Authors note: Sorry it's been like…………forever!!! R&R Please anyways!

Chapter Twenty-one: This Could Be the End

After our plane landed we picked up our luggage and headed out the doors towards the parking ramp. I had taken a train to the airport but Logan had drove and left his car there.

We were still pissed at each other. Or I was more or less pissed at him. His behavior was unacceptable and I didn't want to deal with it anymore. I sat down in the car and pulled my phone out of my purse and checked my email.

Logan sped down the freeway. The car accelerating faster and faster through the empty streets.

"Logan, I think you should slow down."

"You think you can tell me what to do?" the car increased speed again.

"No, please don't be mad at me, you're just going a little fast."

"Rory!" he yelled at me "first your mad at me and now you think that you can tell me what to do and it will be okay? Huh? You have barely spoken to me and when you have it's because you're telling me what a bad person I am. That I will be a bad father!"

"Well, I'm sorry, you just don't understand-"

"I do!"

"Fine, you do. And I am sorry for saying that to you. Now will you please slow down?" my right hand was on my stomach as the baby kicked me. It made me jump forward a little.

"Ace," he looked at me "you okay?"

"It kicked me!" I smiled. It was the first time that baby had kicked me. And suddenly it was as if Logan wasn't mad at me anymore.

The moment he took his hands of the steering wheel the car swerved and suddenly everything happened fast.

The Porsche spun around as Logan pressed down on the break. I could barely see the tree as we hit it, the passenger side right on.

"How is she?"

"Better now, we think she will wake up really soon," I could see the redness of the inside of my eyelids and slowly opened them. They felt stiff as the lights blurred my vision.

"Hey kiddo," my mom smoothed the hair out of my face.

"Mom?" My voice was scratchy.

"Hey hun, how are you feeling?" she was sitting in the black chair by the hospital bed.

"I'm fine," My right arm felt stiff in the cast. And I could feel some bruises on my arms and legs. There was a bandage across the top of my forehead, and some type of brace on my left leg.

"Where's Logan? Is he okay?"

"He's in the cafeteria, do you want me to get him," there was a knock at the door. Mom looked around the curtain, "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay," I sat up a little more in the bed and pressed the power button on the TV remote.
"Ace," he walked around the curtain.

"Go away," I murmured. He wasn't injured, I could tell that much by just looking at him.

"Ace I'm sorry."

"Logan," I moved a little and a sharp pain ripped across my ribs, I closed my eyes a groaned laying back down. "I'm so sorry I said all of that stuff to you."

"No, Ace, I'm sorry I treated you like that. I should have slowed down; I should have listened to you."

"I know you'll make the best father to our child, I was just scared."

"Actually," he pause "Ace about that…"

Sorry it's shorter, just R&R please!