AUTHORS NOTE: sorry I haven't posted anything in a while: anyways, R&R please and enjoy!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Better?

He was mad. I knew it, he knew it, things where just getting complicated. Well they weren't just getting complicated, they already where complicated. Stressful? Is that the word? I just hoped that when this happened to me the guy would be there as well. It was just surprising to me that Logan wasn't going to be that way. He was the one who was originally all up with the planning, he knew it would work out or whatever and he went for it. This seemed to change.

I watched T.V., I read a book, and I read the newspaper all before dawn. Obviously it would be hard to sleep tonight, but I would have to deal with it all the same. Logan slept, and I watched him a while before finally leaving to go to class.

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When I got home things hadn't really changed, Logan was still in bed, although he wasn't asleep now, he was on his laptop probably doing work.

"Hey," I murmured heading into the closet to change my shoes for Friday night dinner.

"Hi," he said slowly "where are you going."

"Not me," I said balancing on my right foot to put my left shoe on "us."

"What?"

"Friday night dinner, Logan. You told my grandmother you wanted to go from now on, well, unless you're sick you have to go. That's just how it works." He groaned and rolled out of bed.

"Fine, I am going to shower."

"Logan," I whispered quietly to stop him for a second "what's going on?"

"Nothing, Ace."

"Then why are you mad at me?" I looked at the floor "did I do something?"

"No! Everything's fine, there's nothing to worry about."

"Then why are you giving me the cold shoulder?" I looked at him finally, he stared back his eyes questioning "is there something you're not telling me?" He walked over and put his hands on my shoulder.

"Ace, I'm not mad?"

"Then what the hell is going on?! Seriously Logan, I am having a baby here, I need you right now."

"I know, Ace, and I'm here."

"Really? Really you're here because it feels like your eons away!" I said sternly.

"I'm right here. Rory come on I love you." It didn't seem like he meant it.

"You can say a lot of things and not mean them," did I just say that?

"What is that supposed to mean?" Crap, what is that supposed to mean?

"I don't know, it just seems like you don't really mean it." I looked back at the floor "I just want you to know that when I say I love you I mean it and when I said I would marry you I meant it, for better or worse, for rich or for poor. And although we aren't married yet, I think we should start respecting those vows."

"I agree."

"Then, be truthful. What is going on? I can tell something's up, so please Logan, please, just tell me."

"Its just work. Things aren't going like they where planned."

"Oh," I murmured "what happened?"

"Nothing too big. We just almost lost a lot, and I mean a lot of money, and we are hoping Bobby can fix it."

"It'll work out," yuck, Bobby of course. He looked me in the eyes, staring me down, not in a mean way but in a sweet thoughtful way.

"I'm going to shower now." And with that he left, without letting me even comfort him. I hadn't even collected my thoughts and he was already gone. Just like that. Gone. Only to the shower, but still, it felt like nothing was better, like he was still giving me the cold shoulder. He wasn't of course, but it for some reason felt that way.