I am Back! Nice Thanksgiving treat, huh?

I do plan to be around now, I swear. Since the last update so much has happened , and I am so so sorry for not updating. Chapter 8 is pretty much almost finished, and I expect to have it sent to be beta'ed by the end of the weekend. I have up to chapter 11 plotted out.

Thank you to my amazing beta, Fluffernutter8. Without her, her thoughts, comments and constant inspiration, I would have not been able to continue writing this.

Enjoy!

Rory quietly opened the door to the house, a curious look on her face. She had tried calling Logan on her drive home, but his cell phone was off. She walked into the living room and a smiled crossed her face at the image of her husband lying on his back on the couch, one hand splayed protectively across Laylee's back as they both slept peacefully. She quietly put her purse down, and went to the fireplace shelf to grab the camera that Logan had started keeping there. Since coming home from the hospital, Logan had decided that they had too few pictures of Laylee, so he had placed a few cameras randomly around the house so they would be handy if an opportunity arose. She snapped a picture of the two of them and then took a moment to just watch her husband and daughter. She replaced the camera, before bending down on her knees, gently kissing Logan all over his face. A smile slowly appeared on his face and as he wrapped his other hand around Rory, bringing her closer to him.

"Hey," he said, opening his eyes.

"Hi. You look pretty comfortable there. I almost didn't want to wake you." She smiled at him.

"No worries, I got my beauty sleep," he smiled at her. "How was the appointment?" He swung his feet to the ground, a hand still on Laylee, supporting her back and head as he sat up.

"Pretty good. I got homework," she told him, excitement on her face.

"Really? What kind of homework?" he asked, intrigued, as he shifted Laylee lightly in his arms. "Not that there's any bad homework for my straight-A Ace."

She smiled, leaning towards him to kiss him again. "Well this is the best kind. I was told to go shopping."

"Seriously? The solution is just to engage in some retail therapy?" He pulled her up to sit next to him on the couch.

"Retail therapy with a purpose, Logan. We are going to buy a stroller," she said, a decisive look on her face.

"Uh, Ace, we already have one, remember, babe?"

"Yes, but my homework is to buy one that is actually usable to me, which that one is definitely not," she said. "And I was thinking that while we're at it, we could get some other stuff we've been wanting."

"What else do we need? We got a ton of baby gifts that are just sitting in a huge pile in the library," he reminded her. "You kind of refused to look at them," he said gently, squeezing her arm.

"I forgot about those," she replied, eyes downcast. "I was thinking we could get her some toys, and maybe we could look at cribs and such for the eventual move into her own room." She gulped, feeling energy slowly draining from her. "We didn't get to do that before she was born," she added quietly. "We were supposed to go that next week…"

Logan could feel her slipping away from him, and he studied her downcast face deeply. "Tell you what, Ace- how about we go find that perfect stroller, and get whatever else you want," he said, attempting to catch her eyes with his own. "Let's put a dent in the Black Card. It's been withering in my wallet because you won't let me spoil you."

"And I'm not letting you spoil me this time. This is for Laylee." She elbowed him.

"Oh, that's going to be the excuse every time now, isn't it?" he laughed, standing up and walking towards the baby equipment, Laylee still dozing in his arms. "I'm gonna put her in the car seat, how about we grab lunch before though?"

Rory got off the couch and reached for her purse, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes. "Sure. You know Gilmore girls never say no to food." Even this short conversation had made her feel strong again. She was always good at doing homework.

They were sitting at a table outside in a little café, both studying the menu. Laylee was sleeping in the car seat that was places on the floor in an angle they can both see her, and within Logan's reach. It took Rory about thirty seconds to find what she wanted, and she studied Logan's handsome face as his eyes roamed over the menu, a small smile appearing at her lips.

"Are you ready to order?" a waitress in her twenties asked, effectively snapping her out of her reverie.

"Uh, yeah," Rory said, sending a questioning look Logan's way. At his nod, she continued. "I'll have the mozzarella sticks and fettuccini Alfredo." She closed the menu and handed it to the girl.

"Great. Anything to drink?"

"Yea, do you have fresh orange juice?" Rory blushed at Logan's surprised expression. At the girl's nod, she added. "Great, so one of those please."

"And you sir?" the girl turned to Logan. "Do you need a minute or are you ready?"

"I'm good. I'll have a Caesar salad and chicken marsala." He also closed and returned the menu, sneaking a peek at his sleeping baby before adding, "And some water, please."

The waitress nodded, taking one last note in her order pad. "Great, I'll be back in a few with your drinks," she said, and disappeared into the restaurant.

Logan turned to Rory, a quizzical look on his face. "Orange juice? Voluntarily? Who are you and what have you done with my Rory?"

"Uh…" Rory mumbled, a little thrown off by the use of her name. "When someone made me drink a cup every morning of my pregnancy, I guess it turned into a habit." She was looking down at the table cloth intently, as if almost ashamed. "And I kind of learned to like it," she almost whispered.

"Wow. So for months you were giving me that face every morning and really you had no issue with it anymore?" Logan asked, his smile widening by the second.

"I just had fun messing with you," Rory said, a little more confident. "And I really did want more coffee. Besides, I would have told you eventually, but then- um… You know. I wasn't pregnant anymore," she said, eyes finding the car seat, avoiding his look.

"Right," Logan replied, noticing the need to get her off this topic. "Wow. Ok, new age for the Gilmore girls!" he exclaimed, knowing immediately that he made a mistake by the sudden surprised look on her face. "Hey, want to guess who called me today?" he tried, changing tactics.

"Hm, let's see. Colin?" At the shake of his head, she continued guessing. "Finn? Honor? Steph? Robert? William? Harry?" at seeing his head shake at every single one of her guesses, she sighed. "I give up. Who called you today?"

"Mitchum," he answered, letting the information set in before continuing. "Apparently, he would like to see his granddaughter on Sunday. He was quite surprised that I was home, actually."

"Um, wow. Okay. I guess, I guess we can work something out." Her face was the perfect image of astonishment, a little like when they discovered she was pregnant.

"He wants to come on Sunday, if that's okay with you?"

"Sure, I don't have any plans. But, um, just-"

"Just him," Logan stopped her. "Just him wanting to see Laylee," he reassured her, taking her hand into his own. She smiled, and he changed the subject. "So, my office is planning a launch party for that website I've told you about, remember?"

"Yeah, vaguely. Something about the news, partnering with social media, right?" she asked slowly, as the information came back to her.

"Yup. That's the one. So we're having this launch party next Saturday, and I was thinking it might be nice if we both attended," he was squeezing her hand in his, searching her eyes.

"I don't know if that's the best environment for Laylee," she said, looking into his eyes. "There will be so many people there, and in a closed room." She stopped talking before she could name all the things she was afraid of now, the whole list of things they had been told to avoid.

"I was thinking we could leave her at home, Ace, and go just the two of us," Logan said, lacing their fingers together. "You know, like we used to."

"Like a date?" A surprised look came over her face.

"Yeah, like a date. I even got some recommendations for babysitters, and made sure that they all have their CPR license. Ran background checks on them-"

"Wow, you really did your research." She stopped him. Feeling a little unnerved about the thought of leaving Laylee with a stranger. "I guess…I guess we could do that. How about we do phone interviews, and uh, pick one."

"That sounds great." He smiled his wide smile, and the waitress appeared with their drinks. Once she was gone, he looked over at his wife and added, "How was your appointment?"

"Good. I think it went really well. She doesn't think I have postpartum depression." Rory answered, able to voice her biggest fear aloud, now that it was refuted. "She said she thinks I have some baby blues and PTSD, from the NICU."

"Baby blues?" Logan asked, looking confused.

"Apparently that's what it's called when the vision of the perfect baby breaks and you are left to deal with the real thing. And the whole premature delivery and NICU part can leave some nice damage too."

"Hey, hey, we'll figure it out. It's going to be fine," he said, squeezing her hand again. "You are getting there, and I'm not going anywhere-" He was cut off by the arrival of their food.

"Yeah, I know," she said, turning to her plate and effectively changing the subject. "Yum. These are great, want one?" She offered him a mozzarella stick.

"Sure. Want some salad?" he joked, and laughed out loud at her sour expression. It felt good to laugh. Things were slowly going back to normal, or at least their normal.

After Rory devoured every last bite of her lunch, they headed towards the closest Babies 'R' Us. They stood outside the doors for a minute, about to step into a baby store for the first time. They had an online registry for Laylee, and Rory had shopped online for baby presents for others before, but this was the first time they had ever physically walked into the actual store. Logan took a deep breath, tightened his hold on the handle of the car seat, and held out his hand to Rory. She took it, breathing deeply, and they went in.

Logan grabbed a cart and placed the car seat on top of it, noticing that Laylee was starting to stir. He checked his watch, and caught up with Rory that was looking at some toys at the front of the store.

"Hey babe? I think she's gonna want to eat very soon," he said, coming up behind her and touching her shoulder softly.

"Oh, ok. Um, is there anywhere I could go and feed her? I mean-" she stammered, nervousness taking over her.

"I'm sure there is a nursing room here somewhere," Logan assured her. This was their first outing with the baby, a new situation for both of them, but especially for Rory. "Hang on a sec," he said, walking quickly towards a tall associate who was putting stickers on Fischer Price products. "Excuse me, do you have a nursing room somewhere in the store?"

"Uh, yeah. All the way to the left in the back," the associate said, barely looking away from the price gun.

Logan walked back towards Rory. She was standing with one finger in Laylee's grasp, while reading the back of a toy she held in the other hand.. "There is a room in the back. Want to head there?" he asked, taking the toy from her and placing it in the cart. "I'm pretty sure it's been a little over three hours since she ate, actually." He looked at her apologetically.

"Ok, let's head there. Maybe while I nurse her you could start looking at some stuff?" She sent him a hopeful glace as he guided her through the store.

"Of course," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Logan felt lost. He was standing in a sea of car seats, strollers, cribs. You name it, they had it, and he didn't know what to look for first. He held two mobile boxes, one in each hand, trying to compare and make a decision. He was so engrossed that he barely saw the young associate that came up behind him.

"Can I help you with anything?" she asked, smiling a little as he jumped in the air, startled.

"Uh, yes, actually! I am looking for a crib, stroller, and…some other stuff," he replied, thankful to have someone to ask questions.

"Sure, come this way," she started, leading him towards the massive amount of baby products. "I would say one of these is a pretty sure shot." She pointed towards something that appeared to be just four wheels and a basket. "It's a Snap 'N' Go, so you put the car seat on it and you have stroller. And it's super portable." She demonstrated, folding and unfolding it. "It makes life easier when they fall asleep in the car and you don't want to wake them."

"That's brilliant." He tried it out quickly himself. "I'll get one of those. Anything else that you can recommend?" he continued, his usual smile taking its place on his face.

"Plenty. Here, grab this." She helped him get the box under the cart. "Real strollers can wait. Let's go look at some cribs." She guided him around, past highchairs, and towards the sample nursery rooms. "Here are some cribs and bassinets, which you will find to be, like, the most useful thing ever," she said, pointing towards what he thought was the ugliest (and possibly the most expensive) nursery room in the whole store. "This package is absolutely the best. You can add a princess theme for a girl and like, cars or something for a boy, and you are set." She touched his elbow, pointing him towards where the sheets were stacked.

"Um, Logan?" He turned around at the sound of Rory's voice, finding her standing there, one hand holding the car seat, the other holding Laylee tightly against her. "Could you get this? It's getting a little heavy." She said the words to him, but looked past him, sending a glare the associate's way. He quickly grabbed the seat from her, placing it on the cart and then moving to take the baby from her. "I think I'll keep her right now, maybe see how she likes some of the strollers." Rory started, before she noticed the box on the bottom of the cart. "Or did you already find something?" she asked, tentatively.

"It's just a snap and go," the associate butted in. "You know, like with wheels for the car seat?" She spoke as if it was obvious.

"Oh, cool," Rory said, looking back at Logan, "Maybe we could check out strollers before cribs?" She sent him a pleading look, not willing to let anything steer her away from what she actually came there to get today, or let this sales girl get to her.

"Sure, Ace. Um-" He turned to the associate, looking at her nametag, "Laquisha, can you show us some strollers?" He flashed his smile.

"That way," she pointed, giving Rory and Laylee a once over. "She sure is tiny. We have this great stroller, the Bugaboo, wheels great. Really pretty. There is also the Stokke- that's for tall people and the Orbit is really cool too." She smiled a big sales pitch grin as she presented, pointing out the stroller after identifying the couple as having deep pockets. She stopped in front of the stroller, pushing it towards Logan. "You should probably get one of those bassinet attachments, since she looks like she'll fit in that for a looooooong time." She lifted her eyebrows, indicating the purple bundle that was Laylee.

"Actually, we already have that one," Rory said, face a little fallen. "We were looking for something that is a little easier to manage"

"Easier?" Laquisha asked, not really understanding what Rory was going for.

"Something that is easy and quick to fold and get in and out of the car," Rory elaborated. There was a bite in her words as she grew agitated with the girl.

"I don't know. This isn't actually my section." She moved to leave the area. "I'll call Bob for ya," she threw over her shoulder as she walked away. Logan sent a look Rory's way, trying to figure out the emotion on her face. She looked tense, holding Laylee on her shoulder, her little head supported by her other hand. He was about to say something, put his arm around her, when they were approached by a young man who appeared to be in his late twenties. "Hey, I'm Bob, the supervisor. I understand you guys are looking for a stroller?"

"Yes," Rory replied, shifting Laylee in her arms. "We are actually looking for a second stroller," she added, looking at the man expectantly.

"Ok, what kind of stroller do you have? What are you looking for?" he asked, trying to gauge where he should take them to.

"We have one of those bugogo's? I don't remember what' it's called, but it's that one there," She pointed to a red stroller with a circle logo on it. "I hate it. I find it impossible to put together and I just want something that I can put her in and go, that I can fold and unfold without having great technical abilities." She held Laylee carefully as she vented, happy to find someone that is actually looking to help them instead of flirt with her husband.

"Ok, I think I have a few options for you. Wait right here," he said, walking away.

Bob returned with a few strollers, and then a few more. They tried Laylee in two of the options, until Rory found the one she wanted. It fit all her criteria: light and easy, folded with one pull and was easy to push. Logan bought all the accessories he could find for it, and they got a few more toys they saw along the way before heading home. Rory said she didn't really have the patience to look at furniture during that trip when she hadn't had the time to look at her research, and she wasn't about to make such an important purchase without doing the appropriate research. Logan smirked, and they headed home, both girls falling asleep during the ride.

Even though they had a nice and comfortable afternoon at home, Logan couldn't help but feel that Rory was avoiding him. She and Laylee slept when they came in, so he carried Rory to bed and let her continue sleeping, placing the car seat with the sleeping baby next to him as he did some work. When Laylee awoke, he took her to Rory and was slightly surprised to find her reading in bed. He left the room and went back to the office, where he listened to Rory talk to the baby through the monitor. He was touched to hear her tell Laylee about her appointment, and then just cuddle with the baby in bed. Taking a quick glance at the clock, he realized that it's almost time for Laylee's bedtime routine, and he went upstairs, feeling encouraged, taking the stairs two at a time.

"Hey Ace." He stood at the doorway, smiling when he saw Rory stretched out on her abdomen, across from Laylee in the exact same position, but fighting to hold her head up. "You guys having fun?"

"Oh, yeah, tons," Rory let out, tone suggesting sarcasm. "Every three seconds she starts complaining, so it's a minute of tummy time and two minutes mommy time." Her voice registered complaint, but the small smile on her face as she looked at the struggling child told him she actually enjoys this game of theirs.

"Well, how about we finish the exercise portion of the day and we could give her a bath? What do you say Ace?" He moved towards the bed, sitting next to her and fighting the urge to place his hand where her shirt has ridden up.

"You can give her a bath. I'm, uh, I'll just get you some pajamas," she said, sitting up in bed and intending to head to the laundry basket that was full of Laylee's clean cloths. He seized the opportunity a second before she hopped off the other side of the bed, and grabbed her shoulder, effectively halting her escape.

"Is everything ok?" he asked, a look of concern gracing his handsome face.

"Everything's fine," Rory answered too quickly for Logan's taste, all the while avoiding his eyes.

"Rory…" He tried, racking his brain to figure out what he did wrong.

"Everything's fine Logan, see?" She flashed him a smile, wiggling her way out of his grasp and crossing the room to where the basket was on the floor. "How long do you think it will take you?" She asked.

"How about you do it with me?" He looking deeply at her, watching as surprise moved across her features.

"Um, I don't… I mean- she's so little." Rory was scared. He knew she was scared, and he was determined to push her out of her comfort zone time and time again today.

"I'll be right there Ace, come on." He shot her a smile. "She really likes the bath, and it's really not that hard," he assured her. "Please Ror?" There was pleading in his voice, for something more than just this simple parental duty.

"Ok. But you have to show me everything, every single step… like they- like they showed us in the hospital," she whispered, and he scooped Laylee off the bed, put an arms around Rory's shoulder, and led both his girls to the bathroom.

"This isn't too, too bad, is it Ace?" he asked, smiling at her. She was sitting on a stool, leaning on the side of the big bathtub, so she could see the small blue baby bathtub where Laylee lay. Rory had both her hands in the water, constantly rewetting the wash cloth that was draped over Laylee's belly, tickling the little girl in the process. Logan was leaning against the wall, smiling at the amazing shift of mood in his wife. A thought crossed his mind, and he looked at her carefully for a minute, assessing the situation. "Hey Ace, I'm going to grab something. You going to be ok here for a minute?" he asked, hoping she won't suddenly lose confidence.

"Sure, I think I'm ok." She shot him a short smile, immediately turning her attention back to her daughter. "Daddy can leave, right, baby? Mommy is going to stay with you right here. Right here." She cooed at the baby, sending her big, bright smiles.

When Logan walked into the room a minute later, a camera in his hand, he stood by the wall again, snapping some shots of his girls. "Daddy back, you see? He wants to have some blackmail shots for the future," Rory jested, still smiling at the baby.

"Blackmail? Pshh. I'm thinking more towards embarrassing baby pictures to chase away any possible dates," he joked, all the while glowing inside at the sight of her interacting with their daughter.

"No worries baby girl, Mommy won't let him do that. No she won't let Daddy do that to you," she smiled, cooing at the infant. Logan stepped closer, camera in hand, so he was in Laylee's eyesight.

"We'll see about that, ok, Layles?" As soon as she heard his voice, a big smile appeared on Laylee's face, as she was staring into to Rory's eyes. Logan was quick enough to catch the beaming child on film, and proceeded to squeeze the button a couple more times, hoping she would smile again.

"Did you see that?" Rory squealed "Laylee! You smiled! Can you do it again for Mommy?" She asked the infant, excitement written all over her features.

"One more for Mommy, babe, ok?" he appealed to Laylee teasingly, dipping his hand in the water to tickle her chin. She smiled again, and at that moment, there was nothing that could make Rory happier.

"She's smiling, Logan! She's smiling! At a month old! Well, corrected, but still- that's totally on time!" Rory babbled, excited.

"Yes she did, Ace. Here, take this," he said, handing her the camera. "I'll take her out, before she turns into a fish." He threw her towel over his shoulder, and lifted the little girl high in the air yelling, "Drip dry the baby!" which caused her to smile again. Rory snapped some more pictures while Logan expertly wrapped Laylee in her ducky towel and put her on the changing table, rubbing her dry.

Rory watched as Logan gently took the sleeping baby from her, and placed her in the bassinet. He stood over it, just staring at Laylee, and Rory walked up to him, putting her hands around him and hugging him from the back. He turned in her arms, looking at her with a slight smile, and a shine in his eyes. She leaned up and kissed him, cupping his face in her hands, and he pulled her closer to him, as if breathing her in. She angled towards the bed, pulling him with her, until she felt her legs touch the edge. She pulled him over her, pushing his shirt up as she sneaked one hand under it.

Logan sucked in a deep breath, not wanting to stop, but understanding that he had too. "Rory…" His voice sounded so strained as he pulled away from her, standing up and running a hand through his hair. He saw the tears springing into her eyes, he saw her sitting up and pulling her legs to her chest, and then standing up and starting to head into their bathroom. "Ace, no. Come here." He tried to stop her, placing a hand on her wrist.

Rory's mind was racing. She didn't know how to react to this. He was pushing her away, again. Why would he be pushing her away? Didn't he want to be with her? Was she not the women he used to never get enough of? She knew that she had changed lately, knew that things were weird between them, but she never thought she would lose him. And there she was, being pushed away again. Did he not love her? No. Logan loves me. Why would he still stick around if he didn't? She didn't want to, but she doubted herself now. He hasn't looked at me the same way in a long time, she thought. There use to be a craving look in his eyes, a look of need. All he sees now is how pathetic I am.

"Why? You're obviously not attracted to me anymore," she spat out, tears running down her gorgeous face as she tries to pull out of his grasp.

"What?" he yelled out, immediately turning his head towards the bassinet, hoping his outburst hasn't woken up the baby. "What are you talking about?"

"I saw you. I saw that stupid girl at the store hitting on you... and you- you gave me that look that was-was full of-full of pity," she sobbed, barely able to get the words out. "Why would you want me when you can pretty much have any other-other, some who is-isn't a complete wreck?" She managed to pull her hand from his grasp, hugging herself as if to shield from him.

"Ace… Rory, hon, I have no idea what you're talking about," he tried to defend, moving a step closer to her.

"It's fine. You can tell me, I see it in your eyes. I know you don't-you don't want me anymore. You-you never lo-look at me the same anymore." She continued to swipe at her tears with the back of her hand. "You look at me like I'm fragile, and can break any second. Or worse, as if I'm broken already. So I get it- no need to pretend anymore." She turned to make her run in to the bathroom.

"Rory!" he said in a stern voice, attempting to make her meet his eyes. He placed his hand of her wrist, tugging her slightly to him. "I have absolutely no idea what this is about, Ace. But I can promise you one thing." He had her flush against him, using his other hand to tilt her chin up so her blue irises, the ones he loved so much, would meet his dark ones. "I am very, very attracted to you. I'm not pretending anything, Ace." He took his hand off her wrist, and placed it around her back, pulling her even closer to him, trying to show her. "See?"

"Oh," she managed, still sniffing, a look of confusion crossing her face. She was about to say something, when Logan wiped away her tears with both hands, and proceeded to cup her face and give her a long, tender kiss. She was confused now, trying to regain control of the thoughts swirling around in her head. "So why… why did you pull away?" she asked him, still not fully convinced. His eyes were boring holes in her, and she couldn't bring herself to look up into his eyes. She couldn't bring herself to see that soft gaze of his, as if she will fall apart any second now.

"I don't want… I don't want you to do anything that you are not ready for. Not just for me." He breathed out, running his hand through his messy blond hair again. "Not when I'm willing to wait forever for you. The last thing I want is to hurt you," he said, and her heart melted at his breaking voice. She dared to look in his face now, and saw his eyes glistering. Some lust, some frustration, and a whole lot of love. Not pity, not nobility, just tender love. All for me.

"Then don't. Kiss me Logan, make me feel like me again. Look at me like you used to." She walked up to him, looking deeply into his eyes, pulling him to her. "Make me feel alive again."

Rory snuggled into Logan, feeling better and safer than she has in month. Her head lay on his chest, so she could listen to his steady heartbeat, as she dozed off, a small smile on her lips.

Even as he just laid there, his finger playing with a lock of her hair, feeling her pressed up next to him, Logan's face could light up a tower. Suddenly he remembered something, and sucked in a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" Rory asked sleepily, placing her chin on his chest and looking in to his wide eyes.

"We forgot- we forgot protection," he said, rubbing his hand over his eyes. "In over a decade I have never forgotten. Never! How did this happen?!" He felt her shake with a silent laugh, and stared into her giggling face. "Why are you not freaking out? This is not good!"

"Oh, babe, don't worry." She placed a calming hand on his chest, putting her head down again. "I've been on the Pill since my six week post appointment." She traced circles on his chest, attempting to close her eyes again.

"Really?" he asked, torn between disbelief and relief.

"Umm-hmm," she mumbled, clearly wanting to get some sleep.

"Oh." They laid quietly, Logan trying to shut off his brain and get some sleep. He thought back to earlier in the day, lying on the couch with Laylee. "Oh, Ace," he whispered, hoping to find her still responsive.

"Ummm?"

"Did you happen to maybe dye Laylee's tips and not tell me?" He attempted to make a slight jest out of it, failing miserably as Rory gave him a look that clearly said are you out of your freaking mind?

"What?" She was shocked, that much he could tell from her tone.

"The tips of her hair, they looked reddish to me before," he answered sheepishly.

"And you thought I dyed my newborn's hair?" she asked him, growing more amused with this idea by the second. At the embarrassed look on his face, she added more gently, "I didn't. But I'll look at it in the morning. What do you know, we might have a redhead on our hands," she said, as she laid her head back on his chest for the final time that night, pecking a kiss on him in the process.

"God help us if she's one of Finn's 'chosen ones,'" Logan growled, kissing the top of her head. "Night Ace. I love you".

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