The next Monday Rory awoke to the shower running. Rubbing her eyes she made her way into the kitchen for coffee. About fifteen minutes later, Logan emerged ready for his first day of work. He sat down with a piece of toast and an orange after kissing her briefly.

"Are you nervous about your first day?" she asked munching on her Chocolate Fudge Poptart.

"Actually, I am. Just a little. I'm worried of how they'll act. I don't want them to treat me like daddy's spoiled little boy who he brought in to rat out everyone when they make a mistake."

"Well don't worry. Just give them some time to get to know you. If they spend even ten minutes with you they'll realize that you're not you're father."

He sighed. "I hope so."

She grabbed another Poptart. "I know so."

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"Okay, so you have my office number and the directions to my office." Logan said fifteen minutes later.

"And you have lots of pictures of me to put in your office." Rory answered sweetly. "Oh wait!" she ran to the kitchen and returned with a paper bag on which she had scribbled Logan's name. "I made you lunch."

He accepted the bag and carefully peeked inside. "Ace, there's nothing in here but a $20 bill."

"And you can buy lunch from wherever you want. Now, do you remember your phone number incase you need to call me or do I need to write it on the sleeve of your jacket?" she teased.

He sighed. "I'll be fine, mommy." He leaned in and kissed her sweetly. "I love you. I'll be home at five thirty. Come by and hang out if you get bored."

"Are you sure that's allowed?"

"Let me check with the boss." He glanced at himself in the mirror. "He's okay with it."

Rory nodded. "Then I might stop by."

Logan grabbed his 'lunch' and briefcase and kissed her cheek. In one swift motion, he was gone.

Rory went into the bathroom and filled the tub. After a nice hour of soaking and reading she put on some jeans and tank top and sat on the couch with her laptop. Not ten minutes had passed when the doorbell rang.

-RL-

She wasn't sure if she should be doing this. She wasn't even sure if she really wanted to. But she was here, so there was no turning back. But after the meeting Thursday, it hadn't left her mind. That look meant something. They couldn't just look at regular people like that. Why hadn't she ever looked at Mitchum like that? 'Because you never loved him.' A small voice inside her head told her. She shook her head and knocked on the door before she could change her mind.

-RL-

"Shira? What are you doing here?" Rory asked.

Shira timidly held out a tray of Starbucks cups. "Coffee?"

Rory's brow furrowed. But it was coffee, none the less. "Sure, come on in."

Shira nodded gratefully and entered the apartment. Setting the coffees' on the table and turned to Rory. "Can we talk?"

"Sure." She quickly closed her laptop and moved it to the pool table. She settled back down on the couch and gestured Shira to join her.

"I realize you and I have never been on the best terms." Shira said looking down at her coffee. "But the other day at Mitchum's office I saw something that compelled me to come over."

Rory nodded.

"You gave me son a look. And he returned it. And I came here to discuss it with you."

She sighed. "Shira if you really came over here to yell at me for looking at your son a certain way then you really-"

"It wasn't that kind of look. I tried talking to Mitchum about this but you know he's so caught up in his work, he thought you were both drunk. But I disagree. I need to know why you looked at him like…. Like you were in love with him. And why he returned the look."

Rory gave a small smile. "Because I am in love with him."

"I don't understand."

She closed her eyes and tried to think of a way to explain it. It was hard, because most people understood what she meant. But Shira was different. She never got to feel the way Rory did about someone. And as annoying and rude as she was, everyone deserved to know what love was.

"It's like, when I wake up my first thought is him. At night, my last thought is him. When he walks into a room or his name is brought up, I can't help but smile. I think about the day I get married and see him at the end of the isle waiting for me. And when I see myself in 50 years, I see myself on the porch with him….. at some cottage we've rented… with the birds chirping and the air smelling so fresh- like just finished laundry- with our grandchildren playing in the yard and our children chasing after them." Her voice went soft. "When I think about the day I die…. I want to be able to look back on my life and have no regrets. And I have no regrets with Logan. I know I never will."

"Oh my."

She nodded. "I'm sorry if I can't describe it any better. But that's what I think."

Shira nodded.

"Shira, what's the real reason you're here?"

Shira stood up and unnecessarily dusted off her pants. Gathering her things she answered. "I needed to know if I could accept you being married to my son."

Rory lowered her head.

She walked to the door and opened it, before turning around and looking Rory in the eye.

"Congratulations on the engagement. I'll be seeing you soon." And with that, she was gone.

Rory continued to stare when suddenly her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi kid!"

"Hi mom."

"Are you okay? You sound weird."

"Yeah. I- I think I might've just won Shira over."

-RL-

A few minutes after talking to her mother Rory had decided to go and visit Logan, hoping to surprise him on his first day and possibly grab lunch if he wasn't too busy. She changed into some nicer clothes and headed towards The Hartford Weekly News Building. Ten minutes later and following Logan's directions from earlier that morning, she headed to the second floor. It didn't take her too long to find his office. Not sure if she was allowed to just barge in, she went to the secretary's desk. She found a woman in her late twenties and showing way too much cleavage reading a romance novel and chewing gum behind a desk.

"Excuse me. Is he busy or can I just go in?" she asked gesturing towards the door bearing Logan's name.

The lady's head snapped up. Rory also saw that she had on way too much make-up and that her hair had been bleached. "And just who might you be?" she asked snottily.

"Oh, I'm Logan's fiancée." She held up her left hand as proof.

"I'm like so sure. Look, lady, I don't know who you think you are but Mr. Huntzberger is a very important man. He wouldn't just let some sad librarian look-a-like waltz into his office."

Rory's jaw dropped. "Excuse me? And you are…."

The lady grinned importantly. "Trishelle Winderson. Mr. Huntzberger gave me personal rights. I am his secretary after all. And now, I really don't think Mr. Huntzberger would appreciate you making a scene like this, so I'll just have to call security."

"You can't do that!" Rory said, astonished she would even think of doing such a thing.

"Oh I can and I am." She picked up her desk phone and began dialing.

Rory grimaced. "Fine. I'll just call Logan myself and tell him to let me in!"

Trishelle nodded. "Right. You do that."

"I will!" Rory began looking through her purse only to realize her cell phone was back at home on the charger. "Um, can I use your phone?" she asked weakly.

"Uhm, I think not." Trishelle said standing up. "That's her. That's the girl who's disrupting the office." She said pointing Rory out to the two bulky security guards who had arrived.

"But- but I didn't do anything! I just came to surprise my fiancée!" she cried as they each grabbed an arm and lifted her up. She held up her left hand again. "See? I have a ring! Put me down!!!" she began kicking her legs in mid-air.

Logan suddenly stuck his head out of his office door. "What in the world is going on out here? Why is there so much noise?"

Trishelle rushed over to him. "There was someone trying to disrupt the office, Mr. Huntzberger. But don't worry. She's being escorted out right now." She smiled smugly at Rory.

Logan's head snapped in her direction. "Ace?"

Rory smiled weakly. "Help?"

"Let her go." He said walking over to the guards. "Let her go! Are you okay?"

She nodded. "I came to surprise you but then she wouldn't let me in and then she called security…"

"Why didn't you just call me on my cell? I would've let you in."

"I forgot mine. It's on the charger."

"Are you sure you're okay?" she nodded. He kissed her forehead and turned to Trishelle. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"She was trying to get in and see you. And I know that's not allowed."

"I never said that. And I certainly never said my fiancée wasn't allowed in. Who are you anyway?"

Her face went pale. "Trishelle Winderson, sir. I'm your secretary."

"Why didn't I meet you this morning like the rest of the staff?"

She got an appalled look on her face. "Oh my god, the line at Starbucks was like, a mile long. And people are like, so slow. And after the weekend I've had, I couldn't not have my morning mocha with skim milk. So I figured coming in an hour or so late couldn't hurt."

Logan shook his head. "So you were late, you're dressed inappropriately, is that gum you're chewing? That's un-business like. And what's that on your desk? A novel? My, how charming. Miss Winderson, you can consider yourself fired, active immediately. This is a place of business and work, which you seem to do none of. Come on, Ace. I'll take you to lunch. Then we'll get you a pass so this won't happen again." He wrapped his arm around Rory and turned to the security guards. "Gentlemen, please help Miss Winderson gather her things and remove her from my property."

The men nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Thank-you. Oh, and Miss Winderson?"

Trishelle's face went hopeful. "Yes, Mr. Huntzberger?"

He smirked. "I would advise you not to ask for a recommendation for future employment. That'd just be silly on your part."

-RL-

Another chapter is finally up! Yes, I've gotten over my huge state of depression. Well, not necessarily gotten over, but learned to accept and try to forget what really happened by reading fanfictions! I'm terribly sorry about how I didn't update for so long. You readers must be furious! And I don't blame you! I can't say when my next chapter will be up. Although it is summer and school is out I'm terribly busy. I'm trying to prepare myself for High school, which I start in a few months, I'm constantly keeping an eye on my brother, and I'm still trying to have a life and keep on top of my chores. Plus, I'm just not sure how fast I'm going to be able to write. I know it seems silly, but the Rogan split really hit me hard. So anyway, review!!! I makes me write faster!!! ;)