Thanks for the reviews everyone! I decided to get another chapter up quickly as a break from exam studying. Suggested soundtrack for this chapter:

-Into the Ocean- Blue October

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-beautymarked

Easier Said than Done

It had been three days since her visit with Doctor Adams, and Rory was just the slightest bit nervous. She desperately hoped that it was just some kind of common virus going around because another pregnancy just was not in the cards for them right now. She had just gotten a promotion at the paper to assistant copy editor, which was something considering she was still so young. She really did not want to have a baby right now either, thinking about the dirty diapers and early morning feedings—she just couldn't quite handle that now. Not with the stresses of the paper, and Logan being away as often as he was. He did try, but still, having a toddler and being pregnant, not to mention balancing her life with all of it—she just didn't think she was ready to hear double the pitter patter of little feet- at least not quite yet.

Stretching out on their cream coloured, leather sofa, Rory remembered what it was like when Rosie was first born. She would sleep when Rosie slept and feed her almost every hour. It was almost comparable to the amount of coffee she used to drink—that is before she was pregnant with Rosie. In fact, all the decaf she drank during the pregnancy really threw her off coffee for about a year after having Rosie. Still, the first few months had been hell with early feedings and little catnaps throughout the day. It was hard enough just being home on her own, she couldn't imagine having another little one to look after as well. Not that Rosie was a lot of trouble, but she sure did get into just about everything their house had to offer.

An open door caught Rory's attention as she looked over her shoulder to see her husband, briefcase in hand and coat slung over his arm. He kissed her forehead softly and went to their room to change before beginning on dinner. He came out of the room with a puzzled look on his face—"Where's Rosie?"

"She's playing with Corbin at Colin and Steph's," she answered and rested her head back against the sofa. Colin and Stephanie had gotten married around the same time she and Logan found out about Rosie, and soon after Stephanie was also carrying a little one of her own. Of course, they had nannies for every time of day, but Stephanie tried to be around for her little boy. He was only about two months younger than Rosie and they played together at least once a week. This week it was Stephanie's turn to watch the children.

"Oh our little lovebirds. If Corbin turns out to be anything like Colin, we'll be in trouble. Come to think of it, they should probably stop playing together," he said, sitting down beside her and lifting her legs to cross over his lap.

"Oh stop, they'll probably end up close friends like you and Steph. It's Finn's little boy we'll have to watch out for," Rory smiled and closed her eyes.

"Joanna just had that baby a month ago, I doubt Rosie would be in to younger men," he paused, "but knowing Finn, that wouldn't stop that little guy either." He chuckled softly and grabbed Rory's hand, caressing her soft fingers between his own, "I can't believe all of us are married with children. Only I'm not Al Bundy, and you are far prettier than Peggy," he said.

"It's hard to believe that the town's biggest playboys all finally settled down. Colin and Steph have little Corbin, Finn and Joanna have baby Charlie and we have little Rosie…I'm surprised Colin and Steph haven't announced another pregnancy by now. They seemed so set on having another one so their kids would be really close in age."

After a few moments of silence, Logan stood up from the couch and set his mind on cooking dinner. He wondered how long it would be until they were going to be pregnant with their next little creature. He remembered being so excited over Rosie, that he had wanted to start working on making another just days after Rory brought the little girl home from the hospital. Rory of course protested and told him to just wait and see what the next few months would be like, and of course she was right. Those first few months had been a challenge, but he couldn't stop himself from wanting another little one, maybe a little boy this time, one he could dress up in tiny tuxes and take to ball games. He wanted to be the father he never really had, and he wanted to always be there for his son, and obviously Rosie. He didn't want his kids to resent him the same way he did his father, but he supposed Rory would never let that happen.

"What time will Colin be dropping Rosie back at?" Logan called from the kitchen as he finished cutting up peppers for the salad he had made.

"Umm, just after dinner I think, seven maybe?" she called back. He shook his head and brought out the plate of greens to his wife, who had surprisingly started eating vegetables after the birth of Rosie. He figured she wanted to start setting a healthy example for their little girl, so he tried to help out as often as he could.

As he sat down beside her he asked, "So did the doctor call yet?"

"No, but I'm sure its nothing. They said no call was a good thing."

"Oh, good then," he said but couldn't help his brow from creasing. He really wanted to have another little one around the house. He wondered what Rory thought about it, since she hadn't really explained what she felt about it. "Ror, do you think, maybe… maybe it's time we start thinking of having another little one?" he looked up at her hopefully and he could tell she was thinking very hard at his question.

"I don't think I'm ready to have another one," she said and went on eating her salad, the crunching filling the deep silence of the room.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer to his next question, but he asked anyway, "Does that mean you don't want to have another one?"

"No, I just don't want one right now. With the promotion, and Rosie starting kindergarten next year, I don't know, its just a lot to think about I guess," she said.

"Oh. Okay." He stopped asking her questions and they finished eating their salads in silence.

Rory looked over at her husband and saw his expression sink. She hadn't realized how much he actually wanted another baby; maybe she should consider it a little bit more. "How about I think about it, and we'll talk about it later?" she offered and this caused his face to brighten considerably. She kissed his cheek chastely and then took his plate and headed to the kitchen to put them in the dishwasher. After wiping down the counter she called out to him, "Logan," and fell over the counter as a rush of pain hit her like a wave.

He rushed in to see what was wrong and immediately bent to her side. "What do you want me to do? Take you to lie down? Hold you up?" he asked, knowing that she would know what was best for her body.

"Lie down," she managed to breathe out and he lifted her easily, carrying her to their bedroom and laying her down on the bed.

"I'm calling Doctor Adams right now," he said and left the room to make the phone call. She held her abdomen in pain as another wave hit her so violently she thought she might pass out. Logan entered back into the room after a few moments. "Doctor Adams is on his way over, and I called Colin and asked him to have Rosie stay over there for the evening. He said he would bring her home in the morning. How are feeling?" he asked, concern wrinkling his young face.

"Like I'm going to be sick," she said, and rushed to the bathroom. He followed behind her to hold her hair and rubbed her back softly. "I feel like death," she said and sat down, her legs straddled on either side of the toilet.

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An hour later, Rory was tucked neatly into her bed, still clutching her lower abdomen, confused as to what could be causing her such a great deal of pain. A knock at the door signaled the arrival of Doctor Adams, and Logan left her momentarily to allow him to enter. A short man with blondish grey hair entered the room, smiling weakly at the girl in bed. He clenched tightly to his bag as he walked towards the bed and examined the little lady. After a few quick tests, the Doctor turned to Logan with a wry smile.

"She has a kidney stone I'm afraid. And from the amount of pain she's in I'm assuming it's a big one. We're best to get her in for x-rays in the morning to find out just where the little devil is and how big it has become. There's probably no need to operate, but at least we can have a look." He smiled and gathered his belongings, placing them carefully back into his sturdy black bag.

"That's it? A kidney stone?" Logan asked, looking more confused and bewildered than he meant to.

"Just a kidney stone! Son, you try having one—it's like a little rock being pushed through your urethra!" He patted Logan on the back as he walked by. At the door he stopped to add, "Bring her by in the morning. For now just make sure she drinks a lot of water. Even if she doesn't want to drink it, make her." Logan followed the man out of the room and walked him to the door.

"Thanks for all your trouble. Oh and Doc, what about how she's been tired all the time?"

"Just fatigue. Rory tells me she hasn't been sleeping through the night. It's probably just too much stress. Just make sure she takes it easy the next few days and that stone will pass." The Doctor smiled before leaving the warm house and left Logan staring at the closed wooden door.

He padded quietly back to their bedroom and lay down beside his pale wife. She looked so helpless, he thought as he watched the perspiration gather in beads on her forehead. He wiped a few stray strands of hair from her eyes and kissed her tenderly on the head before taking his jeans off and settling in beside her.

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"Lorelei Rose Hunztberger, you put that down right this minute!" Rory called at her young daughter as she drew green circles with her crayon on the cream coloured kitchen walls.

The little girl looked up at her mother through her lashes—she must have learned that from me, Rory thought, as the little girl began to swirl her foot shyly. "I just wanted to draw you a picture Mommy," she said and continued to look up through her lashes.

Damn, she also had her fathers charm—this kid would be a knock out some day if she was this good at age three. "Remember what I said Rosie, we colour on our paper, not on our walls," Rory looked at the wall thoughtfully and picked up her own crayon from Rosie's colouring table. "I think it could use a little red right…here," she said and added a circle next to one of Rosie's. The small girl smiled up at her mother and the spent the next half an hour drawing a small mural on the kitchen wall.

After they had finished, they took a step back to look at it. "High five kid, we're a good team," Rory turned to her daughter and the began to giggle at their spiraled masterpiece. Just then, they heard the front door click and Rory laughed even harder. "Oh oh, Daddy's home!" Rory hid the crayon behind her back and Rosie followed suit as they both hid their smiles. This kid learned pretty quick, she thought as Logan walked into the room, a smirk gracing his thin lips.

"Hello ladies, what are you hiding there?" he said, approaching them as they blocked his view no matter which way he squirmed. Logan picked up Rosie and began to tickle her when he saw the creative explosion on their wall. "Did you do this Rosie?" he asked playfully.

"No, Mommy did," she said and pointed to her surprised mother.

"You little brat, first rule of Gilmore is not to rat out your mother… I think you need to spend more time with Grandma Lorelei," Rory teased and faced her husband. "Guilty as charged. Rosie and I decided it was time to brighten up these walls, didn't we Rosie?"

"Unhuh. That's what we wanted to do Dada, we wanted to bwighten up these walls," she said and he tickled her again, causing her to squirm wildly in his arms.

"And you didn't wait for me to help? I'm so upset," he teased and put on a big pout as he set Rosie down on the ground.

Rosie took one look at her father before passing him a blue crayon and saying, "Don't be sad Dada, go colour," she smiled widely before leading him to the wall so he could add his own blue circles. After a few of his own were added, the three of them stepped back and examined the wall again. "Looks good," she said with a smile and her two parents looked down at her laughing.

"This kid is obviously going to be the next Picasso," Logan said and Rory nodded her head in agreement. Just another day in the Huntzberger house Logan thought as he set down his crayon and went to change his clothes. It had been two weeks since Rory passed her kidney stone, which meant their anniversary was in just over a week. He checked the door to make sure she wasn't anywhere near before picking up his cellphone to make a call. "John, hi…we still set for next Saturday? Good, she doesn't have a clue. She thinks we're going to the lake house. I know she's going to love it. Thanks John, talk to you soon." He closed his phone quickly and threw it on the bed before coming out of the room in a pair of slacks and a green thermal.

"So ladies, what shall I make for dinner?"

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Next chapter: The anniversary adventure, and a few more surprises.