Author's note:

I apologize for making you wait so long. I hope to make up for it with this slightly longer chapter.

Enjoy!

I got to the bistro with a few minutes to spare. The weather was awfully cold, so I quickly ducked inside. At the hostess desk I saw a familiar face already smiling at me.

'Mademoiselle Gilmore, so great to see you again.' Jean-Luc was a sixty something year old male and he was the host here ever since me and Logan stumbled on it 10 years ago. And he was talking in that adorable French accent, that always made me smile.

'Good to see you too, Jean-Luc.' I smiled warmly at him. 'How's your family?' I asked him. I knew he had a large one. Jean-Luc had seven kids and he and his wife were married for about forty years now.

'Everybody is good. One of my grandsons just made it to the Sorbonne.' He said that with the biggest smile on his face. I could tell he was very proud of his grandson. He had that glint in his eye that I often saw in my own grandfather's eyes. I quickly brushed that thought away before I started crying. Something inside me told me that my emotions were all over the place and I just knew that if I start to cry now, I might not stop for days to come.

'Congratulations, Jean-Luc! I wish him good luck!' I said and I really meant it. Jean-Luc was such a sweet old man. He deserved the good life he had.

'Merci beaucoup, Mademoiselle Gilmore. When Monsieur Huntzburger called earlier today to make the lunch reservation, I nearly jumped out of my chair with joy.' I laughed at that. And not just because I have never seen him actually sitting in a chair. 'Monsieur Huntzburger has not arrived yet. Would you like to get a drink at the bar while you wait for him, or would you prefer to wait at your table?'

'The bar sounds great. Thank you' He nodded and then escorted me to the bar.

'There you go.' He said as soon as he helped me onto the high char. 'I will see you later then.' He smiled at me and went back to his desk.

'What can I get you?' The bartender asked me.

'Club soda with lime, please.' I ordered. It was a refreshing drink and I really needed some refreshment after that morning I spent on the bathroom floor. Besides I read somewhere that club soda was perfectly safe for the baby.

'Coming right up.' The bartender said and disappeared to go get my drink.

In less than a minute I was sipping from my glass and trying to figure out how exactly I was going to tell Logan that I'm pregnant. All this time I only thought about how he would react. I never actually gave thought to how exactly I was going to break the news. What words should I use? For a Yale graduated journalist I was certainly at a loss for words. No wonder no one wanted to hire me. I felt a lump starting to form in my throat and my palms were going damp again. I was getting nervous.

'Hi, Ace.'

And just like that my mind went blank. I turned to my side and there he was. More beautiful than ever. And hot as hell. He leaned toward me and kissed my cheek ever so gently. I caught the scent from his perfume and the natural smell of his skin. The unique Logan odor I loved so damn much. Good thing I was sitting, because even now I could feel that I was getting weak at the knees. And I haven't even looked into his eyes yet.

'It's good to see you.' His eyes caught mine and yup, just what I thought. They were as mesmerizing as ever. 'You look well.' He smiled at me and I smiled back. I really couldn't help it. His smile was one the things I never learned how to resist. 'I missed you.' He said more quietly, his eyes never leaving mine.

'You did?' I knew I sounded desperate, but I didn't give a damn. My heart was bumping inside my chest like it was ready to explode.

'Yeah, I did.' He smiled again and I felt like my heart had just grown wings and was soaring through the sky with the happy, happy angels.

'Excusez-moi, your table is ready.' A waiter said and stood discreetly a few feet away from us.

'Shall we?' Logan extended his hand toward me. I took it without even blinking. I turned to get my clutch and my glass and I followed him, my hand still in his, to our table.

When we got there he pulled out my chair for me. Always the gentleman. Of course to do that he had to let go of my hand and now it felt empty. He caressed my shoulders before moving to sit across me. I always loved how touchy-feely he was with me. Like he couldn't help himself. It made me feel loved and safe.

One thing I noticed, that also made me feel really good, was that I didn't see a wedding ring on his finger. That was one worry down. Logan and Odette did not get married in the past month that I haven't seen him.

'So, how are you?' I started.

'I'm good, Ace.' I could see a little sparkle in his eyes as he said that. He seemed happy. My stomach turned. 'And how are you?'

'I'm good.' I wasn't quite as convincing at that as he was and that didn't go unnoticed by him. 'How's Odette?' I asked. Saying her name actually burned. In front of me Logan looked baffled for a second there. And then his expression changed to confused. What?

'She's good.' He made a pause. 'I guess.' Now it was my turn to look confused. What type of person doesn't know how his own fiancé is? I didn't expect him to know how she was right at this second, but in general at least.

'You don't know how your fiancé is?' I asked my brows going up. Logan looked even more confused now. He opened and closed his mouth several times. He was trying to find his words. What the hell was going on here?

'Ace, Odette and I broke up about a month ago.' He finally said. My jaw dropped and I felt like someone had just kicked the air out of my lungs.

'When?' I blurted out. 'Why?' I couldn't help but ask.

'Right after I got back from New Hampshire.' Oh My God! 'It just wasn't right. My relationship with her, it was never really about us. We went along with it, because we knew that was what our families wanted, but we were never anything more than semi good friends, who at one point there shared an apartment for a month or two. So after that night with you at the inn I just couldn't pretend anymore, that what me and Odette had was ever going to be anything that vaguely resembled marriage. I came home, we talked and we both agreed to end it, whatever it was between us.' I was staring at him in disbelieve. I couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth, though I desperately wanted to. He was saying the things I didn't even let myself dream I could ever hear. 'I can't believe you didn't know.' He looked at me with a questioning look in his eyes. 'I would have thought that at least you would have read about it in the tabloids. The media circus was insane.' Logan laughed. I couldn't. I looked down a little embarrassed.

'I kind of deactivated the Google Alert I had on you.' I sheepishly confessed.

'Why?' Logan asked me quietly. I looked into his eyes and saw the hurt in them.

'I didn't think I could handle seeing the wedding photos.' I answered truthfully. I saw in the little smile he gave me that he understood perfectly. I smiled back. He reached for my hand and I took it in a heartbeat. In another heartbeat our four hands were tangled in each other's in the middle of the table.

Logan started to say something, but that was the moment the waiter chose to appear with the menus and take our drink order.

'A bottle of wine, maybe?' Logan asked me, but I quickly shook my head turning him down.

'I really can't drink alcohol right now. I'll stick with the soda.' I said and though he looked a bit confused, he didn't comment on my choice. He'd get it in a minute. And though I still dreaded that minute, I didn't dreaded it, as much as I did this morning.

We ordered a little something to eat and Logan got himself a glass of red wine. I could smell the sweet aroma of it and I so wanted to gulp it down in one swing. You know, liquid courage. As the waiter left our table Logan turned his eyes on me.

'So, spill.' He demanded.

'Already?' Here it comes. That moment I so wanted to delay.

'Yup. What's going on?' Logan insisted.

I took a deep breath in.

'Okay, first I want you to know that I didn't come here to ask anything of you, or demand anything. I don't have ulterior motives. I honestly just came here because you have a right to know. And listen whatever you decide to do is fine. I can take it. I won't be mad, or hurt. Okay maybe I can be a little hurt there at one point, but I won't be mad. I promise. 'I was talking fast and going a little out of breath, but that didn't stop me. 'So, whatever you decide, whether if it's to…'

'Rory!' Logan firmly called me by my name. He only did that when he was being very serious. 'What the hell is going on? You're starting to scare me!' His gaze on me was intense. His eyes were going wild and honestly, so were mine. My palms were sweating again. I rubbed them on my thighs a few times, trying to dry them. I took another deep breath in, before I pulled the trigger.

'I'm pregnant.'

Silence.

Whatever he was expecting me to say, that wasn't it. I could literally see the wheels in his brain go round and round. We sat there in the silence for a while. I was playing with my thumbs my eyes never leaving his face. Trying to catch every little change in his expression. I caught nothing. It was like he wore a mask or something. His eyes never left mine, but I knew he wasn't actually seeing me. When I couldn't take it any longer, I tried to talk to him.

'Look …'

'How far along are you?' Logan asked me. I couldn't really determine what he was feeling, by his tone. He sounded… flat.

'Five weeks, six days.' I guess having a one last night with the love of your life, before he went on to marry another girl, had its perks in situations like this.

'Right. Stupid question.' Logan smiled. I guess he too remembered how long it has been since we last saw each other. 'Do you have an ultrasound photo?' He inquired. And there was that sparkle in his eyes again. My heart skipped a beat. I didn't dare to hope for something so beautiful to happen.

'No, I didn't get that far.' Logan looked at me with that confusion in his eyes again. Man, this was turning out to be a very confusing day for him so far. 'I went in to get my new shot and there is a mandatory "pee on a stick" included. So once the thing turned pink I had no idea what to do after that. I had to think, because I knew that I need to make a decision. Or more likely we needed to make a decision. So I took the pre-natal vitamins Dr. Rose gave me and left.'

'You're still seeing Dr. Rose?' Logan asked.

'You remember her?' I was taken aback by that.

He laughed. 'Trust me, you don't forget the doctor that admitted your curled up into a ball girlfriend into the ER, while you are trying very hard not freak out.' I laughed too.

After we first started dating, on Logan's last year in college we were in his apartment and I was having a particularly bad case of period cramps. My back and my abdomen hurt like crazy. I even threw up a few times. And that was when Logan totally lost it and took me to the ER. Dr. Rose was a forty-ish years old woman, with the most vividly green eyes I have ever seen. She gave me some muscle relaxant and considerably calmed Logan down. I liked her on the spot, so I took her contact information and she was my OB-GYN ever since then.

'You know you totally over reacted back then, right?' I asked with a smile. I was making fun of him a little and he knew it. But I also knew that he only freaked out so much was because he loved me. So as much as I wanted to torture him about it, I couldn't. He was so sweet and adorable at that moment.

'Hey, I was a rookie in the boyfriend stuff back then. I didn't know what to do when my girlfriend couldn't get of bed, because of the pain, so I did the only thing that seemed logical to me at that moment.' And I loved him for it. 'So what about those decisions you were talking about?'

'You have a say in this Logan. I don't know what I should do. Should I keep it? Should I …'

'You want to have an abortion?' He looked hurt.

I shook my head. 'No, that's not what I'm saying.'

'Then what are you saying?'

'I'm saying that these are the stuff we need to decide together. I mean up until half an hour ago I thought you were engaged to be married. And coming here I didn't know how you would feel about this.'

'You thought I would ask you to have an abortion?' He looked even more hurt now. Okay, this conversation wasn't going really good.

'No ...' I ran a hand through my hair. 'Would you please listen to me and try not to interrupt me?' I asked and he reluctantly nodded. 'I can't do this alone Logan. And like I said, up until half an hour ago I thought you were still engaged. I really had no idea how you would react. I don't know if this is something you even want. Not just with me. Is this something you want at all? So I ran all kinds of scenarios in my head. Would you want to be a part of this baby's life? Or do you want no child at all. It even occurred to me that maybe you would want for you and Odette to raise this baby together.' He tried to say something, but I put my hand up to stop him. 'No, let me finish. I also thought that maybe you're not ready for a baby, God knows I'm not, so maybe you wouldn't want to have anything to do with it.' This time he couldn't help himself.

'You really thought that I'm capable of turning my back on you and our baby, just like that?' Now not only did he look hurt, he looked downright offended.

'No, I don't think you're capable of that, but you need to understand that right now I'm so scared I can barely even breathe!' His eyes went instantly soft and I felt tears trying to make their way out of mine. He took my hands in his. 'This past few days I've gone through every gruesome and heartbreaking breaking scenario of this conversation in my head and it's driving me crazy.' Logan gently brushed away a lone tear that made its way past my defenses. 'I don't know how to do this Logan.' I whispered out of breath.

Logan moved closer to me. 'Well, you don't have to figure it out alone.' He smiled and took my face into his hands. Brushed my tears away and gave me a kiss on the lips. 'I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere, okay?' I just nodded. I couldn't get past the lump in my throat to speak yet.

The waiter brought us our food and we spend the rest of the lunch talking about sweet nonsense. It felt just like old times. Logan never broke the physical contact between us. Our legs were tangled together under the table and every other moment he would reach out and caress any part of me he could get his hands or hand on. My cheek, my hair, my arm, my collarbone, my temple, my hand. It soothed me. I felt like I was slowly melting away in his strong, capable hands. I felt safe and protected. I felt like I could breathe again. It felt good. More than good. It felt extraordinary!

All too soon lunch was over and Logan had to go back to work. We were standing on the curb in front of the restaurant. We were face to face, our bodies so close I could feel his breath on my face. My hands were on his chest, and his were running up and down my arms. He was smiling with that sweet smile I loved so much, and his eyes were lovingly looking down on me.

'Can I see you tonight?' His voice was so gentle, like he was talking to a baby. Well to be fair, he kind of was.

'I would love that.' He had no clue how much.

'Where are you staying?'

'Claridge's.' He gave me a look. Logan knew me well enough to know that the fancy hotel was a bit out of character for me. Especially when I was staying there alone and not with him, or my grandma. 'I finally gave into the "rich trust fund kid" life.' He started laughing and I followed. 'I'll leave your name at the front desk.' He nodded.

'Would you like me to give you lift?' Always so considerate. His hands were still doing that up and down motion on my arms, and it felt so damn good my knees were starting to give in.

'No, I think I want to walk a little. I love London this time of the year. I feel the buzz of pre-starting with the Christmas decorating.' I looked around. You could see some early birds that had already started with the decorating, although we were still in the middle of November.

'You do realize that sentence made no sense whatsoever.' Logan said, but this time he used the smug bad boy grin. I think I loved that grin even more than his smile.

'You understood me though, right?'

'I've had many years of practice. I'm totally fluent in Gilmore girl talk by now.' I laughed, but he had a point. He ran a hand over my head and gave me a peck on the lips. 'I'll see you later?'

'I'll see you later.' I eagerly confirmed. He kissed me again and went to his car. Before he slipped in the back seat he turned to me and put his hand up in a wave.

'Bye, Ace.' He smiled.

'Bye.' I smiled and waved back.

He got into his car and closed the door. His eyes were still on mine as the car pulled away from the curb. I followed it with my eyes, until two blocks down it took a right turn and I couldn't see it anymore. I turned the other way towards the direction of my hotel. I took a deep breath and started walking. It wasn't until a few minutes later I realized I have the biggest, most ridiculous smile plastered all over my face. I was happy.

There it is folks. I hope you liked it. Now please don't hate me, but it will probably take me longer to update the next chapter. I haven't exactly figured out where I want to go with it. I have a general idea, but I'm gonna need to iron out the kinks. So stick with me. I'll have it up as soon as I'm done. It shouldn't be more than a couple of days. Monday at the latest. Enjoy your weekend everyone! :)