his hand feastingly running over her body from behind. She positioned herself flush up against him, his hands reaching around her to stroke her nipples, his lips trailing down her neck, whispering in between, "You looked so hot in that dress today, I could've just fucked you right there in front of the cameras," he breathed out to her ear, causing an involuntary shiver with goosebumps along her body.

She replied in bucking her hips against his member, as if pleading to be fucked already.

He plunged into her moist warmth, leaving him feeling almost drunk. This was his drug of choice, no doubt. Rory was leaning with her arms against the headboard, steadying herself, as he continued to thrust, not holding much back, her knowing her limits and him knowing how much she liked it like that - hitting her cervix with his pulsating arousal. He reached around her beginning to rub her clit, as she began to move against him too, as if wanting to feel him even deeper. They collided again and again, sweat glistening on their bodies, Rory's wet hair brushing his finger, as he kept his one hand on her shoulder, as if riding her in a way. She came sooner than he'd expected - her inner tremors radiating on to him, but he was feeling a little mischievous tonight - really wanting to go slow, tease, and while slowing down a little until she came down from her high, he didn't stop, his movements instead continuing to fill her throbbing center. Rory gasped as her second wave hit her, this time taking him along with her - releasing a low groan from within him along with it.

They laid there breathing heavily, smiles plastered on to their faces.

"So worth the wait," Logan muttered, still catching his breath, kissing her temple.