As promised, here's the next chapter. I'm going to include a longer note explaining some things at the end, as well as the individual review responses.

Again, I'm going to claim I know nothing about pregnancy and parenthood, so if things are a little off I'm pulling out my License to Imaginate (like making up my own words). This is purely fiction with the intention to be as realistic (and somewhat dramatic) as possible.

Coming home was weird. It was even weirder that I was calling our hotel, home. In the week that I stayed in the hospital, Logan had managed to get the final touches put on so that, finally it was opened. Neptune's Triton, or the Triton, towered over us. I had not seen it since I left to live at Duncan's for the duration of the construction but what I saw was hard work on Logan's part. He looked at the building before him just as he looked at the sleeping bundle that hung from his arm. The look that said "I made this".

The vallet opened our doors and a bellboy was ready to unload all of the bags from the trunk. It definitely paid to own the place. The warm smiles seemed genuine as we made our way into the lobby, slower than usual because I was still sore and preferred not to waddle. I made a mental note to make sure to start memorizing everyone's names.

I was totally blind-sighted by the banner and pink balloons set up for our homecoming. Above the front desk hung "Welcome Home, Brittlynn Lilly Lester!" I turned to Logan with tears in my eyes. He had obviously hired an excellent staff to go along with the excellent work he'd put into the place. A wave of nostalgia washed over me as I really took in my surroundings, suddenly reminiscent of The Neptune Grand.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lester," A bubbling young blonde walked out from behind the front desk. Logan cleared his throat, "Right. Lucas and Vaughn. Your suite is all ready for you. We'll also send dinner up when you're all settled in."

From her carrier, Brittlynn started to fuss. Like clockwork, it was time for her feeding, "Looks like someone can't wait 'til we're settled in."

"Oh," The girl stole a peek into the carrier, "She's adorable."

"And she whines like her father," I smiled lovingly up at Logan, who put on his best pout.

She laughed, "His bark is worse than his bite."

"Oh," I cocked an eyebrow at him, "So you've been biting our employees have you."

The flushed red, "No, I--that's not--I didn't mean..."

"V," Logan's firm look made me regret my last joke, "This is Melinda. She's our front desk manager. You're going to be working closely together, I presume, so you might not want to scare the poor girl already," He then turned his attention to Melinda, "And her bite is worse than her bark. You'll also have to forgive her lack of a sense of humor."

Melinda regained her normal coloring and her breathing became more regular. I opened my mouth to formally introduce myself when Brittlynn let out a defining scream for being ignored, "I'm sorry. She really needs to be fed. But I hope we can meet soon and you can show me the ropes down here."

"Of course," She said sweetly, her voice laced with an accent, "You better feed her quick because I'm sure you'll be sick of that sound soon enough."

"You have no idea," I began walking on, following Logan's lead.

I hadn't even had time to look at the suite because by the time we got inside, Brittlynn was onto full blown shrieking. If we hadn't owned the hotel, we'd have probably been kicked out already due to numerous noise complaints.

In haste, I lifted my shirt off and fumbled with the front clasp bra all the baby books had advised me to invest in. But once her little mouth latched onto my nipple, the silence was golden. It wasn't even like we'd been around in her in her full glory all the time yet without the help of the nurses, but if this was any foresight into what the next few months would be like, it looked like it wasn't going to be too hard to handle.

After she nearly sucked me dry and a hearty burping, Brittlynn drifted off into a quiet slumber on my shoulder. Yeah, this was a piece of cake. With her asleep, I too could get a quick nap in before I was again, turned into a milk station.

Logan's phone resonated from his pocket. This was suddenly droned out by the cranky screeching in my ear. Logan ran into the other room to answer the call, leaving me to calm down Brittlynn. It seemed I got the short end of the stick. Not that I didn't absolutely adore my daughter, she has a hell of a pair of lungs.

Just as quick as Logan woke her up, he was leaving in a hustle, "There's an issue with security."

"Uh?" I motioned to the screaming 'bundle of joy' in my arms.

He smiled sympathetically, "I'll be back as soon as I can."

And he was gone.

He was gone the entire time it took me to get Brittlynn back to sleep. He was gone when the room service arrived with a romantic dinner for two. He was gone through all the diapers and feedings. He was just gone. My old mantra 'The hero is the one that says' rang through my head.

I had finished another feeding, this one ending smoothly, but I didn't have a content, full belly and a clear mind to fall asleep that easily

I was still awake when the key card was slid into the slot and the suite door opened and closed gently. I heard him creep into the room, shedding his clothes along the way to the bed. He slid between the sheets with such care. And he jumped high when I turned the light on.

"Babe," He breathed, "What are you still doing up?"

"What am I still doing up?" I huffed, in a whisper, "What am I still doing up? It's your daughters first day home. I just gave birth and you left me alone with our daughter for six hours."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," He whispered in a soothing voice, "There was a glitch with the security cameras and I had to wait for the company to come to sign papers and make sure things were up and running."

"Didn't you hire people competent enough to handle that?" My jaw was tight with anger.

Logan's brow furrowed, "I thought you wanted to do this ourselves? To be involved. To actually work?"

"Not on the day your wife and daughter come home from the hospital!" I finally burst, raising my voice to levels comparable to Brittlynn's screams. And damn me, her screams erupted from being woken up for the second time today, "Shit. Just shit."

I made my way over to the basinet where I tried to thwart a full blown episode. The soothing rocking was doing nothing. It wasn't until I scooped her up in my arms that her cries went down a decibel. I bounced her up and down, shushing her while rubbing soothing circles on her tiny back. These were all things that had calmed me down throughout the years, so combining the three was surely what she needed.

"Baby girl, please," I begged.

I wasn't sure when Logan had moved next to me, but he was reaching out for her, "Let me get her."

I was timid to let her go but once he literally pried her from my tired arms, I was welcome to the help. Rest would have been the next step but it seemed anything Logan tried failed as well.

"Let me try feeding her," I motioned from my place on the bed.

"I'll do it," Logan yelled over the cries.

I motioned to my exposed breast. He got the point and brought her over. I cradled her in my arms and tried to get her to take to my nipple. Even as I put her open mouth over the area that provided her so much comfort and nourishment she refused to latch on, "Shit, Baby Girl, you gotta stop."

I was near tears at this point, ready to crack from exhaustion, "I don't know what to do..."

Logan ran a nervous hand through his hair, "That swing thing that Duncan told us to order!"

I was up for trying anything. Logan disappeared into the living area and reemerged with the swing contraction. He checked to make sure everything was put together correctly before taking Brittlynn from my arms. Part of me wanted to just hide under my pillow with the hope that if I couldn't hear her, she'd stop. And just like clockwork, as the swing swung like a pendulum, her screams subsided into sniffles before, with heavy eyes, the crying stopped all together.

"Oh, thank God," I cried in relief, sure to keep my voice down.

Logan kissed the top of my head, "Get some sleep. I'll keep an eye on her for now."

Peacefully was a word of my past. It was evident tonight that things were not going to go as smoothly as I had imagined. Babies were not like we saw in the movies. Even while smuggling little Lilly, things hadn't been like this. Or maybe I just hadn't noticed. As I drifted to sleep, more like passed out due to exhaustion, I dreamed of a different Lilly Kane. And her newest little sidekick.

I liked to think of my night full of different cat naps. It seemed that each time I drifted off into a deep sleep, Brittlynn needed to be fed or changed. And though my breasts were welcomed to the release of pressure, also with the aid of a breast pump, my body was wearing down. No, this wasn't our first night staying together but in the hospital there was a constant bustle of nurses helping us when things got too loud. What I would've done to have a live in nurse right now...

Logan and I had settled into the bed, the lights dimmed down low with the television on no louder than a hum as Brittlynn sucked hungrily. Logan had woken up and stayed up with me each time she cried, desperately trying to make up for the time he'd missed during the day. He was channel surfing, the colors of the pictures dancing all around the room, casting weird shadows. Suddenly the volume turned up. I looked to see E!'s Tinseltown Diaries Special flash across the screen.

"The recent loss in Hollywood came as a bit of a shock, but as the months have passed, no one has forgotten the fallen Golden Boy, Logan Echolls." The narrator explained as pictures of Logan scrolled on the screen. Some, when he was younger, others with Lynn and Trina. Even ones with Aaron made it to the screen. I felt him tense up next to me as we continued to watch, "The accident that claimed his life as well as his long time girlfriend, who was also expecting, Veronica Mars." A video of Logan's Range Rover ablaze played as firefighters tried to snuff the flames. On lookers and rubberneckers littered the background, all trying to get a piece of this history, "These two were not unfamiliar, being closely involved in the high profile case revolving around the murder of software billionaire, Jake Kane's beloved daughter Lilly Kane."

I looked over at Logan, who could not tear his eyes away from the report as it continued before our eyes, "Logan Echolls' has been littered with things the public scrutinized, like his hand in bum fights, his mother's suicide, his father's arrest and murder and his own laundry list of arrests for charges from murder to assault. Things seemed to turn around for the teen when he graduated from Neptune High and enrolled in Hearst College," Logan in a graduation gown and walking across the quad at Hearst flashed, "His reunion with Miss Mars also proved that Logan had turned over a new leaf as they prepared for their first child." Shots of us coming out of our OB/GYN from Neptune were played in a montage as well as ones from our baby shopping excursions. It was hard to see how happy we were with our old lives, "Their friends mourn the two month aniversary of the beloved couples death by adding their names to the memorial formerly dedicated to Lilly Kane."

A video rolled and the scene unfolded to be similar to the candlelight vigil we'd had just three years earlier. Tear-stained cheeks all focused as Wallace, Mac, Dick, my Dad and even Mr. Kane threw roses into the already in existence fountain. The plague had been changed to read: To remember our fallen classmates, Lilly Kane, Veronica Mars and Logan Echolls. May they soar with the angels. Watching this depressing scene made me tear up but I couldn't cry, not again.

"Logan is survived by his half-sister, Trina Echolls, who has just announced her engagement to producer..."

The screen went black. Leave it to Hollywood to capitalize on death. But seeing this small installment to Logan's previous feature on the show put fear in my mind. If this was available in Australia, there was a greater chance of getting recognized, putting not only ourselves but tiny, defenseless Brittlynn in danger. Changes to our appearances were going to be necessary. But that would have to wait until the morning.

After the 4 AM feeding, I hoped for clear sailing until morning. As soon as my head hit my pillow, I was gone, only to be poked in the back by...

"Seriously, Logan," I mumbled groggily trying to push him away from me. However instead of giving my space he wrapped himself around me. His old habit of sleep-humping took over. There was a time when neither of us minded other nightly habits but after this crazy week, it was not what I needed. When I felt his lips move from my hair to my neck, I'd had enough, "Leave me alone!"

In a flash I was sitting up on the edge of the fully awake, "Babe, I've missed sleeping with you." My mouth fell open, "Come back to bed, please."

"Logan, I need to sleep," I stressed.

He nodded and patted the mattress next to him, "Okay, come on."

I settled back down trying to comfortable yet again. It wasn't as easy as the last time I'd laid down because the jolt of adrenaline gave me a surge of energy. It was as if I could see the sun slowly ticking up into the sky minimizing the mere minutes I had to get some rest.

His hand ran up and down my arm, sending chills throughout my body, before he pulled me close to his body. The fact that I wanted to sleep didn't seem to matter to Logan as I squirmed to get comfortable under his grasp. This was not going to work.

I ripped myself from out of the bed and began throwing things into a bag, "Where are you going?"

"Duncan's," I said flatly, shoving my pump on the top of the bag.

"It's almost five AM, babe," He said, referring to the clock on the nightstand.

That didn't stop my furious packing, "Trust me, I know."

Logan stood up and crossed the room, putting his hands over the bag to block me from shoving anything else in, "Seriously, Ronnie, stop."

"No, Logan," I yanked the bag away from him, "I need sleep or else I'll be unpleasant all day. I don't want that and you sure as Hell don't want that either."

He watched on, defeated, "What about the baby?"

"There are three bottles in the fridge. All you have to do is heat them up for her," I zipped the bag up, "I won't be back later than ten."

"You don't have to leave, V," He pleaded.

I shook my head, "You can't seem to realize that I just had a baby. I don't want to be touched or caressed or held. I need my space. I'm sore, my boobs are killing me all the time."

"Babe, I'm sorry," His voice cracked hearing me break down, "I mean, I've barely seen you in the last month. We used to cuddle all the time, I didn't think --"

"That's right, you didn't think," I huffed, "Look, Logan, I don't want to fight. I'm just really irritable. You'll survive a few hours on your own. Hell, I did half a day by myself so this should be cake."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry for working. I just...don't want to be alone."

"It's just a few hours, Logan," I softened, "I just need some uninterrupted sleep or else I swear I'm going to crack."

"Okay," He finally seceded.

Our first night on our own turned out to be a disaster. I cursed Lilly and Meg who promised nothing bad was in our future. If this wasn't something bad, I was afraid to see how "good" tomorrow was going to be.

Okay, my first note, the baby's name. I know it's slightly predictable using both Lynn and Lilly but they'd been sentimental with their names this far so obviously it had to continue. And I chose Brittlynn to add a little piece of me into the story other than just the words.

Second, a few people asked to see what was happening back in Neptune. I figured adding the Tinseltown Diaries part to shed a small amount of light on the aftermath of their "deaths" for now. Hope the small snippet will tide you over until I can provide another flash to the lives they left behind.

kh2009: Well, when I got all cryptic, I had a different plan for this chapter. However, stick with your instincts. (Cryptic message for the next chapter)

Kou Shun'u: Yay I got something right. I think the score is Me: 1 You: 3472398420. I really do appreciate all your comments on things that don't exactly fit right. The whole putting the baby on the chest comment, I'm not actually how they handle premature babies. I know that if there seems to be some kind of complication like low heart rate and what not things are different but I'm still not a doctor so I'll take your word for it. And I know as much about Australia as I do about birthing, so let's just pretend everything is as smooth and happy as I portrayed it. As well as our USA friends...you'll just have to wait and see what happens with them in the coming chapters.

Bethelove: Hopefully these twists are just as interesting as the ones in the past. And I hope you like the name. If not I want to hear about it! Expect a few more twists before the end of this story.

superficialcynic: It's funny how things work out like that. Hope you like what's to come!

ultrawoman: It makes me really happy to hear you compliment my writing. Coming up with good story ideas and plotlines is a lot easier than actually executing them. Whenever I write FanFiction, I always feel like my writing is lacking something that my normal everyday fiction possesses. I think it's because I try to capture the true essence of the familiar characters and the like. So thank you! Hm, looks like you're right about some trouble abrewin'...