Disclaimer: This is more of my Forbidden Affairs reinterpretation. XxAngelxX911 owns the original concept of the story; I've just tweaked it for fun. I thought is was going to be a one-shot, but I just felt that Logan and Rory needed a final confrontation after he decided to really be with Lorelai.

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The Right Thing to Do

How Much it Hurts

The next morning Logan awoke wrapped around Lorelai. Since Rory had been living with them he had forgotten how well they fit together, how perfectly their bodies molded to each other. He shook Lorelai awake, smiling as she sleepily opened her eyes.

"Good morning, Daddy. Coffee!"

"Good morning, Mommy," he whispered back, pulling her closer into his body. "And don't think I'm giving you any caffeine. I will, however, make you whatever breakfast you want."

They got ready for their workday. As Lorelai was buttoning up her shirt Logan was struck with an idea. He put his hands on her hips, stroking her baby bump. "Hey, Mrs. Huntzberger. How about we get you a ring sometime soon?"

Lorelai laughed. "I think Baby Huntzberger here has a penchant for Cartier. Or Harry Winston. Or Tiffany."

"Well, what Baby H wants Baby H will have." Logan kneeled down in front of her, placing light kisses all over her stomach. They were so engaged in each other that neither noticed Rory walk into their bedroom. It was several minutes of Logan tickling her and kissing her before Lorelai saw her.

"Hey sweets, what's up?"

"Uh, you know what, never mind." Tears were shining in her eyes, she felt like she had just walked in on a very private moment between a family. Rory ran out of the room.

"That was weird, maybe I should go after her," Lorelai said, bewildered.

"No, you finish getting ready, I'll go," Logan offered, having some idea of what that was all about. He walked through the door, just in time to catch Rory's bedroom door closing. "Rory…" he said hesitantly.

She opened the door. "You're definitely getting married." It was more of a statement than a question.

"Uh, yeah, we are. How did you know?"

"The whole neighborhood probably knows, considering you practically screamed that you love her as you came last night! And then I had to walk in on that lovey-dovey little scene this morning!"

Oh shit, she heard us? "Rory…" He rubbed his hands over his face and hair in frustration. This was not how this conversation was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be calm, and rational, and most importantly, take place between the three of them.

"No, leave me alone." She slammed the door. And he knew better to try to push the issue.

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Logan walked into the apartment, home from work, and found Rory sitting at the couch staring at a blank television, much like he had the first time he heard of the baby. He sat down beside her. "We're going to have to talk about this, so it might as well be now."

"How could you do this to me?" Her voice was low and full of pain and she continued to stare straight at the TV.

"I'm sorry, Rory, what do you want me to say? You were the one who encouraged me to be a man, to do something about it. Well, this is what I'm doing! Last night was the first time it really struck me that your mom has a little piece of me inside her, just baking, and I touched her, touched the baby, and it was like nothing I have ever felt before." His eyes softened and he looked at her imploringly. "I know we had a serious connection, but I also love your mom, I really do. And I'm sorry, but I know nothing would have happened between you and me if I had known about the baby before you got here."

Logan's words were like a twisted knife in her gut—how could doing the right thing hurt so much? "So what now? Am I just supposed to sit here and watch you guys play the Brady Bunch? Maybe I should just leave and go live with Tristan or Steph or even Dad and Sherry. Then you and your new family can have the apartment all to yourselves!" Rory spat out her words with a bitter venom, punctuating her anger with a vicious glare aimed at Logan.

"No, Rory, your mom wants you here. We're just going to have to get along or ignore each other, for her sake."

"It's going to have to be the ignoring. You told me you loved me! I was going to break up with my boyfriend for you! It's just not something I'm going to get over quickly." She looked away, the tears now flowing down her face. She spoke again, more quietly this time. "So, one touch of my mom's pregnant belly and suddenly you're this new family man, and all that stuff about being scared and not being ready goes away?"

Logan sighed—he hated how much this was hurting her, but he couldn't lie. "Yeah, that was pretty much all it took."

"Well then maybe you never really loved me, if it was that easy to get over me and move on. Maybe you were just feeling the age difference and wanted to feel normal. I see it now; you've been in love with my mother this whole time! God, I can't believe I fell for your stupid charm!" Rory's voice went from tear-choked to practically screaming at him in anger.

"No, Rory, that's not what I meant—I—listen. I thought we agreed what my responsibilities were. But it's not something I have to do anymore; it's something I want to do. I can't explain the love a parent feels for his child, even one that isn't born yet. I think you have to be a parent to get it. I'm sorry things didn't work out between us, but I want…I want your mom to be happy, and I want to be happy with her. And I think what would make her the happiest is if…" Logan paused for a second, and grabbed Rory's hand, "is if you would be part of our family too."

She shook him off. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet," she said and turned to leave him. "I'm going out with Tristan. I'll be back later. This is a lot for me to handle."

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Lorelai walked into the apartment that evening with a bag of take out from the gourmet grocery store down the block. Logan was sitting at the island bar, rubbing his face in his hands.

"What's the matter?" she asked him while setting the food down on the counter.

"I told Rory we're getting married. She's not taking it very well. I think she's afraid that our 'new family' is going to leave her behind."

"It's going to be ok; she'll come around eventually. It's going to be ok, because you and me, we're good. And I trust in that, right?"

"Yeah, we're good. I love you, Lorelai. You and me and baby H, and hopefully Rory, if she wants to, we're going to make a great family."

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The End. Of the Logan/Lorelai stuff anyway. I'm sure the actual story, Forbidden Affairs, is going to be Rogan and it's going to be romantic and splendid and much more socially acceptable, but I just wanted to see where a Logan/Lorelai ending could go.

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