Chapter 17
TRISTAN POV
It's been a week since we moved back to New York. Rory and I enrolled Savannah in a private school that's not too far from the apartment. We're talking about actually buying a house since we have the nanny and we're talking about having a baby. Rory started her new job at The Times today. I was sitting in my office when there was a knock on the door. "Come in." I said.
"Mr. DuGrey, I'm sorry to bother you sir."
"What is it, Eliza?"
"Logan Huntzberger is here to see you."
Great. Just what I need right now. "Send him in." My assistant nodded. A few minutes later, Logan walked into my office and sat down across from me. "Hey Logan. How you feeling?" I said.
"Tris. Not bad, a little sore but they say that I'm going to be for a while." Logan said.
I nodded. "So, what do I owe this visit?"
"I came to get some advice."
Seriously? He had to come down to my office to ask me for advice? "What kind of advice" I said.
He nodded. "Alyssa and I quit dating about a month ago." Logan said. "Well, she showed up at my house last night and told me that she's pregnant. I guess I'm wondering if you think that I would be a good father."
"And you're asking me because I've helped Rory raise Savannah?" I ask, and he nods. I lean back in my chair. "Honestly, I haven't done much with Savannah. She's pretty independent. She pretty much takes care of herself." I tell him.
Logan nodded at me. "I kinda figured that. Lorelai used to say the same about Rory. She used to say that Rory wasn't really a kid, that she was always more like a mini-adult." Logan said.
"Look, man, I really think that you could be a good father. And I think that Alyssa could make you happy." I tell him.
"Thanks, man. I'll let you get back to work." He says and leaves.