Author's note:

Sooo... I'm kind of blown away about the response that this story's had. I really never expected this. So thank you! Here is chapter 2 :)

A big, fat thank you to my beta reader!

First thing I did the next morning was to go to the bank and access my trust fund. Dad set it up for me all those years ago while I was back in Yale, but I never really used it. I always preferred earning my money and I was good with what I had. But right now it was time to face the music. I had no job and no prospects of getting one soon either. To be fair I wasn't exactly looking. And it would be a while before I would see any money from the book too. So, when all was said and done I had no income and a hefty trust fund waiting for me at the bank. I've never been the girl who lived off daddy's money, but I wasn't planning to buy myself a mansion and start partying up and down the West Coast.

Next thing I did was book a first class ticket for a flight, taking off later today out of JFK. I booked myself a nice room at a hotel in Westminster and arranged for a car to come pick me up from the airport. I bit out of character for me, but I figured, I was about to do the scariest thing I've ever done in my life. I deserved to spoil myself a little bit.

Mom drove me to the airport and helped me get my suitcase out of the car. She walked with me inside the terminal and waited until it was time to pass through the security check and head for the gate.

'You'll call me when you land right?' she asked and I nodded. 'And you'll call to tell me when you're flying back?' I nodded again. I wasn't sure how long I was going to stay in London, it could have been a day, it could have been a week, so I didn't bother to book a round trip. Just one way.

'Bye mom. I love you.' I hug her and take my suitcase from her.

'I love you too.' She kisses my hair and when I leave and look back at her she waves and gives me an encouraging smile. I smile back, wave back and turn forward to get through the security check.

The plane took off on time. My seat was by the window and very comfy. There was a nice flight attendant that was bringing me a fresh cup of ice cream every time she saw my current one running low. I should have passed out from all the sugar by now, or at least thrown up, but I wasn't even feeling sick. I don't know if it was my usual freaky metabolism, or if the baby a sweet tooth, but I wasn't anywhere near ready to stop eating the delicious frozen thing that came in various flavors. I slept for a while then tried to write a little, but I couldn't get my head into it. My mind was a mysterious place that only had room for one thought and one thought only. Logan. I looked out my window and stared into the nothing. There was only the black sky and the image of Logan's face before my eyes. I could see his face so vividly in the dark like he was right in front of me. My illusion of him was smiling at me, so I took it as a good sign. It wasn't until the flight attendant that was bringing me ice cream was placing her hand on my arm and calling my name gently, so she wouldn't scare me, I realized I had fallen asleep again and we were starting our descent towards Heathrow Airport.

After I got my suitcase from baggage claim I headed to the area where the men in black suits and black chauffeur hats were waiting for the arrivals with white signs that read the respective arrivals name. I looked around for my own until I spotted it being held by a good looking guy around his sixties. He looked as if he had just jumped out of one of those Old Hollywood movies. I stopped in front of him.

'Miss Gilmore?' He asked me with a gentle smile.

'Yes.' I smiled back.

'Welcome to London. My name is George. I'll be your chauffeur this fine, cold evening. 'I couldn't help but laugh at that.

'Thank you, George! And nice to meet you.' I smiled at him and extended my hand. I could tell that he was a little surprised there for a second, but he quickly brushed it off and shook my hand with a warm smile on his face.

'Please, let me take your bags.' He reached for my suitcase and the travel bag around my shoulder. I thanked him and followed behind him to the car. George opened the door for me and made sure I was safely inside before closing it. He put the bags in the trunk and before I knew it we were on our way into the city. I stared out the window, completely content with the silence. 'Is this your first time in London, miss?' I heard George asking me.

I turned towards him, so he could see my face in the back view mirror and answered him.

'No. I've been in and out of London every other month for the past couple of years.' I said with a smile.

'Ahh.' He nodded and smiled back at me. 'You have business here?' He asked.

'No, not anymore.' I answered with a little sigh.

'So are you here on business or vacation now?' He questioned and I could see it in his eyes that he was reading me. He had the eyes of a very wise man and I just knew that he knew that something was troubling me.

'That is yet to be determined.' I said with an unsure smile. I really had no idea what was going to happen in the next few days, after I tell Logan about the baby. Would he want to be a part of our lives, or would he want nothing to do with us. Would he vote abortion or even adoption? Maybe he would want to raise the baby with Odette and not me. Or maybe he would say that he is happy with her and he will be happy to pay child support, but does not want to be a father figure. Or maybe, just maybe, he would sweep me off my feet, take me into his arms, tell me that this is the happiest day of his life and we would live forever after in domestic bliss. "Domestic bliss". I laughed out loud at that stupid say, closed my eyes and rocked my head in disbelieve. Where did that come from? One thing Logan could never be is domesticated. He was too full of life for that trivial notion.

'Well, whatever it turns out to be, I hope in the end you're happy with it!' George looked at me with a reassuring smile.

'Thank you, George.' I returned his smile and we rode in silence the rest of the way to the hotel.

When we arrived at the hotel the valet opened the door for me and gave me a hand out.

'Welcome to Claridge's!' The valet greeted me.

'Thank you.' I turned to George and saw him opening the trunk and giving the valet a hand with my bags. I pulled out a twenty out of my wallet and handed it discreetly to him. 'Thanks for the ride, George.' I smiled at him.

'Anytime, Miss Gilmore!' He held my outstretched hand with both of his just for a second longer than necessary, smiled and went back to his car.

After I checked in, I went up to my room and took a nice long, hot shower. Called room service and ordered one big cheeseburger with a lot of fries and five scoops of ice cream for dessert. I looked at my phone. It was 10:47 PM. I doubted that Logan was asleep, but I figured that it might be better to call him in the morning. Besides that would give me a little bit more time to prepare and give myself the needed pep talks.

Dinner came and went. I was lying on the crazy soft bed, surrounded by a bunch of pillows and watching a rerun of 8 Simple Rules For Dating My Teenage Daughter. I loved that show. It always manage to put me in a good mood. I fell asleep with the TV on and slept like a rock through the entire night.

I woke up around 8:30 the next morning. Took a shower, had some pancakes for breakfast and at 9:30 I figured that it was about time I stopped stalling and grabbed my phone from the night stand. I went through my contact list looking for Logan's name to pop up on my screen. When a got to it my thumb hovered over it for a little while. After about a minute I took a deep breath and pressed the button. I waited. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four rings. My palms were sweating. Five ri…

'Well, this is a nice surprise!' My breath caught in my throat. His voice was like velvet over the phone. My heart skipped a beat. I knew him well enough to hear the smile in his voice. This was a good start, right?

'Is it?' I still couldn't help but ask. I needed to hear him say it.

'Absolutely!' I could hear he was being smug about it. There was a time long, long ago when his smugness would have irritated me, but right now it only made me smile. 'How've you been, Ace?' Good thing there was a chair near me when I heard him call me that, otherwise I would have melted right into the floor.

'Ummm… good I guess.' I answered a little unsure. I didn't really know how I've been. 'You?' I threw the ball in his corner, before he could read through me and ask me to elaborate.

'I've been good. Very good actually.' What the hell was that supposed to mean. My heart dropped in my feet and I suddenly I felt like I was gonna be sick. I swallowed hard the bitter taste that was starting to form in throat and jumped for it.

'That's great. I'm happy for you.' I made a small pause. 'Hey, listen… I'm in London and I really need to talk to you. Would you by any chance be able to meet me sometime today?' I couldn't believe I actually managed to get that out.

'Uhhh… yeah. Sure.' I could hear he was confused. I couldn't blame the guy. I totally sprung this on to him. 'How about lunch? Maybe that French bistro at Chelsea you like so much.' He smiled at that last sentence.

'Yeah, that sounds good.' I couldn't help but smile too, although the bitter taste in my mouth was still there.

'Great. Then I'll see you there at lunch. Do you want me to pick you up, so we can ride together?' I flinched at that question. I wasn't ready to be alone with him in the car. Not yet.

'No, no. That's not necessary. I'll meet you there.' I hurried to say.

'Okay then. See you at lunch, Ace.'

'See you at lunch.' I hung up.

My hand was shaking and the phone was trying to slip from my wet palm. I felt a little dizzy. I was meeting Logan at noon. At the French bistro we used to go to have a quiet evening together all the way back when I was still in college and he was working out here. I was meeting at noon with Logan and was going to have to tell him about the baby. I was going to have to hear what he thought about it. I was meeting Logan for lunch and I would probably have to hear about his wedding and his future plans with Odette. At that I felt my breakfast, my dinner and all that ice cream I ate yesterday come back up on their way out. I jumped from the chair and ran to the bathroom.

Well, there you have it. I truly hope you liked it. I'm going to try to get you the new chapter by tomorrow. Keep those reviews coming. I really like seeing what you think.