Authors note: Okay, the lights are on, the windows are open- a fresh breeze flowing through them- I have my water, comfy clothes. Going on vacation next week, watched Gilmore Girls today, completely calm and in my zone. Hopefully, I can write today. Here goes:
Chapter Twenty Four: Here or there, We're Everywhere
My mind was completely blank. Yet there was so much running through it. I couldn't help but wonder when the contractions would get worse, and how bad they would get. I was nervous that this would be more severely painful then the mind could even imagine. I wished I had taken some birthing classes or something, because at this point I felt completely alone. But lastly, I worried that Logan would not be here when it happened, and that could be possibly the worst possible idea in the history of ideas.
"Hey Hun, how ya holding up?" Mom was probably the only person who could stay completely calm in the worst of occasions.
"Ugh," I groaned "did u call him?"
"Yes, he said he will be here as soon as he can. The boy will do anything to be with you, you know that." Even though my mother has always loathed Logan, I somehow felt like at that moment she actually accepted him, even just a little bit. It was as if something fell into place. "I talked to the doctor," she continued "she said that because your contractions are increasing slowly it could be a matter of hours or even days before you actually give birth to the babies."
"Are you serious?" I was somewhat happy by the news because this was Logan would be here. But then again, the pain was increasing with the increasing pain of the contractions; how long could I hold up?
"Well, at least Logan will be in by that time, right?" I pressed on even though I already knew the answer was yes.
"Of course." She left me with that simple answer, going home to pick up some of my things.
What I realized, is that life becomes more simple and slow when you're laying in bed. There really seems like a million things- literally- that I would or could be doing to fill the time. But all that was there was waiting. So, I waited, and waited and waited… about five minutes and was completely bored again. It would be a long day.
Logan P.O.V
Airports don't understand happiness. And they say that they want to do anything they can to make your travel as pain-free, fast and simple as possible. But that's a load of crap. When your fiancé is in the hospital, due to give birth and you need to get back there as soon as possible. It doesn't matter to Cheryl the flight attendant, or to Chuck the man that checks your ticket so you can board the plane, oh no, they don't care.
If they could schedule planes taking off a little better so there isn't a jam up on the runway, all of our lives would be so easy. But when you're sitting in a seat waiting for the plane to take air, your world feels slow and sluggish.
After about a half an hour we finally took off, and that meant only an hour and twenty four minutes to seeing Rory. And hopefully soon after that, my kids. My kids! Oh my god, suddenly is dawned on me that I could be a father in less then two hours. Could I do it? Take on that type of responsibility, to care for someone else's life and not even mentioning my own? I hadn't exactly taken care of myself in the smartest ways, could I take care of two more?
I could be a good father. I would be a good father. Unlike my father. I believe I will let my kids grow and aspire to be whatever they want to be. Because I didn't get the chance to do things the way I wanted to, my kids would. But in a way I could not bring myself to regret being forced to go to Yale and go into journalism, because those things that my father pushed me to do every day, brought me to Rory. And there was nothing to regret about her.
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"Where's Rory?" I asked Lorelai after running through the hospital to find her.
"Right through that door," she pointed and I followed the line of her finger immediately.
"Ace!" I bounded into the room rushing over to kiss her forehead.
"Logan," she sighed "you made it."
"Of course," I took her hand and began to caress it with my thumb. I was just sitting down in the chair, when she winced and squeezed my hand tightly.
"Another contraction, huh," a doctor walked into the room. "how are you feeling Rory?"
"I'm okay."
"Congrats, you're just about ready. Who will be in the delivery room with you?" She looked at me, with eyes asking if I was coming, we hadn't really talked about it. Her eyes seemed to plead when I didn't respond right away. So I nodded.
"Logan will, and I think my mom too."
"Ah, Logan. You must be the husband?"
I smirked "I will be soon."
She nodded politely and we moved Rory's bed to the delivery room.
Authors note: Babies next time (Promise 3)! I also want to say that I have no idea what the flight time is from Maine to Connecticut, so please, don't quote me. Review please!