So the journey continues. A little more LoVe interaction/drama and a little less Piz. Thanks to all my encouraging reviews. There are individual messages at the bottom because I feel like I've been neglected my awesome reviewers.

I'm going to try to update next week like I usually do, but I will be on vacation, so you might need to go a week without an update. But I promise that the next chapter is worth waiting for because it will make a lot of you very happy…

As always, read, enjoy and review. If you all make me happy enough, I promise to find some internet connection to return the favor.

P.S. I've never been pregnant, nor have I ever been to any doctors appointments about babies and pregnancies, so if I get something wrong, don't sue me. That's why this is fiction. If I had it my way, babies would come by storks. No weird cravings, weight gain, sleepless nights or pain. So on with the story!

I was searching the quad for Logan nervously, the sun beating down on me.

"Hey Veronica," Piz popped out of nowhere, "What are you doing here?"

I didn't really want to say it, but there was no way I would lie to Piz either, "Waiting for Logan. He's going with me to the doctor."

"Oh," Piz's gaze dropped, "Well I have to get to class. I'll talk to you later."

He turned to leave without so much of a kiss but I grabbed his arm pulling him back for a kick peck on the lips. It was just my way of reassuring him that he had nothing to worry about. And just like clockwork, as Piz walked away, Logan entered the quad nodding a hello to Piz and he made his way towards me.

"You ready?" Logan swirled his keys around his index finger.

"Yeah, let's go," I turned to walk towards the Hearst parking garage.

Logan's car was in sight when he stopped suddenly, gaping at what he saw. All four of his tires were slashed so that the car was practically sitting on its rims.

"You've got to be kidding me," He looked around, trying to see if the culprit was still around.

I reached out to touch his arm, "I'll look into it."

He pulled out his cell phone calling for a tow to his garage. Lord know he's had to get his car fixed plenty of times. I shuddered thinking back to the time his back window was shot out while we were conveniently making out inside.

"Come on," I glanced down at my watch, "My car's over here."

Of all the awkward moment I had shared with Logan in the past nothing compared to the car ride to the doctor's office. We sat in silence which was odd for me but I really didn't know what to say. I don't know what anyone could say if I had found my car with the tires slashed. Oh wait, scratch that, its happened. Or maybe it was the fact that we were going to the doctor to check on our baby that was really causing the tension but I'd never know because I wasn't asking.

I pulled up in front of the office and sat a few moment collecting myself. This was it, the confirming moment that I was indeed pregnant. I felt that familiar feeling of nausea but I knew that this time it was psychological. I caught Logan staring at me as I breathed, waiting for me to make a move. So it was now or never as I gathered my bag and opened the door and Logan followed suit.

In the doctor's office I felt that familiar pull of anxiety I felt any time I had to go for a checkup. Filing out the paper work, being a new patient, I didn't know what to expected beyond the waiting room. And the waiting room was no piece of cake to sit in. After handing the receptionist back her clipboard I had nothing to distract me from the judging eyes of the other expecting mothers in the uncomfortable plastic seats.

"Miss Mars," Finally the nurse called my name. Exchanging a glance, Logan and I stood up and followed her into the back.

She ushered us into an examination room. I jumped up onto the table while Logan sat in the chair next to it. Neither of us could ignore the millions of pictures of fetuses, vaginas and babies that lined the walls.

"Alright," The nurse came towards me with some of her tools, "I'm just going to take some vitals."

After taking my blood pressure, temperature, and most shocking, my weight she turned back to my file, filling in the numbers.

"I didn't want to make a big deal," She looked up shyly at Logan, "But we've never had anyone famous have a baby with us."

I watched as Logan shifted uncomfortably so I took action, "Oh, the dad had class. Logan's just here for moral support."

The nurse looked a little disappointed, "Oh, well, you're still the first famous person to step foot in here. The doctor will be right with you."

The door clicked behind her before Logan turned to me, "Why'd you do that?"

"I'm sorry but I've had enough attention lately," I fiddled with the hem of my shirt, "I don't need to be in all the tabloids because of your fans."

He nodded, understanding, "But they're going to need to know who the father is."

"Ah yes," I rubbed my chin, "The father…"

"You know, there's this thing called patient/doctor confidentiality," Logan pointed out, "If they leak this to the press, we can sue them for all their worth."

"Aw," I pretended to tear up, "You have learned something from me."

Smiling widely, Logan was then interrupted by the door opening, revealing the OB/GYN.

"Hello, hello," She said cheerily and I almost wanted to walk right out and find a new, less chipper doctor, "I'm Dr. Demerack. How are we feeling mommy-to-be?"

"Well besides the bloating and the constant nausea, I'm just great," I was tempted to mimic her excited approach to this but I decided against it, "And I prefer to be called Veronica."

She laughed, "Of course. And is this the daddy-to-be?"

"Yeah, but we have to make sure you strictly follow the whole confidentiality policy," Logan warned, winking at me.

"Well, yes of course," She looked down at the chart, "We're going to need your name and information on file."

"How about we leave his name off the file?" I suggested, "We just don't want this to go public."

The doctor looked as us, puzzled, "I'm sorry but may I ask why is this such a big secret?"

Logan chuckled at the doctor's ignorance, "I'm Logan Echolls."

"Well nice to meet you, Logan," Dr. Demerack shook his hand, obviously not making any connection to his name.

"Son of big time movie star and killer Aaron Echolls," He added, trying to jog her memory.

"Oh, dear," She looked embarrassed, "I just watched the Tinseltown Diaries on your family."

Applauding her revelation I added, "So you see why we need to keep this on the down low."

"Don't worry, everything will be taken care of," She washed her hands and put on a pair of latex gloves, "Alright, let's get started."

She went through the normal routine, checking my health before taking my blood, which I was not happy about.

"Any health concerns we should be worried about?" The doctor asked pulling the ultrasound machine closer to the table.

Although I had been healthy I was concerned about one particular thing, "About two months ago, I was drugged with GHB. Is that going to cause a problem?"

The doctor pursed her lips, "Well there's little known of the effects on unborn children. Depending on the amount and strength of the dose it could cause a problem. Some of the risks include premature labor and low birth weight. But those are most common in continued users."

I felt the tears well up in my eyes and that very familiar lump rise in my throat. Of all the things I'd been doing right, this would be out of my control. Out of the corner of my eye, Logan hid his face in his hands. I couldn't look at him or else I would sure lose it.

"Alrighty," Dr. Demerack guided me as she pushed me down to lie on the table, "Let's get a picture of the baby."

She lifted my shirt, exposing my stomach to the cool air of the room. Then squirting the jelly on my flesh I shivered, experience first hand the rumored chill of the gel. Turning the monitor on she began rubbing the transducer in circles while focusing on the screen for the picture.

"Well, it looks like you're about three months a long," The doctor concluded keeping her circles centered around an area she seemed to be picking up a picture. I, however, didn't see a thing on the grainy black and white screen.

And then I heard it. A soft, constant beating that got stronger as she moved it across my stomach finally stopping when it was the strongest.

"There's its heartbeat," She smiled at us. Before I had time to compute what was going on I felt Logan's hand lace in mine. I didn't move or remove it because I was so focused on the screen trying to make out my baby, "And there, is its head."

It all came into view after she pointed out the tiny head. I wanted to reach down and touch it, my baby but of course that wasn't possible, not yet.

"Everything looks alright," She was studying the picture, "Baby looks healthy."

I sighed with relief and was surprised to hear a similar sigh from Logan.

"Can you tell what it is?" Logan asked, clearing his throat.

"I'm sorry but I will be able to tell around 20 weeks," She shook her head, "Let me just print this for you and I'll get you cleaned up. Then you're done."

After she wiped the remnants of the jelly off my stomach, I pulled my shirt back down while sitting up. Clutching the sonogram picture in my hands I was fighting back my emotions.

"You'll just need to set up an appointment for next month at the desk," The doctor advised as she walked towards the door, "Keep doing what you're doing and everything should go smoothly."

In a stupor, I somehow made an appointment for next month assuring that they would call and remind me the night before. Logan ushered me outside to my car, taking the keys from me. He was right to know that I was in no condition to drive because as soon as I got in the car I broke down crying. Sitting in the parking lot in silence Logan waited for me to talk to him.

"We're having a baby," I finally choked out. If he couldn't tell before he could now see that these were happy tears, as a smile stretched across my face.

"I know," He whispered still in awe himself.

"I mean, its real. Its right there," I referred back to my picture and Logan nodded his gaze locked on the picture too, "How are we going to do this? Is this really going to work? What if I'm a bad mother?"

Logan put a finger to my lips to stop my rambling, "Stop."

I listened to him looking straight in his eyes and for some reason, I knew we'd somehow be okay.

"Trust me," His finger lingered on my lips, "We'll be okay."

Trust him. Trust him. Trust him. I wanted to laugh, scream, anything that would refute his word because he has let me down plenty of times before, especially when I trusted him. I turned my head away, biting my bottom lip. Logan didn't know what trust was.

"I can't," I steadied my voice staring straight out the windshield.

Logan's brows furrowed quizzically, "Can't what?"

"Trust you," I focused on holding back my tears, "Not since Madison."

He slammed his fists on the steering wheel, "Dammit Veronica, what do I have to do?"

I shook my head, still staring straight ahead. One look at him would be the end of my strength.

"We have to work this out, Veronica," His voice softened and I thought I heard it quiver, "We have to."

"Its not that easy," I clenched my jaw, fighting break the impending breakdown.

"It could be that easy," He scrambled, turning towards me, "You just got to give me another chance. Give us a chance."

I shook my head again, "I've given you one too many chances. I can't sit around waiting for you to screw up again. Not with a baby on the way. There will be no us."

And then he did it, crossed the line. Reaching across the center console, he turned my face bringing his closer to mine. He closed the distance between our lips in a forceful kiss. I smacked his chest, trying to break apart, but he just tried harder. Finally, after much protest on my part, he pulled away, searching in my face for something.

"God, Logan," I crossed my arms across my chest after wiping my face of both my tears and his saliva, "Just…God."

"I'm sorry," His voice was flat as he back out of the parking spot, heading back towards campus. I settled into my seat processing the day and boy was it a day that needed processing. From the waiting room to the examination and from Logan's willingness to Logan's forceful nature. It was all too much. I was thankful when he disappeared, leaving me in my car in the parking garage.

From my bag my phone began ringing. Digging through all the nonsense I found it in a mess of hair ties and pens.

"Hello," The sound of my own voice surprised me.

"Hey, Veronica," Piz answered eagerly, "How'd your appointment go?"

"Are you in your room?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be right there," I climbed out of the passenger seat, making my way slowly towards the dorms. Maybe I needed to talk or maybe I just needed someone who would never hurt me but at that moment I needed Piz.

Soapyjoes: Welcome to the world of the VM and LoVe obsessed. Hope this lives up to all your expectations.

Blairbear014: I love that you're so enthusiastic to help me write this breakup scene. Have no fear, it happens in the next chapter. It's as if you read my mind though, because as you just read there is some foreshadowing in this chapter and some dialogue goes along with part of your breakup scene. I'm glad we're on the same page.

LoVefan4ever: Well, I was going for the whole silent and shocked reaction from Logan so expect a reaction soon… And don't worry Piz will be out of V's love life soon enough.

Adja: Thanks for going a little deeper and commenting on my character building. Since this isn't in a screenplay form, I can't really have Veronica voiceovers like in the show, but I'm trying to capture it all in the prose.

Roots19: Yeah, there was no way I was going to let Veronica go without telling Logan because of her history with unknown paternity but I was trying to capture Veronica's way of dealing with things. But I am trying to make their relationship as realistic as possible because if this had happened in the show, I know they wouldn't have jumped right back into things.