The room was expertly decorated and fit with the latest and greatest electronics. Just by first glance Rory could tell the TV cost more than her first car, the sound system in the corner probably took a degree in computers to turn on, and the coffee maker sitting on the table in the attached dining room was fancier than any of the millions she had come in contact with in her life. "Fancy scmanchy." She said as she took a few more steps into the room and looked around.
"Coudln't of said it better myself Ace." he laughed, securing the door behind them and joining her in the living room. "Get comfortable, I'll find the room service menu's and join you. Figure out how to work the tv." She said as he picked up a remote off the table next to the couch and handed it over. Rory nodded, slipping her shoes off and kicking them to the side of the room, before making her way to the overstuffed leather couch and trying to gracefully flop down on it (something that was getting increasingly harder). She pushed the power button and was met with a obnoxiously loud sound similar to that of early 2000s AOL mail. Looking behind her she grinned.
"Well it came on, so that's a start." She joked to Logan,who was headed towards her with a glossy menu in one hand and the cordless phone from table that he had got the remote off of. He watched Rory fiddle with the volume, and mash a number of other buttons before she pulled up the Netflix menu.
"I'm impressed Ace. We're not deaf, and nothing has blown up." Logan said, taking a seat on the couch and handing the menu over.
Rory frowned and then chuckled, remebering the night he was referring to. "That was a microwave and I didn't blow it up, so much as it combusted into flames and melted into a heap of broken pop tart dreams and goo." Picking up the menu she smiled. "Wow, quite the spread Huntzburger. Do you do this with all downtrodden journalist that come to your beckon call?"
Logan snorted a laugh. "Ace. You are the only journalist I would willingly spend time with." He poked the menu she was holding with the phone.
Rory batted her eyelashed and laughed. "Well, I do declare." She joked easily with him before turning her attention back to the menu. "Let's order food, and then there's something I want to talk to you about. And while this may not be the best time, I don't want to put if off any longer."
"How am I in trouble already? We've only been around each other for like two hours." He teased and then his facial expressions grew more serious. "Actually, there is something I want to talk to you abou too." He leaned over and looked at the menu she had laid in her lap. "The cheeseburgers are really good from what I remember. But the last time I was here, was with Finn and Colin and we were so drunk we left Robert at the airport. So my recollection of that night and how good the food was might be a little fuzzy."
Rory half laughed and half snorted before flipping the menu over and grinning like a little kid in a candy shop. "Chocolate chip pancakes, extra whip cream and chilli cheese fries. Please." She said handing the menu over and then adding. "Oh and sprite."
Logan laughed. "Well some things never change." He set the menu down on the coffee table in front of them before punching the buttons in on the phone for room service. After several silent seconds he placed their order. Gave whoever was on the other end of the call their room number and thanked him. After hanging up Logan set the phone on top of the menu and turned to Rory. "Thirty minutes."
"Good, I'm starved." Rory said, despite outward appearances she could feel the ball of nerves starting to bounce around in her stomach again.
"When are you not starving?" Logan asked as he fidgeted slightly where he was sitting. "So, do you want me to start. Or would you rather take the floor first?"
Rory shrugged. "I'll go first, as long as you promise not to get mad at whatever I am about to tell you." She sighed as she angled her body so she was facing him straight on.
Logan nodded and tilted his head, suddently intrigued by whatever it was Rory needed to tell him. "It can't be that bad Ace."
Rory nodded and took a deep breath, "Just promise not to get mad." After Logan nodded in response, Rory continued. "Well shortly after we saw each other last I went to the doctor because I wasn't feeling right. I had no energy, I couldn't eat anything. Smells that I used to love I hated." She paused. "I saw two doctors here in Hartford and they told me the same thing, but because I didn't beleive it or didn't want to beleive it, I went and saw Paris to confirm and well..."
"You're pregnant." Logan finished for her, his voice very quiet and all color draining from his face.
Rory nodded slowly, unable to tell what he felt about the news that she had just shared with him. "I meant to tell you sooner I really did, but at first it was too hard to even comprehend calling you and telling you over the phone. Then I called a couple of times, once she answered and once it just went to voicemail. Then I figured you would call back, and you didnt...and I'm sorry. I should of told you sooner."
Logan put her hand out and patted her on the leg. "Rory, don't be sorry. I'm not mad. Surprised yeah." He paused, "Before it completely sinks in. The baby is mine right?"
Rory laughed, half nervously and half because it was funny that he thought she had slept with anyone else. "Yes Logan, the baby is yours."
"Okay, I thought so. But I had to make sure." He whistled and leaned back, letting the full weight of the news hit him. "So that's why the decaf." He chuckled. "I knew something was up, but I never thought it would be a baby." He side glanced at her and the oversized baggy clothes she was wearing, not at all the style she usually wore. "The outfit makes sense too."
"So you're sure you aren't mad?" she asked softly.
"No Rory, I'm not mad. And I want to be a part of the baby's life. I may not have the best role model of dads, but I would like to be a part of his or her life as long as you'll let me."
Rory smiled and nodded. "Of course. If you want to be in the baby's life I would love that." She paused biting her lip for a few seconds. "But what about Odette? She's going to hate this. There's no way to hide a baby. Believe me. In a few weeks, I'll be so fat I won't be able to hide the belly with big clothes anymore."
Logan sighed and leaned forward. "Actually that was what I wanted to talk about."