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Chapter Sixteen: Things could've gone better

Logan fell back, not entirely, he used the wall to steady himself and then was back on his feet ready to fight.

"Guys! Guys!" I screamed at them "come on! Stop it!" Obviously they didn't. I was then surprised to find that Logan didn't immediately fight back at Dean, but after Dean punched at him the second time Logan was ready to fight. I wanted to do something, anything, but it wasn't really a good idea being pregnant and all. Though the symptoms of pregnancy where very limited at this point, it would still be dangerous to do something's with the baby. Trying to break up a fight would be one of those things.

It wasn't easy. It wasn't supposed to be. I wanted it to be easy, but pregnancy wasn't one of those things, with all the morning sickness, food cravings, and now two guys fighting over you! I didn't know what to do. With the selfish idea that two guys loving you so much they would fight over you was sort of cool, it was also wrong and immature. I knew Logan should win me, although a girl is never a prize to be possessed as some men tend to believe, Logan and I belonged together.

"Stop it! Logan, please stop." I begged grabbing his right arm "Logan please don't do this he's not worth it." Logan hesitated, but didn't stop. "Please Logan, please, for me?" He stopped, and when he turned around I could see that his nose was bleeding and a black eye was beginning to show. "Oh my god!" I screamed, at first out of shock of what Dean had done to Logan and then because I was so angry with Dean.

"Ace, relax." How could he be so calm? He was hurt, bleeding for gods sake!
"What the heck is wrong with you?!" I screamed at Dean ignoring Logan's pleads for me to stop "I can't believe you. And you think I would love you? Are you kidding? You're a jerk! You just beat at my boyfriend, no wait that's a lie, you just beat at my fiancé. Yes, Dean I am getting married, and you are so not invited to the wedding!"

"Ace, come on," Logan pulled my arm "lets just go home." I gave in. I was weak for Logan in anyway; he could probably convince me to jump off a bridge, his face, smell, voice, anything about him. He's perfect. Not perfect, better then perfect. Is that even possible though? Is there even a word for better the perfect? Interassant? Passionat? But even those words are French, so then are there English words?

"Logan," I murmured as we walked into the apartment "I'm so sorry, you have no idea."

"You're sorry? Why? Why should you be sorry?"

"Because," I whined "I feel as if it was my entire fault, like because I talked to him and made him mad…"

"Rory, Rory, stop."

"I, I just am so sorry."

"Well, you shouldn't be," he took me in his arms, gently kissing the top of my head "it wasn't your fault."

"I feel like it was," no matter how many times he told me it wasn't I couldn't help but think it was.

"Rory, if you value my sanity you will stop."

"But-"

"Ace."

"Fine," I stopped and sat down on the couch "it's still my fault." He sighed and went into the kitchen. I didn't say another word, I was obviously bugging him. I flipped through the channels on the T.V. turned it off, then back on deciding to watch Casablanca.

Soon enough I was asleep.

I didn't know how long I had been out, but my head ached as I sat up which usually meant I had slept too much. Logan was watching the T.V. now, and glancing at the clock I realized it was way later then I thought.

"Logan," I leaned back "why didn't you wake me? Its eleven-thirty P.M. I am never going to fall asleep now."

"You wouldn't wake up," he was mad I could tell. Logan flicked off the T.V. "I'm going to bed." He kissed my forehead quickly and turned walked away.

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