Author's note:

Well, hello there my dear readers! I'm back after a really long pause. I know, I suck. I hope I still have your interest. I'm not going to try and justify myself with made up reasons of why it took me so long to update, I'm just going to say that I simply couldn't write. I don't know why. I don't think it was writers block, because once I started writing words were coming out, but it was something. Anyway, here is my next chapter. I really hope you like it! :)

It's been three weeks after our dinner at the Huntzburger's, and my conversation with Mitchum the next morning. I was now nine weeks pregnant. I still wasn't showing, but my pants definitely didn't fit me anymore. I had trouble buttoning them up and my shirts were a little snug, but still no bump. That was a little weird, but during the last few weeks, after learning that Logan and I were having twins, I had a new mantra – "Just go with it". It was new for me, but I learned to embrace it.

After three weeks in London, Logan and I were starting to develop a bit of a routine. He would go to work in the morning, while I sleep in. Then I would get up, have breakfast and work on my book for a few hours. When he can, Logan would have lunch with me, before going back to the office until seven, sometimes later. I would use that time to check on the Stars Hollow Gazette, do some editing. I totally monopolized Logan's home computer for that. With its large screen, it was way better than doing the edits and the layout for the issue on my laptop. After Logan gets home from the office we would either go out to have dinner, or stay in and order something, while putting on a nice movie. It was a pretty domestic routine, but after living the last few years like a gipsy from country to country, from city to city, and house to house, I was really enjoying being in the same place for once. Especially considering I shared that space with Logan.

My morning sickness, or in my case evening sickness had totally subsided these last three weeks. It wasn't entirely gone, but it wasn't all night every night like that first couple of weeks of my pregnancy. Mostly I felt good. I think I was moving into my "always tired" faze. It was getting tougher for me to get out of bed in the morning, I just felt like I wanted to stay around and lay in bed all day. I started to take a quick nap in the afternoon, or when evening came and Logan and I did decide to go out, I was completely wiped out by the time we got back to his apartment.

Another thing that gradually changed after we got back to London, was how Logan was treating me. He has always been nice and charming, and caring and romantic, and always, always a great gentleman. But ever since I told him I was pregnant, and especially after we found out we were having twins, Logan became more attentive to me than ever. Every morning I would wake up to the smell of some kind of delicious breakfast that he made for me. On the bedside table there was a glass of orange juice. He insisted on me eating healthier, and that is just the beginning. Every night before we went to sleep he would give me a kiss goodnight, and every morning before he left he would give me a kiss goodbye. He would text and check on me every now and then, usually on the hour. I guess some people would find it annoying, but I found it very sweet. Especially considering that each and every one of his texts ended with – "I love you, Ace". And that just made me feel happy. And that was the other thing that changed. I've never heard those three little words being said so much between two people, in so little time before. Logan would literally just say that he loved me for no reason. Like the other night I was brushing my teeth when he came behind me, wrapped his arms around me, planted a kiss onto my neck and said "I love you, Ace". And that just might have made me melt into the floor. For the last three weeks he seemed to gravitate around me. He was always in touching distance, and took advantage of that. Logan always had a part of his body onto mine. Whether it was his legs tangled with mine, his hands touching whatever they could get to, or his lips following the trails that his hands were leaving. And I was on could nine. This past three weeks were heaven. We have never been this happy. But probably the best thing about them, was the way Logan was when we went to bed in the evening. Until now, normally we would go to sleep with me lying my head on his chest, with his arms around me. Now, we had assumed a different position. After Logan was done talking to the twins, something that he started to do very often, every chance he got, and always every night before we went to sleep, I would lie on my side with Logan's arm under my head, while his other one rested on my belly, rubbing gently onto it. To be honest, lately one of his hands was always there, no matter what the other one was doing. And I loved every single second of it.

This morning, I woke up thinking that this would be another one of those days. Little did I know that the day had a few surprises in store for me. It started out as usual. I felt Logan's lips on my forehead, kissing me goodbye. Then I heard him whisper "Be good to mommy" to the twins, before he kissed the bare skin on my belly. He was leaving earlier than usual, he told me the night before that he had a really early breakfast meeting, so the only thing I could muster up the strength for doing, was to lift a hand a run it through his hair. I woke up a few hours later and after having a quick breakfast I sat on the couch with my laptop and started working on my book. It was going really well. I was less than a week away from being done with my proposal. I was planning on having Logan take a look at it when it was done, before sending it out to the few, other than him, contacts in publishing that I had. I wasn't even beyond the idea of going to Mitchum for help.

After our conversation that morning in New York, Logan, I and his father had dinner before we flew back to London. Like me, Logan was surprised of his father's attitude. He accepted Mitchum's apology and told him that he was fine with him being a part of our babies' lives. I still couldn't believe that that humble and happy man was the same Mitchum Huntzburger, as the one I met all those years ago. That night Mitchum made me promise that I would send him my proposal, insisting that he would do his best to help me get a book deal. And to be fair, if there was someone who can make do on his word, regarding a book deal, it was Mitchum Huntzburger. The man was a living legend in the publishing business.

It was around ten-thirty, when I heard someone come into the apartment. Or the flat, as the Brits would say. I was in the bathroom when I heard the front door slamming shut and the dangling of keys. I quickly washed and dried my hands, and made my way to the living room.

"Logan, is that you?" I doubted it, because he would have called to say that he was coming, but there was no other logical explanation. Who else would have a key, and who else could pass by the doorman downstairs. I turned the corner and stopped dead in my tracks. Because there she stood. In the middle of the living room. In all her drop dead gorgeous glory. Odette. "Oh, my!"

"You must be Rory." Odette offered me an awkward smile. I guess she was better than me in shaking off the initial shock.

"Yes, hi." I mumbled, feeling extremely uncomfortable. First of all, what was with those people, always catching me in the most inopportune times? First Mitchum, and now her. Here I was in Logan's old Yale t-shirt and some ratty shorts, with my hair in an overly messy ponytail and not a smidge of makeup. And then there was she, Odette. The French heiress, in sky high, blood red Christian Louboutins and an ash rose fitted wool coat, perfect hair and makeup, and nails painted in the same shade as her shoes, was looking like she just jumped out of the latest Vogue cover.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to barge in on you. I didn't know you would be here, and Reggie didn't tell either." She offered apologetically, referring to Reggie the doorman.

"It's okay." I heard myself say before I could really think it over. But even if I did, what else could I say? "Leave bitch, you have no business being here." If either one was of us was a bitch, it surely wasn't her. On the contrary. It was me, for making her fiancé cheat on her for the entire time they were together, and also being the reason why said fiancé broke off their engagement. No matter what the relationship between Logan and Odette was, it didn't change the facts.

"I actually came to grab the last of my boxes, and give Logan his keys back." She said with the same apologetic tone, and a sweet smile on her face. Odette clearly felt uncomfortable coming here without calling first, but I believe that I was feeling even more uncomfortable than she was. "It's nice to finally meet you in person. I've heard so much about you from Logan and the boys." Odette said after a few moments of awkward silence.

"You too." I didn't know what else to say to the woman, I could barely look her in the eyes. The silence between us prolonged for a few more moments. Both of us fidgeting in our respective corners of the room, neither knowing what to say or do.

"Listen, Rory. I am not here to cause any trouble. I honestly just came to get the rest of my stuff and return Logan's keys. I didn't mean to make anybody uncomfortable and I'm sorry." And now she was apologizing to me, because she thought I was mad that she was here. God, could I be any more of a jackass towards this woman.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Odette." I said quietly, finally mustering up the strength to look her in the eyes. They were pale blue, and I bet that in the sunlight they seemed almost white. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. Me to you, not the other way around."

"Why?" Those pale blue eyes were looking at me questioningly now.

"Why?" Was she serious? "Umm… Maybe because I ruined your engagement, or worse, because I was the woman your fiancé was sleeping with the entire time the two of you were together." I stated matter of factly, but the truth was that those were the facts. I was that woman, and I was pretty sure I didn't want to delve into whatever that said about my character. After all, this was the second time I have done something like this. And honestly I don't know which time was worse.

The first time I was "the other woman" in another man's relationship was with Dean. On the good side, it didn't last that long, but on the bad side, he was already married when we started whatever that was between us back then. Kind of the good thing with Logan, was that he wasn't married, or even in a relationship when we started sleeping together again. The bad thing was that it lasted for the better part of two years, during which I was in a relationship, cheating on my boyfriend, while he met the woman standing in front of me, and he had not been faithful to her for even a minute of the time they were together. Okay, maybe the second time was worse after all. And I know that I'm not the only one to blame. Logan is a grown man, he could have said no and he could have ended our Vegas deal the moment he started seeing Odette. But I could have done the same thing. I could have also taken the time to break up with Paul, before going into any kind of relationship with Logan, but I did neither of those things. And no matter how much Logan and I loved each other, and no matter that that kind of relationship resulted in me being pregnant with our kids, and no matter that right now I was probably the happiest I have ever been in my life, we were wrong to go about it the way we did. We hurt people who didn't deserve it, and personally – I felt guilty. I knew Logan did too. I don't know if given the chance to go back I would do things differently, because maybe then we wouldn't be where we are now, and I wouldn't trade my kids and Logan's love for anything, but I knew that I had to take responsibility for my actions. And with Paul it was too late. He already broke up with me, and he was right to do so, but there was no point in calling him to explain and potentially hurting him even more than I already did. But I had a chance now to give my apology to the other person most affected by what Logan and I did, and I was going to take it.

"Odette, I'm so sorry. For any pain that I might have caused you. What Logan and I did to you wasn't right, and you didn't deserve it." I tried to sound and look as sincere as possible, of course it helped that I really was. I just didn't want Odette to get off with the impression that I was just saying that, without even meaning it. And why would she? At the end of the day she only knew me as the woman screwing her fiancé behind her back.

"Rory, you do know that Logan and I were never actually together, right. Yes, we were engaged, but our relationship was mostly friendship and no romance. I mean, I haven't even slept with the boy." Odette stated.

"Seriously?" I found that very hard to believe for a number of reasons, not the least one of which being that Logan was an extremely good looking man, who knew his way around a bed. Especially when there was I woman in it. Personally, I wanted to jump his bones every time I laid my eyes on him, and I often did, but I was biased.

"Yeah, well we tried making out a few times, but it just felt wrong. We never went further than that." Odette responded with a shrug in her shoulders.

"Wow." I was kind of stunned. And pleased. I had no right to, but I was. Immensely so. "Yeah, but no matter what you and Logan had, or didn't have, it still wasn't right what we did. And I'm really sorry." I offered with a small smile.

"Well, thank you. I appreciate it." She accepted with a smile of her own. "And I'm happy for you two. Logan is a good man, one I really like, and he deserves to be happy." She said with an even bigger smile.

"He likes you too. And I'm beginning to see why." I chuckled, but it was the truth. I didn't know what I would do in her position, but I doubt I would have been this graceful.

"Thank you. That's quite a compliment coming from you. Logan and boys love to sing your praises, I've heard a lot of great things about you." She said.

"Really?" I was surprised. Not because Logan and the boys talked good about me, but because they were telling it to Odette.

"They adore you." Odette said. I looked down at my feet, blushing.

"I wish I could say the same about you." I said when I finally looked back up at her. "I wish that I could say that I've heard great things about you too, but honestly, I always avoided talking about you, or even thinking about you. And actually saying that right now, makes me realize that there is one more thing I need to be sorry for." I admitted with a sigh.

"That's fine. I wouldn't want to hear about the woman that was engaged to the man I loved, either." Odette said with a laugh.

"Man, I really am starting to like you." I said. I laughed too, because she kind of had a point.

"I'm really starting to like you too." She smiled back. "Well, I better get those boxes." Odette said after a few moments of silence had passed.

"Yes, of course. Do you know where they are? I could help you look." I offered.

"I believe Logan told me the maid put them in the closet." Odette answered. I couldn't help but laugh at the irony of that. And that poor maid. She must think that Logan ran some kind of international storage facility for exes. That thought made me laugh even harder. "Want to share?" Odette asked, giving me a funny look.

"Don't mind me." I waived her off with a smile. "My head is all over the place these days, and trust me, you don't want to be in it." I said with a laugh which Odette mirrored.

"I'll just go get those boxes then." Odette said making her way to the closet.

"Do you need some help?" I asked after she disappeared into it. I didn't see her from where I stood, but I could hear her rummaging and moving stuff around.

"No, I got it." A second later she kicked one box out, quite gracefully if I may add. I had no idea how she managed that in those killer shoes, but it looked damn good. The woman had legs to die for. A moment later she came out kicking another box that seemed heavier than the previous one. She picked it up and started kicking the other one towards the door.

"Hold on, I'll get that." I bent down and picked up the box. I don't know what was in it but it didn't weigh much.

"Thank you." Odette smiled at me over the one in her hands. I walked with her to the elevator where we dropped the boxes into car.

"Do you need me to come down with you to help you get them into your car?" I asked Odette.

"No, thank you. My driver is waiting for me downstairs." She said and smiled at me.

"Ok." I smiled back. There was a moment there, of a semi-awkward silence, in which none of us knew the proper protocol of how to say goodbye to your ex's ex, which in my situation might not exactly be the case, because Logan wasn't really my ex anymore. Hence, the semi-awkward silence.

"Oh, here…" Odette exclaimed and reached into her purse. She pulled out a set of keys and handed them to me. "The keys to the apartment."

"Oh… I'll make sure Logan gets them." I said taking them from her.

"It was really nice to meet you." She said to me.

"You too. And again, I really am sorry." I couldn't help to apologize again.

"Thank you, I appreciate it. I wish you and Logan all the best, and be good to him. He's a great guy, he deserves to be happy." I saw the smallest pang of hurt in her eyes when she said that, which led me to think that maybe in some deep and secluded part of her heart she must have felt something for Logan that was more than just a mere friendship.

"I will." I promised.

She turned her back and walked into the elevator and pressed the lobby button. With one last flip of her blonde hair she turned around to look at me. "Bye." She said softly with a small smile and a wave.

"Bye." I smiled and waved back. And as the doors of the elevator shut closed, I thought to myself that I had closed the "Odette" chapter as well.

Later that day Logan sent a car for me to meet him at his office. We had plans to go to dinner and I was supposed to pick him up from there. We arrived at the "Huntzburger Publishing Group" London Headquarters a little early, so I decided instead of waiting for him in the car, I would meet him upstairs. Walking into the building I took the elevator all the way up to the top floor, which held the executive offices. Walking out of the car I made my way to Logan's office.

"Hi, Joel." I greeted his assistant as soon I got to his desk.

"Rory, hi." He responded, lifting his head from his computer. Joel was a twenty-four year old enthusiast, who got the job as Logan's assistant fresh out of Oxford University. He was smart, witty and hardworking, and knew damn well that this job would be one hell of a stepping stone for him. I knew from Logan that lately he has been assigning him a lot more things to do, grooming him for an assistant managing position. Logan spoke very highly of him, and every time I looked into his sharp brown eyes, I knew why. "How are you?" Joel asked me with a warm smile. That was another thing I liked about him. He was very outgoing. Joel was one of those people who everybody liked.

"I'm very good. You? How's work?"

"Hectic." He said with a sigh and an eye roll. "I can't wait for the weekend. Which in my case may not be a very long one, but I'll take what I can get." I laughed and he joined. "Are you coming to see Logan?"

"Yeah. Is he available?" I asked Joel. I didn't think that just walking in on him in the middle of a meeting would be very polite.

"Yes, go right in." Joel said with a smile.

"Thank you." I smiled back and rounded the corner towards Logan's office. I passed the glass wall that was framing the space and looked at my man. He was sitting behind his desk, talking and holding the phone with one hand, typing something onto his keyboard with the other, scrunching his face in concentration, and managing to look both extremely dapper and extremely hot at the same time.

"Yes, please take care of it right away." I heard his brisk tone once I walked into the office. How he managed to sound polite and so authoritative, simultaneously leaving no room for questioning him, was beyond me. "Keep me posted and I'll talk to you tomorrow. Have a nice night." He said and hung up the phone.

"Knock, knock." I said quietly, tapping lightly on the glass by the door. Logan looked up at me, his face splitting in a breathtaking grin.

"Hey, Ace. What are you doing here?" He asked, seeming genuinely surprised.

"We have dinner reservations, you send the car for me, you were supposed to meet me downstairs. Any of that ring any bells?" I asked with a chuckle. Stepping into his office I slowly made my way to his desk.

"Is it seven-thirty already?" Logan asked, shuffling through the papers on his desk to look at the time on his phone, I supposed. Which was weird considering he wore a wrist watch.

"Almost. I was a little early and decided to come up and surprise you."

"Oh." He said stopping his movements and looking up at me. "Well, you are always a welcome surprise." Logan said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Logan, are you okay?" I walked around his desk, stopping in front of him. He twirled towards me on his chair, pulling me close and circling his arms around my middle. He pressed his head to my belly, under my chest. Taking a deep breath, he sighed heavily. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder, running my fingers soothingly over his back and through his hair. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked softly into his ear.

"Nothing." I heard his murmur. "It's just been a really long and crazy day." He said with another heavy sigh.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" He looked so tired and troubled I just wanted to do something to make him feel better.

"You're doing it now." He said and looked up at me with a loving smile. I smiled back at him and brushed a tender hand through his blonde hair. He held my gaze for a moment longer before once again pressing his head against my middle. We stood like that for a few minutes in a comfortable silence. After a while Logan took a deep breath and turned his head to press a few kisses onto my belly. "How are my little babies? Were you good to mommy today?" He asked in a sweet tone.

"They were on their best behavior." I chuckled.

"Well done, little ones. Keep up the good work." He whispered against my belly, while pressing a few more kisses. "Are you three ready for dinner?" My stomach chose this exact moment to growl in response. Logan started laughing. "I'll take that as a yes." He smiled at me and it was the first real smile I saw on his face since I stepped foot into his office.

"I'll take that as a yes too." I said, nodding my head eagerly.

"Come on." Logan said getting up from his chair. He turned his computer off and got his coat from the hanger in the corner. "Let's go get you fed." He said with and eager smile reaching for me with his hand.

"Let's." Grabbing onto him we walked out of his office hand in hand.

The Gaucho Tower Bridge restaurant welcomed us with its ultra-modern interior and a breathtaking view of the Tower Bridge. We were seated next to each other on a sofa by the widow, directly overlooking City Hall and the bridge. The lights that were illuminating them in the dark night, only made the view that much more exquisite

"I love London at night." I sighed in delight, looking out the window. "It almost reminds me of Paris." I chuckled. No city in the world could compare to Paris.

"Ahh, City of Love!" Logan said in a singsong tone, nuzzling my neck.

"Heaven." I whispered whimsically. Logan placed a few feather light kisses to strategically thought out places that made my blood start boiling.

"Paris, or me kissing you?" He whispered in my ear, the flutter of his lips teasing against my pulse.

„Both. Аnd you need to stop doing that." I was getting aroused. Fast. Those pregnancy hormones were driving me crazier and crazier with every passing day. I had no control over my emotions what so ever, and it looked like I was losing control over my body.

"Why?" Logan said in a voice sounding a little bit too innocent to be sincere. He knew damn well what he was doing to me, and not just because my pulse was throbbing under his lips.

"Logan…" I sighed in frustration, though I wasn't sure what I was frustrated about. The fact that he was teasing me on purpose, the fact that he was about to stop, or the fact that he wasn't currently dragging me towards the closest coat or powder room. And yes, I could have done that myself, but I didn't think I could successfully stand on my own two legs. Pressing one last kiss at the spot behind my ear, Logan put his hand on the back of neck, guiding my mouth to his. He kissed me senseless, before pulling back, with the most ridiculously triumphant grin on his face. "You look really pleased with yourself right now." I observed.

"I am." He didn't bother hiding it.

We spent the next hour or so talking, laughing, kissing and touching each other. Some touches were sweet and innocent. Like Logan running his fingers through my hair, or brushing away a crumb that got stuck on the side of my mouth. Some not so innocent touches stayed hidden under the table. I told him all about my run in with Odette earlier, and he once again expressed how sorry he was about the way he treated her, and how she didn't deserve it, because she was a very nice woman. And I agreed. Odette seemed like someone I could be friends with. Not that that was going to happen, it was going to be way too weird. But still, she was nice. Period. In the end it was a great night, but then all nights with Logan were great. But I was getting tired quickly and was ready for Logan to take me home. But first I wanted to run to the ladies room real quick, while Logan waited for the waiter to return with our bill. I stood up, and turning on my heels I caught a glimpse of a familiar face a few tables over.

"Colin?" I exclaimed.

"What? Where?" Logan questioned, standing up next to me.

"There." I pointed out in the direction I saw him sitting. "I didn't know he was in town. Why didn't you tell me?" I asked Logan.

"I didn't know either." Logan said, clearly surprised to run into his best friend, without even knowing that he was here in London.

"Seriously?" I found that very hard to believe. Those two were worse than teenage girls with how they texted each other constantly.

"Yeah. What is he doing here?" Logan asked, looking more intently into the direction of his friend. "Is he on a date?" It was then when I noticed the blonde that was sitting right across from Colin. He was looking at her all gooey like, adoring smile plastered on his face.

"Huh? I though Finn was the one hiding his girlfriend from you boys."

"Wait, what?" Logan looked at me, shocked. Oops. I totally blabbed that out. Finn was going to kill me. Lucky for me, I could blame it on pregnancy brain.

"Nothing." I tried to mask the situation, by playing dumb. The look in Logan's eyes told me I'm was not pulling it off.

He was about to say something, when suddenly the girl with Colin laughed out loud. A deep, warm, hearty laugh. A laugh I caught a small glimpse of this morning. "That can't be" I thought to myself. I looked at the girl. She was looking down in her lap, her shoulders shaking. In a second she threw her hair back and flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. And that is when I saw her face.

Odette.

So, what do you think? I have a few surprises in store for you when it comes to Odette, so stay with me. And make sure to tell me what you think. Next chapter, we will probably see all the boys together again, Finn possibly gushing out a few more details on his "lady bird" and maybe even Bobby. Definitely Odette again. I will do my best to not make you wait another three weeks for a new update! Until next time :)