Author's note:

I'm back and I know you must hate me. I suck, I know that. But I hope you're still with me. This chapter took some writing, obviously, but I really hope you'll enjoy it and that it was worth the wait.

Happy reading!

About a week later I found myself in Logan's New York apartment, pacing in front of the sofa, while he was reading my book proposal. He was doing that for the past thirty minutes and I was getting more and more nervous by the second, but I tried to give him his time. He had five sample chapters and another 25 pages of the proposal itself to read through. Logan kept his face totally expressionless, which was kind of freaking me out, but I think in a way I preferred it. That way if my proposal, and the book for that matter sucked, I wouldn't be able to see it on his handsome face.

"Ace, will you stop pacing?" Logan looked up from the pages with a sweet smile on his face. "It's very distracting." He added.

"Well, you're done now anyway, so…" I pointed out, making notice of the turned over pages on his lap.

"Still… come sit." He said, sounding so much like those parents who sit their kids on the sofa, about to tell them that their favorite pet was dead. And that wasn't the reaction was hoping for.

"Whatever it is just get it out. Rip off the band aid. In the meantime, I think I'll stand." I said, continuing with my pacing, but adding a few erratic hand gestures to it.

"Hey…" He called and I paused to look at him. "Come sit next to me." His expression was soft and his eyes were loving and beckoning me. I couldn't resist him. Not when he was looking at me like that.

So, I made my way to the couch and sat next to the man I loved more than anything and valued his opinion when it came to stuff regarding my writing and career more than anyone else's. I took a deep breath in, let it out and opened my eyes to look into his beautiful browns.

"I love this book." He started and my breath caught in my chest. "It's funny, it's smart, it's witty, it's relatable, but most of all it's honest. It's everything you are. And it's everything I love about you." Logan paused and moved closer to me. His hands grabbed mine and the feeling of his touch immediately soothed me. "The proposal is good. There are a few things in the marketing section that need a little work, but other than that it's good."

Okay, that wasn't so bad. I took a few marketing and business classes at Chilton and at Yale, but it was no secret that marketing was not my strong suit. I never really liked it, so it was no surprise that that section of my proposal was not in its best shape possible. But that did not worry me. Not even a little bit. Logan loved that stuff, and he sure as hell had enough experience with it to know what he was talking about. And I knew with absolute certainty that he would fix whatever I had overlooked.

So, what was bugging him? What was it that he had to sit me down and pepper me with compliments about how great my book was? Because I knew him well enough to know that there is something there.

"I want to publish it." He finally said.

For a moment there I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. Part of me was flattered and so excited that an executive at one of the world's top publishing conglomerates wanted to publish my book, barely two minutes after finishing reading the proposal. But there was another part of me which told me that that might not be the best idea in the world. One of the reasons was that I didn't want anybody speculating that I got my book published only because Logan was my baby daddy.

Another reason was that I still wasn't sure how I feel about getting into business with the Huntzburgers again. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me and all that crap. And yes, Logan was not his father, not by a long shot. He would never do anything to hurt me. But still, I couldn't help but have reservations about the whole thing.

"Logan, I…" I started, because I wanted to tell him all that, but he cut me off before I can go any further.

"Just listen to me." He moved even closer to me, picked up my legs and draped them over his lap. "I can imagine how you must feel right now. I know that working for my family is one of the last things you want to do, but I want this book. Not just because it's you who's writing it, though that is a big part, but because this is a really good book. It's something new and different and I really think that it can be a bestseller." I opened my mouth to tell him that he was probably getting a little ahead of himself, but he cut me off again, lifting a finger to my mouth to shush me.

"I know what you're about to say, but I'm not biased." At that statement I gave him a look. I would have called him on it, but his finger was still on my mouth. "Okay, maybe I am a little biased." Logan admitted with a smile and I laughed under his finger. "But that doesn't change the facts. And if you don't believe me, ask for another opinion. You have enough contacts in the business who you can turn to. Hell, even send it out to other publishers. I'll even help you work out those kinks in the marketing section. With that said I want you to know that won't stop you, or be mad and hurt if you do choose to work with another publisher. Just promise me that you would think about it." He finished and looked at me with intensively expectant eyes.

In that moment I loved him so much, because I could see that he really did want this. He really wanted my book for his company. But I could also clearly see that he would do whatever I felt comfortable with. And if that was losing a book he really wanted to one of his competitors, just so I can be happy, he would do it. And that meant more to me than I could put into words.

But as much as I wanted to give him this, and let's face it, it wouldn't have been so bad for me to get a book deal with the Huntzburger Publishing Group, the writer's life didn't get much better than that, I still wasn't sure if it was the right choice for me.

"Please, say something." Logan pleaded.

"I will, if you take your finger off my mouth." I mumbled.

"Oh, sorry." He removed his hand and we both laughed.

After a few silent seconds of staring into his eyes I still had no definitive answer for his, but I did have one.

"I will think about it." I said with a smile. A huge grin spread over Logan's face. He wrapped his arms around me, pulled me closer and kissed me.

"Thank you." He whispered against my lips a few minutes later, after he broke our kiss just so he can start it up again.

It was early Friday night and I was getting ready for the Huntzburger Ball. The minimal make up I wore was done (thank you God and Mom for my pale, flawless skin). I still haven't decided on a lipstick yet, but my hair was done too and it was currently falling down my shoulders in loose beachy waves. My hair had significantly grown longer in the last few months and I dared to say that it looked pretty good. The dress I had chosen for tonight was hanging behind me on the closet door. It was made from pale pink chiffon, but not too pale that it would wash me out completely, with wide skirt, so that it could hide my ever growing baby bump. As happy as I was to be getting a baby bump, Logan and I still haven't gone public with the pregnancy and I didn't want the paparazzi that would inevitably be staking out the venue, which happened to be The Plaza Hotel, to blast the news all over the front pages tomorrow.

I was just about to put on the red lipstick I had finally decided on when I heard a light knock on the adjacent to the bedroom closet door frame. I turned my head and smiled at the sight before me. Logan, in all his drop-dead-blonde-gorgeous glory. Man, did the boy clean up nice. His hair was the usual I'm-too-hot-to-care mess and he was wearing an impeccable black tie tux. My heart and breath sped up just by the looks of him.

"Hey Ace, you almost ready?" He asked me, peeking from the door, not quite making his way past it.

"Yup." I answered. "Lipstick, dress and we are out that door." I said and turned back to the mirror to apply said lipstick.

"Can you hold that thought?" He asked me.

"Why? What's up?" I asked a bit baffled.

"Nothing, I just have something for you." He said and took a step towards me.

I put down the lipstick and faced him fully. "I love gifts!" I said to him.

"I know." He answered with a smile, getting closer. When he was just a few short steps away from me, he slung the heavy looking garment bag he was carrying over his shoulder. He hung it on one of the closet's racks, right next to my dress, and that is when I realized what it actually was.

The garment bag was long, like very long, white and had "Elie Saab" written in elegant letters, high on the right side of the zipper. This was a dress, a very expensive dress. I didn't need to see the clothing itself to know that. Seeing the name of the designer was enough. And yes, I was no fashion guru, but I have come a long way since Logan gave me my Birkin Bag and I did know who Elie Saab was.

Logan unzipped the garment bag and pulled the dress out of it. The dress was a masterpiece. I didn't know how else to describe it. It was from some kind of transparent very light looking fabric, but I knew enough to know that for the dress to stand that way on its own was anything but. It had a nude, form-hugging lining that you could see through the fabric and I was willing to bet that the illusion of naked skin it created was quite beautiful. And here I just described the very basic of the dress.

Onto the sheer, transparent fabric the designer had intricately embroidered in varying degrees with beads, sequins, and appliqués in a slightly darker shade of a pine green color that I didn't actually know the exact name of. To be honest I was seriously doubting that the color had a name. If I had to guess it was specifically designed for this dress. And it was magnificent.

The body of the dress was form fitting, with high neckline, long sleeves with pads on the shoulders, a thin and very delicate belt around the waist and bare back. From the belt down the skirt filled out and fell in heavy layers of sparkling fabric. It had enough riffle around the waist to hide my bump and make me look good in the same time.

"Logan." I whispered out of breath. I had no words. I have never seen anything this beautiful much less wear something like it.

"Do you like it?" He asked with a childlike enthusiasm.

"No." I said and saw his face fell. "I have no words to describe not how much I like this dress, but I how much I love this dress." I explained, my gaze still focused on the piece of pure art in front of my eyes. "But you didn't have to." I said to Logan, after I had somehow managed to tear my eyes away from the dress.

The dress was stunningly beautiful and I really loved it, but even with my pretty much non – existent knowledge of couture fashion, I was well aware that it must have cost a small fortune. And not that Logan couldn't afford it, he could afford ten of these, three times a day, every day for ten years and it wouldn't even make a dent in his personal assets, and that is not counting the company ones. And it's not like I've never seen or wore an expensive dress before, and it's not like Logan had never bought a dress for me before, but this dress took expensive to a whole new level.

"I didn't have to." Logan said and took a step closer to me, so he can wrap me in his arms. "I wanted to." He simply stated, catching my eyes with his.

I smiled, draped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes to plant a long, wet kiss on his lips. "I love it! Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Logan kissed me one more time and then loosened his hold on me. "Come on, try it on."

"Okay." I jumped out of his arms with the biggest smile on my face and untied my robe.

I quickly undid the zipper of the dress and grabbed it off its hanger. Logan snickered at my enthusiasm to put on a dress, but this wasn't just a dress. This was Elie Saab Haute Couture dress and it was every woman's wet dream. I stepped into it, put my hands through the sleeves and adjusted it on my body.

"Will you zip me up?" I looked at Logan over my shoulder.

"It will be my pleasure." He answered with a soft voice and reached for me. I turned my back on him and a second later I felt his touch on the naked skin on my back. My entire body started to tremble, he could do that to me. Logan pulled the zipper up and kissed the skin between my neck and shoulder.

I closed my eyes and relished the feeling of his lips on me for another second and then I shook it off, otherwise we would have never left the apartment that night.

"Okay, I need shoes." I said and walked to the rack that had my shoes on it.

"Actually…" Logan trailed and I turned to look at him. He reached a hand behind him and pulled a plain grey cardboard box. "I took care of that too." He said with kind of sheepish smile, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was very happy with himself.

Logan pulled the lid off the box, removed the tissue paper and pulled out a pail of peep-toe velour heels in the same slightly-darker-pine-green color. He handed them to me and I took them without a word. I had to smile to myself though, because this was my man, he always thought of everything, he always spoiled me rotten and I loved him for that and so much more. I put the shoes on, not surprised to realize they fit me perfectly. I stood up, adjusted the dress and turned around to take a look of myself in the mirror.

The sight took me by surprise. I didn't quite look myself, and yet at the same time I did. I looked sophisticated, poised and expensive. The dress fit me like a glove, like it was made only for me, which now that I thought about it, knowing Logan wouldn't surprise me if it really was made for me. It was so far away from anything I have ever worn before, but still it looked exactly like something I would have chosen for myself. It was sexy, yet not slutty. It was sparkly, but not too over the top to look tasteless. The color complemented my skin tone and hair color, and the bling from the sequins and beads it was embroidered with matched my blue eyes. It was the perfect dress. And Logan knew me well enough to know that.

"You look gorgeous and I still have an eye for dress sizes." I heard his voice and a moment later his form filled the empty space beside me in the mirror. I laughed at the memory of the first dress he bought for me and those exact words he said when he first saw me in it. "There is just one little thing missing." Logan added in a moment and pulled yet another grey box from behind his back. This one though was velvet and much smaller. He opened it and took something out of it. He held it up in front of the mirror.

It was a headband, if such a simple word could describe the piece of jewelry before my eyes. It was gold with delicate flowers and leaves elegantly twisted around each other, encrusted with hundreds of small stones, of what I could only assume were diamonds.

Logan reached his arms up and placed the headband on my head. He adjusted it on my head, until it was right where he wanted it to be. I wanted to open my mouth and say 'Thank you', but I was frozen in my place. I was looking at our reflection in the mirror and I couldn't help but admire the sight. Logan looked every bit like the crazy rich and successful business man that he was and I, the girl who never felt like she really fit into his world, looked exactly liked the woman I always envisioned him with. Sophisticated, strong, beautiful, but most of all – confident. And he was the reason for that.

I didn't know the right words to explain to him how much he meant to me. How happy he made me. How much I loved him. I locked eyes with him in the mirror reflection and hoped that my eyes told him everything I couldn't get out in words.

"Don't." Logan said with a smile as if reading my mind. "I know. And I love you too." Actually, sometimes I think he really did read my mind.

I turned around and snaked my arms around him. I felt his hands wrapping around my waist, stroking the naked skin on my back, he leaned his head down and captured my mouth in a searing kiss that lasted forever. When he finally pulled back, I actually felt lightheaded.

"You ready to go? The car is waiting for us." Logan asked me, but still he made no move to release me from his embrace.

"As long as I'm going with you, I'm always ready!" I meant to smile at him after saying that, but he was faster with putting his mouth on mine and kissing me senseless once again.

I was walking around The Plaza Hotel ballroom with my hand in Logan's. He was making the rounds and I was tagging along with him, meeting a lot of interesting people and a lot I have spent my entire life admiring. But mostly, I was trying my best to avoid Mitchum and Shira. The Dark Lord and The Dragon Lady, as the boys so nicely called them, were around here somewhere, but I still haven't seen them. And sure, lately Mitchum has been nothing but perfectly polite, but I was dreading the moment when I met with Shira tonight. But it was inevitable.

The only thing making this encounter semi tolerable was the fact that we were at a very public event, an event that the Huntzburgers had thrown themselves, so Shira would be in her best behavior. She would never risk making a scene like the one she made the last time I saw her before all those prying eyes on her. So the most I could expect from her tonight were some hush-hush snide remarks and I could live with that for one evening.

With that said I made a decision that I will have fun tonight. I had Logan by my side, the boys were coming and Honor was somewhere around here. And in my book that was the exact recipe for a perfect night out.

As if on que, I heard a very familiar voice, coming from behind, call for me.

"Love." I turned my head and sure, there he was.

Finn Astor, in all his slightly drunk glory. But I guess that was to be expected. I don't remember the last time I saw Finn completely sober. In fact, I don't think there was ever such a time in the last fifteen years. At least.

"Excuse us." Logan excused us from the conversation he was having with a few of his executives and led us to the nearby bar that Colin, Finn and Robert were currently occupying.

Finn broke away from the group first and came to greet me with a bear hug. "I missed you." He said.

"I missed you too, Finn." I smiled, hugging him back.

"Let me look at you." He took my hands in his and pulled back. "Still photogenic as ever. You look magnificent. Like million dollars" He assessed and gave Logan a pointed look.

"Thank you." I replied with a laugh. He laughed back, kissed my head and went along to shake hands with Logan.

I on the other hand turned to the second boy in the line, Colin. "Hey, you." I said with a smile and went in for a quick hug.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me, instead of a greeting.

"I'm good." I answered still smiling.

"You look good." Colin smiled back.

"Thanks. Where's Odette?" I asked him. I didn't remember Logan saying whether she was coming or not, but since she and Colin were no longer hiding their relationship, I kind of assumed that she would be here with him. I knew she was coming to Aspen for New Year's.

"Stuck in Paris. Some family thing." He explained.

"Got it." I nodded. "Hi, Robert." I turned to the third guy in line.

"Hi, Rory." He greeted back and we exchanged kisses on the cheek.

"Well, well, well. Looks like the band is back together again." I heard a feminine voice from somewhere behind me. And just like with Finn, I didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"Hi, Honor." I turned, a big smile already on my face.

"Hey, Rory." She smiled back and went in for a hug. "Oh my God, you look beautiful! Absolutely radiant!" Honor exclaimed when she pulled back.

"Thank you! You look pretty good yourself." I observed. She was in a strapless, screaming red dress, looking absolutely sexy and amazing.

"Oh, I just put something on last minute." She replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. We both managed to hold it for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.

Next I said my "Hello's" with Josh who congratulated me and Logan on the pregnancy, since he hadn't seen us ever since the family announcement. Actually I hadn't seen Josh in years. In fact ever since his and Honor's wedding, I've seen him three or four times tops, and two of those were at the hospital after Logan's accident. He looked exactly the same as I remembered him. Quiet, a bit awkward and fumbling, and not quite fitting into this crazy, noisy and to put it mildly outgoing, extravagant group of people.

Josh and Honor were complete opposites, but they loved each other and they seemed happy together. Even after all the years they have been together they were still going strong, despite what both of their families thought of their relationship. To be honest, they kind of gave me hope that after all Logan and I have been through, in the end we will be okay.

Pretty soon our group took the word noisy to a whole new level. We were attracting the eyes of the other respectful party people, who clearly did not appreciate the slightly drunk boys and giggling girls disturbing their plots for world domination.

After a while, Logan and I made the rounds again and I was surprised, and pleased, to realize that another hour and half had past and I still hadn't run into Shira and Mitchum. Sadly I knew that I couldn't avoid them all together. I knew that Logan spoke with them while I went on a bathroom break a while back. He did the polite thing and went to greet his parents without me, so he can spare me the confrontation. Another reason why I loved him so much, but sooner or later I had to face them, and I wasn't looking forward to that.

Turned out that my meeting with them wasn't all that bad. Yes it was awkward as hell, but I managed to pull through it in one piece. I saw them as we were going to our table. Mitchum was perfectly polite, he asked how I was feeling, how the twins were, he took the new ultrasound photo that Logan and I had prepared for him. He asked about my book and how my proposal was going and he made me promise to send it to him tomorrow, after I told him I was done with it.

And Shira, well… she was just Shira. In all her passive aggressive glory. With her not so subtle remarks about me, my upbringing, but mostly about my entrapment of her only son. Honestly, I didn't give a damn what she thought. The only thing that mattered to me was how Logan felt, and his joyful and happy smile every morning he woke up, told me everything I needed to know about his state of mind. That said, I hated everything Shira said. She had the ability to make my relationship with Logan look like something ugly, while it was anything but. The one good thing is that she only talked that way about us. She didn't say anything about our kids, because I swear if she started attacking them like she was doing to me, I would wipe the floor with her and not think twice about it. I could deal with her talking smack about me, I drew the line at her talking smack about my kids.

Dinner went great. I was sitting with Logan on one side and Honor on the other. I spent pretty much the entire time talking to her about baby clothes, strollers and toys. She asked me about a baby shower and pretty much went into shock when I told her that I haven't planned one yet. I said that it was way too early for that, but she insisted that we are already so behind. I got the feeling that she would be calling my mother and planning the damn thing by the end of this very evening.

Bobby was at our table too with her husband, the professional football player. The guys spent pretty much the entire evening talking about football, while the three of us discussed in length exactly how good looking our companions were.

One of my biggest concerns about the evening, sea food, turned out to be a non-issue. I knew that fancy people liked sea food at their parties. Sea food was expensive and it was often used to represent the amount of money spent on said parties. I was mostly out of my "all-day" sickness stage, but the smell of sea food still made me puke my guts out.

Of course, I should have guessed that Logan, being the wonderful man that he is, was never going to allow that to happen. I found that out after I made note of the missing sea food in tonight's menu.

"I can't believe there are no oysters, no shellfish, no sushi and no tuna on the menu tonight. Not even caviar, which is probably the most surprising of all." I commented while reading the menu and seeing only stuff like Kobe beef, duck, prosciutto, parmesan cheese, etc.

"That is quite unbelievable, indeed." Logan just murmured, without lifting his head to look at me. That by itself was a bit strange, but the way he expressed himself, it was too formal. So unlike Logan.

I turned my head to look at him. His face gave away nothing. He was focused on that menu like it was a first edition, never seen before Hemingway manuscript. "Babe?" I leaned into him and put my hand on his arm. All I got was a 'Hmm'. "Did you have something to do with this?" I asked.

He finally turned his eyes on me and saw that I already knew the answer to my question. It was in the little knowing smile on my lips and the glint in my eyes.

"And what if I did?" Logan asked, mischievous smile forming on his handsome face.

I leaned closer to him, my lips so close to his I could physically feel the buzzing, the sparks flying between us. "You'll be vastly rewarded!" I whispered seductively.

Logan groaned, the tremble in his chest so powerful, traveled and sent shivers through my entire body.

A gag noise came from across the table.

"You two do realize that this is a public event and we are sitting at the dinner table, right?" Colin's sarcastic remark came right after.

"It's a good thing that I haven't eaten anything yet, otherwise I would have just thrown it up." Finn added.

"The sweetness of this moment makes my teeth hurt." Was what Robert added to the mix.

Through that whole exchange of opinions, Logan's eyes never left mine. He just kept smirking, totally unabashed by his best friends teasing.

"Well then drink some scotch to numb the pain Robert, because I'm about to do you one better." Logan said right before he pressed his lips to mine and made me forget everything and everyone around us.

A few hours later dinner had come and gone and I was waiting for Logan by the door. I was just about to get my coat when I heard someone call my name.

"Rory." I turned to the direction of the deep male voice.

"Hugo!" I exclaimed. "Oh my god, I can't believe it! How are you?" I smiled at the man, I haven't seen him in ten years.

"I'm great. How are you? I hear congratulations are in order!" Hugo said with an easy going smile. I've always liked that man.

"Yes, thank you!" I said, placing a gentle hand over my bump. "I remember Logan telling me that you got married a few years ago. How is that going?" I asked him.

"It's going good. The wife and I are going strong. We have two boys now, five and two." Hugo said, pulling his phone out to show me his background photo of two black headed boys with dark eyes and a gorgeous brunette sitting behind them.

"Oh wow, they look like a handful." Something in the boys' eyes led me to think that they are not exactly what you could call 'quiet kids'.

"Yeah, they are a handful." He laughed. "From what I hear you're about to have two of your own as well." Hugo added.

"Man, you hear a lot of things." I teased him and laughed.

"I'm a journalist, it's my job. Besides, Logan has a big mouth, especially when he is bragging." Hugo said laughing.

"That he does." I joined.

"Fingers crossed they are girls and not boys?" He added in a second.

"I'm praying for that every day. I haven't spent much time around boys in my life, I don't know how to handle boys. Girls I know and I think I just might have a chance to not totally screw them up." I said only half joking. This 'two-kids-at-the-same-time' thing still freaked me out a little.

"You'll be fine. Just remember when you first hold them, they are not as breakable as they look." Hugo said, his easy smile never leaving his face.

"That's good to know." I let out a breath.

"What are you up to these days? I read that article you wrote for the "New Yorker". It was a great piece, but there wasn't much since." I was a bit surprised to hear that he has been keeping an eye on my career.

Throughout the years Hugo's start up online magazine had grown about ten times its originals size. It was mostly about entertainment and lifestyle, but very richly spread. Everything from the latest gossip in the highlife (confirmed, of course), through healthy living and travel, to books, education and religion. Even dabbed in a little bit of politics.

For the last five years Hugo's site was in the Top 5 Most Read online magazines in North America, Canada and Europe. It was safe to say that he has been busy. Ever since those few articles I submitted for his site we haven't really kept in touch, so I was flattered to find out that he followed my career.

"I'm actually writing a book these days." I answered his question.

"Really? Fiction or Non-Fiction?"

"Non, it's a bit of a biography piece."

"Send me a few chapters, will you?" Hugo smiled.

"With pleasure. I would love some feedback. " I said and smiled back at him.

"Logan's not giving you feedback?" Hugo asked.

"He is, but he is biased."

"You're probably right about that." He said and we both laughed. "Ever thought about going back to journalism any time soon?" Hugo inquired.

"I don't know. Probably. Why?" I asked.

"I want to expend my politics division. If you're interested, I'd like to offer you a job."

"Politics?" Hugo's offer took me by surprise.

"Yes. Your freelance work was on various topics, but you started your career at the Barack Obama campaign and quite a few of your articles are politics related. I think you can be a great asset on my team." I didn't know what to say. And yes, technically he was right. Most of my work was on politics, but I don't think I ever aspired to it, not consciously at least. "I can see that I have surprised you."

"Yeah." I snorted a laugh. That was the understatement of the year.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Logan approaching and smiled at him. Hugo noticed that and turned to see who was behind him.

"Look, Logan has my private number. Think about it and if it's something you're interested in, call me. We can set a meeting, talk it over and then you can decide. That sound okay?" Hugo offered.

"Sure, I'll do that." I smiled at him. "Thank you!"

"Absolutely." Hugo smiled back.

"Hugo!" Logan's voice boomed behind said man. "Glad you could make it tonight. Sorry we didn't get a chance to catch up more properly." Logan said, extending his arm to shook hands with his friend.

"Don't sweat it. I have a feeling that we will be seeing a lot more of each other in the future. I have to get going. Joss is home alone with the boys and if she hasn't lost her mind already, she's very close to doing so." We all laughed at his joke, but somehow I didn't think it was that much of a stretch from the truth. "Call me, please!" He said to me one last time, before putting his coat on.

"I will." I said and shook his hand.

"Bye, you two. And congratulations again." Hugo said.

"Thank you! Bye!" Logan said for both of us. "What was that all about?" Logan asked me once Hugo was out of sight.

"I'll tell you about it at home, okay?" I asked and leaned in for a kiss.

"Okay." Was all he said and gave me the kiss I wanted.

So, what do you think? Was it worth the wait?

For the next chapter I'm planning Christmas in Stars Hollow and I need ideas. Any thoughts?

Stick with me people, I promise I WILL finish this! :)