"Logan, I'm going to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth." She looked over at him from the passenger seat, demanding at least a flicker of eye contact. Logan waited.

"Do you think I'm selfish?"

He shook his head to indicate the negative. "A little over-driven sometimes, yes. But selfish? No. I just worry about you," Logan knew her mind was still consumed with the strange case, but he also knew that she wouldn't talk about it again.

"I know. I don't mean too, I just don't know how to… I'm so used to having to fight for everything and everyone. They need to know! But that's all over now, isn't it? With the baby-" she trailed off.

"What are you saying? You don't want it?" Logan asked, growing fearful.

"No, it's not that. It's just that I don't want to abandon her like my mom did me. I'm scared to turn out like my mother. But I don't want my life to stop either."

There it was. She was afraid of the same thing that Logan was: turning into their parents. Abuse and abandonment.

Wow, we were going to just make great parents! Except, something in me just knows as complete fact that Veronica would never become a drunk or walk out like her mother did. And I would rather kill myself than lay a hand on our child. It would be like hitting Veronica. I could never do that.

Logan began to feel better about the whole situation for the first time since she had told him she was pregnant. He looked over to find her staring out the window. He knew she didn't want to go home. She wanted to keep chasing answers with everything she had. But she didn't. Instead she was putting the safety of their baby and his request first. In a way, it made him love her even more for it, but in another way, it broke his heart.

"You're not going to turn out like her, Veronica," Logan answered, "You're too good of a person. And how do you know it's a girl?"

She grinned to herself and turned her head as if somehow surprised, though she must have been expecting him to tell her that he didn't think she would out like Lianne. If he did, he wouldn't have been okay with having a baby together. Veronica would be an unbelievable mom, that he had absolutely no doubts about. Logan decided to take advantage of their time together on the ride home to try to figure out what they wanted to do exactly with the situation in a few months. Somehow, he didn't envision Veronica being pregnant in a wedding dress. But he also didn't see her as an unwed mother. She was too classy for that.

"I want you to move in with me, you know."

She surprised him with her quick answer, "I know." She didn't even move to look at him.

"Before the baby comes. Soon. I want us to have some time together first. I can get a bigger apartment if you want. Hell, I can buy a house if you want. Just tell me what would make you happy."

Finally, she turned around and put her hand on his leg. "I need to talk to my dad."

"I want to be there."

"Logan!" She shook her head. But he wasn't going to give in on this one. She saw it written across his face and gave up. "Fine, but let me do all the talking."

Logan agreed.

Late that night, they arrived back in Neptune and headed directly for Veronica's apartment to have the big talk with Keith.

"WHAT!?!?!" Keith bellowed at the news, "Please tell me you're joking before I have a heart attack."

"I could, but I'd be lying. I'm sorry, daddy."

"Great. This is just great. You, my only daughter, are going to college pregnant and then you'll have to drop out when the baby comes! How do you plan on raising this baby? How could you be so stupid and irresponsible?" He turned his head to Logan. "And you, you… I'm going to kill you! You impregnated my daughter? I was even started to think of you as somewhat less of a jerk. How am I ever supposed to trust either of you? Do you think you're ready for this? You're teenagers! How are you going raise a baby?"

"Like it or not, we're going to have to be ready for this. At least we stuck by each other!" Veronica came back.

He ignored the comment. "You know, I can't believe this. I never thought that you'd do this, Veronica. I always thought you were smarter than that. More responsible than that! How far along are you?"

"Eight weeks."

"Oh, so you've been keeping it from me? Great!"

Logan sat, staring silently. At this point, he felt anything he said would only make it worse.

"Are you going to even help with this baby?" Keith tossed at Logan.

"Of course! He responded immediately, "I want to raise our child together. I want to marry her!"

Keith obviously didn't like Logan's answer at all. "Did you two do this on purpose?"

"No!" They both answered quickly and in unison.

He seemed to calm down for a minute, leaning back into his chair and letting out a big breath. But just when Veronica began to hope for the best, Keith stood up and began walking out of the room."
"Where are you going?" Veronica asked fearfully.

"To get my gun!" He stomped off as Logan and Veronica remained in their seats beside each other and exchanged glances.

That night, as Veronica slept in her room she found her nightmares to take a new twist.

She was pregnant, hugely pregnant. The woman she had wrongfully helped laughed as a man walked up to Aaron and shook his hand. She was in the burning freezer again.

"How could you be so stupid?" her father yelled at her from outside.

Smoke came through the lid, she couldn't breathe.

Logan was walking around in a hallway holding a tiny baby in a yellow blanket with both hands, staring into the baby's face and absolutely beaming.

Veronica was running as fast as she could down an empty road. Aaron grabbed her from behind a tree and handed her an envelope filled with pictures of Larette Davis' corpse. He pointed to Veronica's hugely pregnant abdomen, snickering.

Then, Logan was there, running in between them, forcing her to back up behind him. A shot rang out. The pictures became a flip book and they showed the man from the real pictures laying down in a pool of his own blood. He got up and peeled off the fake wounds and pointed a gun at Larette, who was now also pregnant. Larette placed her baby at a doorstep and ran away.

Logan watched her, crying. The baby grew into a girl with dark curly hair. Larette was running down the street while the little girl chased after her screaming and crying for her mommy to come back. A loud shot rang out. Larette fell to the street dead. Veronica looked down to see her large belly bleeding from a bullet hole.

She bolted out of bed, breathless. "Oh my God, I know what happened. I know what happened!" Suddenly, she began to feel dizzy and she realized that her head was pounding. When she put her hand up to her forehead to try to ease the pain she also realized that her head felt really hot, as did the rest of her body. Her legs quaked beneath her as if in mutiny.

She called out weakly, "Daddy!" before her knees gave beneath her.