LOGAN

I got out of my car, just getting home from work. It was 7:30. I had finally got my work hours down, mostly because I refused to work after 7. I had two kids and a wife at home, that's where I wanted to be. I double-checked that my doors were locked, this was EW York, you know, before turning around and bumping into a blond. I helped her off the ground, being the gentleman I was, living in New York hadn't completely hardened me.

"Logan." She cried as she launched herself into my arms. She looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't remember her name or where I knew her. I took little notice to the kid standing next to her, must be her kids because he looked exactly like her. He looked a little older than Cameron.

"Hi, uh." I said not wanting to be rude.

"Marissa, remember from senior year at Yale?" She must have been a conquest during the great split of 2005 between Rory and I. I didn't think I needed a girlfriend and moved back into my old life. How I was wrong.

"Right, how have you been?" I didn't really want to talk to her.

"I think you should ask your son that question Logan." My eyes went from this woman's face to the boys. He had blond hair, like Cameron's.

"What?" I needed verification. This could not be happening. Things worked out with Rory and I and I wanted them to.

"The last night I saw you before you stopped answering my calls." I really was a bastard. "We went to the pub and went back to my place with all those drinks in our system, all road blocks down."

My eyes widened as it clicked in my brain. I had way more drinks that even Spencer Tracy needed and the next day I decided I wanted Rory back. "I was pregnant Logan. I tried to tell you." I wasn't even sure what to say. I was panicking.

"I… I… I have to go." I stuttered like an idiot. I walked away quickly, into my house, with my family. Rory greeted me by kissing me. She looked a little shaken.

"Is everything alright?" I asked her. Had she seen Marissa? Was she mad at me?"

"Peachy. I ordered Chinese food. It's in the kitchen. Cameron is in her room doing homework and Lawrence is sleeping." She kissed me again. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going on, that wasn't about Marissa. I looked at her, and she looked sad. She would tell me when she was ready, I hoped. But I knew I couldn't tell her. I wanted to think about what I going to do. I needed to make sure. I kissed her, wanting to be as close to her as possible. I pulled away for a second and wanted to go right back.

"Is Cameron busy?" I kissed her again. She laughed at me.

"Yeah. You know Geometry is touch on a six year old." She joked.

"Oh yeah?" I smirked, walking backwards to our bedroom.

"The food is going to get cold Logan. I'm sure Cameron is hungry." I kissed her again.

"So am I, but not for food." I told her, opening the door and pulling us in. I needed her. I needed to love her.

"Being married hasn't made you any less of a charmer, Huntzberger." I took off her jacket.

"I love you." I kissed her neck. She giggled as we fell onto the bed.

RORY

It had been a week since I'd seen Jacob, but not from a lack of his trying. He seemed to ignore my lawyer's warnings not to come near me again. But I did my best to avoid him, at all cost. Security walked me out of my building at night and they knew not to let Jacob into the building. Things were going great with Logan; I was going to let him screw up my family. I wondered how Logan I could avoid Jacob. This was one thing I liked about him when we dated, his determination to get what he wanted. Plus, he had a temper and once he got a hold of something, he didn't let go. I remember when our relationship started and everything was ok for a while, he was great with Cameron and we had fun. It was my Mom who first pointed out warning signs of domestic abuse, which I refuse to see, like he was emotional dismissive towards me. It resulted in a fight with my Mom. I refused to believe that I could be in an abusive relationship; I was the smart one, the one who went to Chilton and Yale. I was the one who made the right decisions, but there I was. I even stayed with him after the first time he called me a name and even after the first time I had to cover up a bruise on my cheek. I didn't get out until he put me in the hospital. After that, I vowed not to put Cameron or me in that position again, so I got a restraining order against him. Now he was back. Now what?