a/n: So this story is quickly coming to an end. There are 3 more chapters, at the most. So enjoy it when it last! And also thanks to my beta, browneyedbeauty

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Rory

I had my routine down. It was getting easier to pretend it didn't hurt as much as it still did. The truth was, it was pain I had never felt in this capacity before. Not an hour went by that I wasn't thinking about how it was going to work out, if Logan would come back or if the divorce papers would come. I had tried calling him to talk about this but he wouldn't take my calls. I had even went by his office, but he wasn't taking visitors. I wasn't sure what else I could do. He wouldn't let me try to fix this.

I walked into my living room that I once shared with my husband. Everywhere I looked something reminded me of him. I paid the babysitter and made sure that Lawrence and Cameron were asleep before taking a shower. I looked at myself in the mirror, my bruises were healing. You could hardly tell anymore.

I went into Lawrence's room and looked at him in his crib. He looked so much like Logan. I reached my hand out and touched his delicate cheek. He was warm, hot even. I picked him up and his body was limp, he wasn't moving. His eyes opened weakly and I went into panic mode. I grabbed the thermometer and took his temperature. It was much higher than it should have been. I had to get him to a doctor. I quickly called Colin to come watch Cameron while I took Lawrence to the emergency room. In the car, I hardly took my eyes off of him the whole time. I picked up my phone and dialed without a second though. He deserved to know.

"Logan?"

Logan

My mind and heart raced. Something was wrong with Lawrence. I couldn't believe I wasn't there to hold him, I still wasn't there. What was I thinking? This was my family. I had to be there. I tried to remain calm during the drive to the hospital. I tried to clear my head, even if I got there in half the time it would normally take. I was still in my pajamas as I went into the doors of the hospital. I had started to ask a nurse where my son was when I noticed Lorelai coming towards me.

"How is he?" I asked

"I'm not sure. I just got here. Rory said they're on the 3rd floor." I followed her up. I didn't like hospitals. Last time I was in one I almost lost my life. Things almost never worked out in a hospital. Rory was sitting in the chair with her head in her hands. She looked miserable, and not just about Lawrence.

"Rory." Lorelai was by her side in a heartbeat. She enveloped Rory in a big hug, one tear shed down her eye. It was the first moment I truly understood. This was who I was meant to be with. I knew when I married her that I was going to spend the rest of my life with her but I had doubted things. Now it was amazingly clear.

"How is he?" I asked, sitting next to her.

"I'm waiting for the doctor." She responded, not even turning her head. Yeah, she had hurt me, but I was continually hurting her and my kids by not being there. I felt like such an asshole. I put my arm around her shoulder and felt the tingle run down my spine. Lorelai excused herself to find coffee after seeing the sight.

"It will be fine." I told her.

"I am a horrible mother. I let this happen."

"What are you talking about? You're a great Mother." She wasn't making any sense.

"No, I'm not. You had every right to leave me. I see that now." I couldn't believe it. All I wanted to do was kiss her and make her feel loved again. I took her cheeks in my hands and wiped her tears with my thumbs. This woman was beautiful.

"Look at me Rory. You are a great mother to those kids. I'm the jackass for leaving."

She stared at me for a minute. She had never been more beautiful to me than she was at that moment. Our faces moved closer to each other and I had made up my mind that I was going to kiss her. We were inches apart and my lips were itching with anticipation.

"Mrs. Huntzberger?" A doctor called for Rory. We pulled away from each other and looked at the doctor. Rory got up and shook his hand. "Lawrence is fine. We gave him a shot of antibiotics. You can take him home in about an hour." I could have hugged him. Instead I turned to Rory and kissed her squarely on the lips. Both of our bodies had relaxed and the tension between us was gone, but now questions hung in the air. Did she still love me? Did I still have a chance? Did she hate me forever? The look on her face answered those questions for me. The only question now was, how was I going to get my family back, I mean really prove that I was here and that I loved them? I was going to have to prove it to them, to Rory.