Author's note: There was a mistake last chapter in the 1st paragraph corncerning the dates the woman went missing and who reported it, it's fixed now, so if anyone was confused for that I encourage you to re-read it. Sorry! Also, this chapter is just a bit more borderline with it's rating, hopefully it won't bother anyone...nothing really bad, but I figured I'd give a warning just in case.

Veronica was so satisfied when she came back to Logan's apartment that she didn't even care that he was angry at her for sneaking off and almost causing him to call her dad and the police. Her head was finally clear and now she could focus on her personal life.

She sat down with Logan on the couch in his lap, debating exactly what would be the best way to tell him. She decided that perhaps it would be wise to insure his really, really good mood first. So, surprising him, she began a impromptu make out session, much to his enjoyment. But it back fired and he got a little too excited for conversation. He tried to lead her to his bedroom but she remained in her place.

"Why not?" Logan asked, still trying to catch his breath.

"I'm tiered." She lied, knowing it was weak, but it was the first thing that came to mind.

"Yeah, well, I'll make it easy for you then." Logan's voice clearly gave away that he knew that wasn't her real reason. He lifted her and carried her over his shoulder to the bed.

She tried to get his name out, but all that came were gasps. "Please, don't." She wasn't sure if he even heard or understood her until he replied.

"You tell me what's going on and I'll stop." He kept kissing her neck, knowing as well as she did that she didn't have it in her to lie to him again. His hands slid underneath her tight fitting brown t-shirt.

"Logan…"

"I love you Veronica." He kissed her on the mouth again and this time she couldn't not respond.

"Logan…"

He moved down to kissing her collarbone.

"Logan….stop!" She finally got it out, suddenly, and louder than she had intended.

He immediately stopped and looked back up at her eyes. His hand flew to the side of her face and he came back up so that his face was directly above hers. "What-what is it? Are you ok?" His tone was very worried and almost even sounded afraid. She felt guilty.

"Yeah…no…yeah-I- I have to tell you something." His face flooded with dread and more worry.

"What is it?"

"I- I'm um…pregnant." The room filled with silence and his entire body flinched at the word.

"But we were careful."

"Yeah, I guess that didn't matter." She was terrified at what he would do, at what his reaction would be. Shock…check. Partial disbelief, check.

"How long?"

"About six weeks, I think." His face played out a rainbow of emotions.

"Oh, God." More shock…check. Ok, here comes the anger…

He stared down at her for a moment and then kissed her as if it were the last thing he'd ever do. She was shocked now. What was he-

"I love you, Veronica. I know I've done some shitty things to you in the past, but I'm gonna do right by you this time."

What was he talked about? She thought that he would be furious, but instead he was still kissing her and telling her how much he loves her? What in the-

Her thoughts were interrupted when he kissed her again, lightly this time. Short and sweet and totally not his usual style. But she liked it.

She somehow managed a grin. He slowly nodded, realization coming into his mind. "It's ok." He reached over and grabbed the phone, dialing.

"What are you doing?" She asked simply.

"Calling a doctor."

She gently put her hand over his and stopped him. "Logan, no doctor's going to be open this time of day."

He put the phone down and flipped on top of her again, kissing her neck. She thought he was crazy. "What are you doing?"

"I'll call first thing in the morning. Until then, I see no reason that we can't enjoy the rest of our night." He said this like nothing was wrong and everything was completely normal.

"Logan! Didn't you hear what I just told you?" He continued kissing her neck and then went back to her mouth again and reached around with one hand to her back.

"Yeah, I heard you Veronica. You're pregnant. We're gonna have a baby together and I want you to be my wife, but I think I could do a much better job at proposing later… so if you don't mind-"

When it was over, Veronica waited until she thought he was asleep and carefully began to sit up on to edge of the bed to leave. A hand from behind her quickly caught her wrist.

"Don't run, Veronica." He gently pulled her back into bed with him and snuggled up close to her, holding her like as if to prevent her from trying to run away. "From now on it isn't just you that's running away, you've got my baby in there too, so I think I'm entitled to stop you now."

She physically couldn't get out of his hold to run, so she hid under her sarcasm instead. "Well, frack, I guess I'm stuck with you now."

"Is that a problem?" He asked, walking the line between joking and being completely serious.

She squirmed until he loosened his grip enough for her to turn around and face him. She kissed him shortly. "No." She kissed him again on the cheek, but he guided her with his hand under her chin back to his mouth and began kissing her quite seriously. She broke away first. "Doesn't this scare you Logan?"

He stayed silent for a while. "Yeah." He admitted. "But it's not like I'm just playing to give you back at the end of the game, Veronica, you're my keeper. I never would have given you back anyways."

Much later on that night she got an unexpected call from her father.

"Hey dad, what's up?"

"Guess what I just dug up? Larette Davis not only disappeared in nineteen ninety three, but it was also on the same day that her husband was later found dead in their house. I talked to her mother, she's only heard from her one time since she disappeared- when she left her baby on her mother's doorstep, literally, without even a note. The girl is still living with her grandmother and Larette's the prime suspect of her husband's murder." Veronica was in shocked silence. Oh God.

"So, did your old man do good or what?"

She tried to snap herself out of it. "Yeah, dad, that's great. Listen I'll talk to you tomorrow, ok?" She hung up the phone.

"What was that about?" Logan asked only semi-interested.

She quickly turned around to face him with fear written all over her face. "I think I just made a horrible mistake."