I'm sorry it has taken so long, what has it been, over a year? Well, I've been getting a lot of reviews lately and I figured, I owed it to my readers to update you on the new adventures of the Huntzberger family.

Notes:

-A scene of intimacy later in this chapter, so I just wanted to warn you.

Also I don't appreciate the review knocking my author's notes… I just wanted you guys to know I haven't completely forgotten about you, so this story is one that unfolds as I do. Maybe I should just end it here and now, but don't read my story if you're going to be a jerk about reviewing and criticize and author's note instead of actual writing.

To those of you who review and appreciate it, I thank you for your thoughts. They make me smile every time I read them and they are what got me back to writing this story.

Oh, I've also decided, no lyrics for this chapter, but suggested song to listen to is No One by Alicia Keys, and Wild Horses the Chantelle Martin version.

My Baby and I

A head of dark chestnut hair scurried past the tall glass table, that a blonde man sat reading the morning newspaper at, thick framed glasses perched on top of his nose. Giggles erupted from the small girl as she circled the table, an older, womanly version of her crawling right behind. After countless rounds, the womanly version caught the toddler and began to tickle her wildly as the giggles became progressively louder and wilder. The blonde man stared down at the two women in his life and smiled. He closed his newspaper carefully and stepped behind the woman, tickling her fiercely, which produced a new, lower laugh than the small girl. The little one ran away quickly and into the hall, as the other lay helpless on the floor in a fit of laughter.

"Stop, uncle! Uncle!", Rory screamed as she curled up into a ball on the floor. Logan had straddled her by now and looked at her wildly, but with a playful twinkle in his eye.

"I'm not your uncle Ace," and he began to tickle her even harder than before.

As he did so, little footsteps could be heard running across the dark hardwood floors. The little child began to tickle her father from behind as Rory cheered, "Yes, Rosie, get him!"

The man fell off of Rory and picked up the small girl, spinning her around like a little airplane soaring through the sky. Sunday mornings were always this much fun in the Huntzberger house.

"Logan, careful, she's been getting squirmy lately," Rory laughed and grabbed for her small daughter, shaking her head that this little thing was now three years old. It had seemed like just yesterday that this child was learning how to walk and talk, but now she was full out as mischievous as her father and as curious as she was. She was even in pre-school and more social than Rory had been at that age. "Oh Rosie, look how big you are! I think its time we got you dressed," Rory looked at her own pajamas and shook her head. It was almost noon and they were both still cozied up, except Logan, he was already in dark jeans, a loose black sweater and ready for brunch.

"Ace, we need to hurry. We have brunch with my parents in an hour," Logan said as he tidied up his newspaper and put his coffee mug in the sink. He gave Rory a look over as she held on to their adorable, little toddler. He was so glad to have this little creature in their lives. Sure it had been difficult at times, late nights, changing diapers, midnight screams—but it was all worth it now, especially since their daughter was such a curious little thing now. He loved to watch as she discovered things because every object was new to her. He often wondered what it would be like to be a toddler again, what it would take to get back when everything was an adventure. With a sigh, he grabbed the little doll from Rory and gave her a smirk, "Why don't you go get ready and I will dress this little munchkin."

"Thank you, but don't you dare put her in that little pink number again," she said, handing over little Rosie. "Daddy's going to dress you sweetie, and we know Daddy knows how to pick out an outfit, don't we? Yes we do," she tickled her once more and then wandered off to her own room to get ready for brunch.

Logan looked at the small child in his arms and smiled, "Okay babe, lets get dressed!" He put her in airplane position and flew her into her nursery. As they landed onto her dresser, he noticed the room was a bit of a mess. His little monster sure was an explorer. "Rosie, after we get dressed, we're going to clean up this big mess."

She nodded her head at him and smiled tugging at his sweater. "Dada can we play in the snow today?" She looked up at him and he knew he would never be able to say no to this child.

"Alright Rosie, but after we see Grandma and Grandpa, okay?" She pouted at him and he shook his head. She had the same pout that Rory did when she wanted something. He was never going to make it through this childhood!

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Their SUV had become somewhat of a child's haven, filled with books and toys that Rosie could play with whenever they went anywhere, short or long distances. It was amazing how much their lives had changed since having their little wonder. Logan realized how much of an impact his absences had on her and Rory when he would leave for business, so he cut his trips as short as possible and made sure to always be home in the evenings for dinner and bath time. He hoped he'd be able to keep that up too, but with the expansion of his paper and pressure from his father, he wasn't sure if they'd be able to stay here for much longer.

Yes, his father had suggested a move back to New York, since they had made a move to Connecticut to be closer to their families when Rosie was born, but he didn't want to move her to that dirty, busy place. He wanted to raise his family in an environment where they had a backyard and friends and—anything his girls wanted.

Rory looked over at her contemplative husband and grabbed his free hand, stroking his knuckles soothingly. "Babe, what's wrong?"

"Just thinking is all. Dad wants us to move to New York for the paper, but I don't think that's such a good idea," he replied, looking over at her for any hint of a reaction. All she did though was form her lips in an "o" shape and looked back at their daughter with a small smile.

After a short pause she looked up at him and winked, as she often did to make sure he wasn't too worried. "Don't worry Logan, I'm sure we'll be able to convince him otherwise, I mean he wouldn't want to be away from his granddaughter would he?" She hoped that would at least convince Mitchum Huntzberger to stop pressuring Logan.

From the back of the car Rory could here Rosie's soft little voice singing "The itsy bitsy spider" rhyme, and she couldn't help but think of tearing Rosie away from her friends at pre-school. Sure she was young, but it wasn't good for a child to be moved around a lot. Sighing, she turned back to her husband, glancing at his tanned face and she couldn't help but love him. He made her feel like the only woman on earth, and even though they had a child, she still felt like their romance was hotter than ever. Why just two nights ago he'd shown her a thing or two she'd never done before. Those thoughts caused her to blush and stare at her hand, resting on the diamond ring that adorned her left hand. Nearly five years of marriage with the man she once thought was an arrogant prick and look how taken she had become with him.

"Our anniversary is next month," she said quietly, smiling to herself as he nodded along. "I was thinking we should take Rosie to my mom's and spend the weekend at Lake Tahoe…a nice little, cabin down by the lake, all alone with no one to interrupt us…" she trailed off as she watched the smile grow on his face.

"Hmm, I think that's definitely a great idea Rory, but just a weekend?"

"Well I figured you wouldn't be able to get away for longer than a weekend…"

"How about…four nights and five days?" he smirked at her and could barely contain the surprise, ready to burst at the seams.

"What do you have planned Mr. Huntzberger?"

"Oh this and that, but its definitely up the same ally as what you were thinking, Ace. You think I wouldn't have something planned, please!" he scoffed and she giggled at this. A long, tree filled driveway appeared before them and Rory knew they had reached the Huntzberger residence. As much as she loved her in-laws, she wasn't in the mood for brunch. In fact, she hadn't been feeling that well lately, especially after her morning's coffee.

"Out you get little Rosie," Logan sing-songed as he unbuckled the little girl from her car seat. He fixed her green dress after setting her down on the pavement, and adjusted her hat on her head.

She took a look to left and saw the huge embankment of snow, screaming happily as she ran towards it. "Snow! Snow! Dada come play!" she ran into the cold fluff and began to toss it into the air, her little blue mittens quickly catching the falling powder. He shook his head and lifted her from the snow bank, dusting her off quickly before carrying her onto the front step.

"Come on Daddy, let's go play in the snow," Rory chimed, grabbing Rosie from him. He smiled at his girls but shook his head anyways.

"Come on, brunch and then snow. Besides, she needs to put on her snow pants before she goes back out here," he argued and then rang the doorbell to his home.

A maid dressed in red and white opened the door and smiled widely as she saw the visitors, "Hello Mr. Logan, and Miss Rory. Look at Little Rosie, she's gotten so big," the maid commented.

"Hello Susie," Rosie said and reached out to be held by the aging maid. She gave her a tight squeeze then looked around wildly for the familiar faces of her grandparents. "Grandma, Grandpa!" She called out and after being set down, ran quickly to Shiela, dressed for once in casual jeans and an off-white blouse. Her husband, Mitchum, was decked out in a sports jacket and black turtleneck, but Rory knew this was as casual as the man ever got.

"Hello Mitchum, Shiela, nice to see you," she said and gave them each a warm hug. Logan did the same and they entered into the living room for coffee. It reminded her of her weekly dinners with her own grandparents, though those had stopped long ago, she still made sure to visit on a regular basis.

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Brunch was always a tiring experience for the young couple and as they made their way back home, they sighed with relief. Always talk of more children and Rory staying at home—it never stopped. Still they were family and one had to endure one's family. Still, Logan wished his family would give up sometimes. Though, he did get the chance to have a one on one with his dad about staying here instead of moving back to New York.

Mitchum sat hesitantly at the edge of his desk waiting for the urgent news his son had yet to drop on him.

"Look Dad, I don't want to move my family to New York. I want them to grow up here, in a neighbourhood where they have a backyard, and are away from all the corruption that New York has to offer. I want Rory to remain close enough to her mom and Luke, and her dad. I want to be here and stay here and I don't want you to try and push me into moving to New York again," he wasn't beating around the bush, he was going to make sure his father knew what he wanted and wouldn't allow him to bully him this time.

"You know, you get more and more like me every day son," he said wearily.

"If that's a compliment I'm a little worried," he laughed.

"At least I know where your head is son, and I'm glad you chose your family, but just remember, it won't always be this easy to change my mind," Mitchum smiled and patted his sons shoulder as he left the room.

Come to think of it, that had been rather easy for Logan. In fact, he wondered what other plans his father was going to bully him into. Frowning he turned into their driveway, and turned off the car. Rory had dozed off on the drive home, so he shook her gently. "Ace, we're home." She awoke with a cute little smile and stretched before leaving the car.

Logan opened the back of the car to unbuckle a napping Rosie, which was a good thing, because she hadn't been going for her afternoon naps lately, according to their nanny, and this meant that she went to bed earlier, but got up even earlier the next mornings. He had slept past five the past few weeks.

He lifted her out carefully and she awoke enough to wrap her arms around his neck. God, he loved this little creature. He shut the door softly and walked her into the house, putting her down for her nap, hoping she would sleep for a long while this time. Playing in the snow had tired her out though, so he figured she'd be out for at least another few hours. Which gave him and Rory enough time to unwind and cook some dinner. Well, for him to cook some dinner, she still hadn't been able to make more than Poptarts and Kraft-Dinner. At least Rosie enjoyed that.

As he left the little girl's room, he noticed his wife sitting on a barstool, particularly dozy eyed. He leaned over the counter and gave her forehead a kiss. "Why don't you take a nap Ror, it'll make you feel better," he said, moving to lead her to the bedroom.

"Only if you'll come lay down with me," she said, her eyes brightening slightly. Ah, how could he resist those baby blues?

"Fine, but only for a little bit, I have to make dinner."

"How could you even think of dinner after all of that food we just ate?!"

"Well, you know Rosie, she needs to bed fed on a regular basis."

"Right, the kid. How could I forget?" she smiled and floated towards the bedroom as he pushed along behind her.

"You alright Ror, you don't seem yourself lately. Maybe a little sick?"

"I don't know, I can't seem to shake this. I'm always tired, and my stomach has been in knots for the past two weeks… I don't even know what's wrong with me," she said lying down on the bed.

"Maybe you're pregnant again," he said, situating himself in the curve of her back. He listened for her to reply, but she didn't say anything at all to that.

After a few minutes, "No, I don't think so."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to get you to the doctor then," he said and wrapped a reassuring arm around her hip. They lay like that for over an hour before they heard the pitter patter of little feet on the hard wood floor.

"Mmm, our little monster is up," Rory mumbled. Logan sighed beside her, deciding he should go get the little thing before she caused any trouble.

"I'll get her Ror, keep sleeping," he said and left the comfort of the bed and his wife. At least someone was getting rest around here.

"Not going to argue with that one!" she said and turned into her pillow before drifting back asleep. If he knew one thing for sure with his wife, it was that she sure could sleep. Sighing he left the bedroom and found Rosie sitting at her colouring table in the kitchen drawing pictures of animals.

"You're awake," she said, smiling up at him. She turned her head back down and continues to colour in and out of the lines she had drawn on her page. A yellow pig sat staring back at the both of them as she examined the animal much like an artist many years her senior. She decided that a few black dots and it was finished. "This is for Mommy," she giggled and he took it to put it up on the fridge.

"We'll give this to her after dinner. How about we go back out in the snow?"

She nodded her head and they dressed for an evening in the crisp winter snow.

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It was nearly seven and Rory had yet to bathe Rosie and put her to bed. She was still cleaning the dishes that Logan had left after cooking up a wild platter of spaghetti and meatballs—his specialty. A few more pots and she'd be able to wash the little girl and tuck her deep inside her blankets.

"Logan do you mind finishing these pots while I go bathe Rosie," she called, wondering where the two of them had run off. Out they came from the bathroom, Rosie's hair combed neatly, still wet from her bath. "Well you beat me to it. Thank you Logan," she said, knowing she could always rely on that man to help her out. They had decided long ago they wouldn't rely on nannies for the evening or weekends, just during the weekdays when they worked. They wanted to be the ones who raised Loralei junior, not some stranger. She finished drying the last of the pots and put them away carefully.

"Mommy, do you like my picture?" the little girl looked up expectantly as she pointed to the yellow pig on the fridge. Rory examined it carefully.

"I think this is your best work yet little one," she bent down to pick up her little toddler and walked her to her bedroom. So time to sleep Rosie, we have to take you to school in the morning. And what day is tomorrow?"

"Monday…and show and tell," she replied after thinking for a moment.

"What are you going to show the class Rosie?" Logan asked as he followed them into her room.

"I'm going to show them Charlie," she smiled, pointing to her stuffed turtle sitting beside her backpack. "I'm going to tell them where I got him from and how Mommy has a matching one named Lillian," she continued proudly.

The two of them smiled at their little girl and tucked her in, each kissing her forehead softly before turning to turn off the light. "Goodnight Rosie Posie," they said together and shut the door carefully.

"I'm tired," Rory whined, walking towards the couch and sitting down heavily. She'd been saying that all afternoon after her nap. And she'd only woken up just before dinner. Logan wondered what could have been causing her to be so tired.

"Babe, you really need to go see the doctor tomorrow," he said, sitting down beside her on the couch. He rubbed her shoulder carefully before pulling her into his lap. She curled up under his chin and began to kiss his neck softly, sucking and licking tiny circles until she reached his chin. "Rory, God, Rory, I'm trying to have a serious conversation here," he mumbled.

"And I'm trying to kiss you, now shut up," she said and pressed her lips firmly to his before unzipping the top of his sweater. He kissed her back softly, before she started to push her mouth harder to his, wanting him to be a little bit rougher than he was being. He turned her so that she was straddling his hips and began to tug at her sweater, pushing it down past her shoulders.

"Wait, not here Rory, Rosie might see," he said, placing his hands under her butt and lifting her as she tightened her legs around him and kissed him even harder than before. He stumbled towards their bedroom, finally reaching it and closing the door softly, locking it carefully in case their little toddler awoke. He walked towards the closest wall and leaned Rory against it, resting his own hands beside her head, her legs still straddling him. "I thought you were tired," he said, his mouth covering hers once again.

"I'm also in the mood to do unexplainable things to you," she whispered huskily and broke from the kissing to unbutton his jeans and lower her own underwear.

"Thank God you were wearing a skirt," he smirked at her and lowered her onto him, allowing her to control the pace and she moved her hips into his, her back firmly against the wall, giving him more control over the movement. She kissed his lips firmly, roughly, and battled with his tongue until her moans grew too loud to muffle with his kiss. She leaned her head against the wall, preparing for the final climax she was feeling, coming so close. But this still wasn't over. She felt herself let go as he did also, and breathed heavily into her ear as he rested his head against her shoulder. He let her legs go and she held onto him as she stood shakily. He pressed his body firmly against hers, pinning her to the wall. God, all that all before eight, that was definitely a new record this month.

Logan began to kiss her neck softly and listened as she twitched with each small tickle. As they both recovered, Rory grabbed at his sweater and pulled it over his head. She kissed him firmly again, and went to the buttons on the dress shirt he wore underneath, slowly moving down each button, until she reached the one closest to his jeans. She moved the shirt off of his shoulders and pulled the undershirt over his head, kissing down his chest and stomach, until she reached his hipbone. She slipped his pants down slowly, before resting her hands on his hips and staring at him challengingly. He responded by pulling her sweater and shirt over her head, pulling her skirt down to her ankles, and left her bra for later. They stepped out of the pools of clothing at their ankles before Logan went back to remove her bra. Slowly he kissed his way down each shoulder as he slid the straps down, before unclasping the back and kissing down each breast softly. She pushed him towards the bed, leading him so that the back of his knees hit the edge, causing him to sit. She started at him and put one knee on either side of him before dipping her head to work at his neck. He loved when she took control, which was every so often. Most days he was the one leading the fun, but something had gotten into her today and she just couldn't be stopped.

She reached his collarbone and licked it before sucking it ever so softly, and pulled herself to be face to face with him. He looked into her eyes before grinning and slipped into her quickly, as she again controlled the pace on top of him. He knew she had given him only enough time to barely recover before needing him to be with her once again. He held onto the small of her back as she moved up and down on his lap, her head bent to kiss him roughly, her nails digging into his biceps as she moved harder and faster on top of him. He gasped as she picked up speed, but couldn't believe the pleasure she was making him feel with her new savage approach. He wouldn't be surprised if they'd go another few rounds tonight. As he came to his brink, she still couldn't quite get there, so she stopped, to give herself a moment, cooling him off so that they could get there together. He slipped out of her to try manually, and worked her to her own brink, before slipping back inside of her, and allowing her to get back to her hard and fast pace. Finally a fire erupted in her belly and she shuddered happily from the feeling. She sat on his lap a few more moments before moving off to curl up beside him. He lay back resting his arm beneath her.

"What has gotten in to you today?" he asked aloud, as he tried to steady his own breathing.

"I don't know, but as soon as you're good to go, we should do it again," she breathed and they both lay on their backs recovering before they could get back into a new steady rhythm, a new position and a hell of a new feeling.

"And I thought you were tired," he said, still breathless and wanting to recover quickly in order to please his wife, but these things took time and it was out of his hands.

She was thoughtful for a moment before replying, "I'm not anymore," she said, kissing his neck once, before resting back beside him. They lay side by side for a little while longer, before he decided a little teasing would at least tire her out. He kissed her neck and worked his way to her breasts, she hated when he spent time there because it made her want him even more. He worked there for a few minutes, before she'd squirmed down enough so that their lips met and he worked her mouth for a minute or two, before kissing down to her bellybutton. He covered her with his body and held himself up over her with his arms, lowering himself into her for round three. This was going to be a long night.

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Rory woke up to the sound of running water coming from the washroom. She heard the tap turn off and saw the light flicker before her husband came out dressed in just a towel, his hair still wet from his shower.

"You should know better than to come out here half naked Logan," she cooed while rolling over on her side to watch him.

"I have to get Rosie ready for school. She's already up eating her Cheerios and applesauce. And you should go back to sleep. I already called the paper you wouldn't be in today, and I called Doctor Adams and booked you an appointment for eleven."

"They're already at the office at," she looked at the clock, "seven?"

"Well his receptionists are. And hey, don't miss that appointment!" he said before kissing her forehead and heading to the closet to change into a suit for the office. He came out again with dress pants and his shirt half buttoned. "Which tie?" he asked holding out a powder blue with stripes and a green with a hypnotizing pattern.

"The green one," she said and lowered herself back to her pillow.

"I'll match Rosie then," he said finishing the buttons and tying a winsdor knot before grabbing his jacket. "I'll see you tonight babe," he said, before leaving the room and closing the door softly behind him. He heard her start singing "My Girl" to Rosie as she assumed he put on her coat and hat. A final thud of a door and she knew she was home alone.

Her smile faded and she wondered if she really was pregnant. What Logan has said really got her thinking what it would be like to have another baby. And after last night, well if she wasn't already pregnant, their was a chance she could be now. Of course another baby wouldn't hurt things, and she sure didn't want to leave Rosie an only child. But pregnant again? She wasn't sure if she could handle it.

The only way to find out was to go to Dr. Adams…and go she would.

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That's it for now. Seems I have found my muse again. Sorry if that one scene was a bit.. umm.. graphic. If it was too much, let me know and I'll rewrite it. Thanks for reading.

-Beautymarked