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Logan's POV:

"Hello?" I say absentmindedly into the phone. I'm sitting in my office, reviewing the latest draft agreement sent to me by my father. I can't believe he's actually agreed to this. Well, I guess he doesn't know my whole plan, but everything is finally coming together. It's been almost two months since I showed up at his office in Hartford and demanded a meeting. Two months. Two months since Rory ended things. Can't think about that now Logan, focus.

"Logan, why are you still at work?" Odette whines through my phone, "you're always at work, I want to go out!"

"So go out" I reply, "I'm sure you have a friend who would be more than happy to spend the evening with you."

"You know I can't! Last time I went out with a friend I ended up in a tabloid, and my daddy was so pissed that he took away my black card. It took me weeks to convince him that Benoit is gay!"

"Benoit is gay?" I ask.

"No" she laughs, "that's why it took me so long to convince daddy! Please, Logan? When are you going to be home?"

I sigh. Now is as good a time as any. "Listen Odette, I'll be home soon. We need to talk."

I sign the Agreement in front of me and walk out of my office. I hand the Agreement to my assistant, Amanda. "I need this sent overnight to my father in Hartford please Amanda, I have to go". Amanda looks at me knowingly. She has been my assistant since I returned to HPG five years ago and she is more like a mother to me than my own mother ever was.

"OK Logan, I hope you know what you're doing".

I smile weakly at her. I hope so too.

I walk into my penthouse and climb the stairs to the second floor living room. Odette is on the phone but quickly hangs up. She looks at me, a confused expression on her face. "Sorry, that was Philipe. He's apologized. What is there for us to talk about Logan?".

"I don't want to marry you" There. I said it out loud. Like ripping off a bandaid.

"Oh please, like either of us have a choice" she snorts. "We both knew what we were getting into. There is no more of a chance of your father letting you out of this arrangement than there is of my father letting me. You think I like having to see my boyfriend secret? Having to pretend like we broke up and explain to him why I was leaving him in Paris to move in with you?! You know that our fathers need this marriage to happen! I've accepted it, why can't you"

I sigh again. I remember when my father sat me down nearly two years ago to tell me about his plan to merge HPG's electronic media department with Noveaux Média Dubois, the up and coming electronic news site owned by French millionaire Martin Dubois. The numbers, the figures, everything he presented to me was so logical that I actually was agreeing with everything Dad was saying. For a change. I knew that he had been trying to bag Dubois's company for a while, so had a few of our competitors. I actually laughed when he told me the final part of the plan to get board approval was for me to marry Martin Dubois's only daughter, Odette.

Apparently it wasn't a joke. We were introduced by our fathers in a conference room in Marseilles that weekend. She looked as miserable as I felt about everything, but she seemed to come around to the idea much more quickly than I did. She was a nice enough girl, and there was no denying she was beautiful. But she wasn't Rory. Odette was like the society girls I grew up with. She had her rebellious party girl side, and was in love with a painter that her parents did not approve of, but at the end of the day she had known since she was a little girl that someday she would be expected to marry whomever her parents felt was suitable. Our engagement was announced four days after we met. We made some public appearances together as was expected of us, and on a few drunken occasions we had fallen into bed together. While we resigned ourselves our future together, neither of us were deluding ourselves into believing this was love, and neither of us was foolish enough to believe the other was faithful. Odette spoke openly about her on and off relationship with Philipe, the painter her parents thought so little of, or her flings whenever Philipe and her were 'off' again. But while Odette knew I was no monk, I never talked about other girls with her. I know she assumed there wer other girls, but I never told her that there was just one girl, the girl. Rory. It wasn't so much discretion that prevented me from talking about her, it was just too painful.

When I ran into Rory in Hamburg I thought it was fate. I almost didn't approach her, but glutton for punishment that I am, I could not resist. I convinced her to join me for a drink and I could swear that she looked as happy to see me as I was to see her, if not a little surprised. I was a little buzzed when I finally worked up the courage to kiss her in the hotel bar and when she agreed to go back to my room with me I could not believe it. I had been "engaged" to Odette for about 4 months at that point, but Rory never mentioned it and I was not going to bring it up that night. Maybe she didn't know. I had been lost since she rejected me all those years ago and I was not going to risk her bolting on me again. Not when I just got her back in my life. The next morning I lay in bed watching her sleep. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and I knew Collin and Finn would mock me incessantly if I ever admitted it, but it finally felt like my life was right again. I'd walked away from HPG once and I would do it again if my dad would not listen to reason. I had my Ace back and I would not lose her. She woke up in my arms and I was ready to beg her to take me back, to tell her that we belonged together, when my fucking cell phone rang and ruined everything. She handed me my phone from the pocket of my pants, which had landed on the floor on her side of the bed in our mad stumble through the bedroom the night before, and as soon I saw the look on her face as she read the name "Odette" flashing on the screen I knew that she knew. I started to stutter, trying to get the words out quickly enough to explain how this farce of an engagement came about and how I planned to tell my dad off, but before I could explain Rory starting rambling on about Vegas and no strings. She was out of my suite before I could even form a coherent thought.

So when I ran into her again a few months later in London, I didn't dare approach any serious topics. She'd rejected me once, I reasoned. If this was the only way I could have her it would have to do for now. It was better than nothing. So I stayed silent, hoping and praying that one day she would want to settle down. With me. I didn't talk to her about Odette. Every time I saw her it became harder and harder not to tell her how much I loved her. I suffered in silence every time she left me again, and every time I saw the name Paul pop up on her phone i died a little on the inside thinking about my Ace with someone else. Even someone as forgettable as Paul. When Finn and Collin came to visit me and told me about running into "reporter girl" and her boring boyfriend Paul at a bar in Manhattan, I got so drunk that I ended up in Paris without any memory of getting there. As if sex with Odette would make me forget Rory. Like anyone could ever make me forget about Rory. That was the first time I slept with Odette and I didn't even remember it. It happened a few more times over the months that followed, but it never meant anything to either of us, that was very clear. The last time that we had fallen in bed together I called her Rory by mistake. She never questioned me about it, but we hadn't so much as kissed since then. Stephanie told me that the last time she was in town vistiting, Odette asked her who Rory was, but apparently Steph didn't tell her much. Odette did tell Steph that she'd seen a picture of me and Rory together in an old newspaper article and heard rumours about my ex-girlfriend rejecting my proposal, but she never brought it up with me. We are going to be a marriage of convenience after all, just a business arrangement.

We were fine living our separate lives, in separate countries, but no. Our dad's were getting impatient. With increased pressure from both of our fathers, Odette had caved and moved in with me about six months ago. It wasn't so bad he tried to reason with himself. It was like having a roommate who shared your bed with you, but he couldn't bring himself to tell Rory about it. Odette showed up with her suitcases not two hours after Mitchum's phone call decreeing that he would move in with his fiancé to keep up appearances whether he wanted to or not. Apparently she was told the same story by her father the day before and didn't ask questions. I knew Rory was coming back to stay with me in a few weeks and I didn't know how to break the news to her. So I put it off… and put it off. I could hear the hurt in her voice when she called and found out and it nearly brought me to my knees.

I convinced Collin, Finn and Robert to help me surprise Rory with a LDB style evening to cheer her up. They have been nagging me forever to end things with Odette and tell Rory how I really feel about her, but they also know all too well about familial pressures. The evening went off without a hitch, but it only reminded me more with every passing moment that the woman I loved and the woman I was engaged to marry were not the same woman. It hurt me to my very core. When Rory asked me if I was really going to marry Odette I should have come clean with her, I should have told her that she had only to say the word and we could be together again, but I couldn't. We were Vegas and that was what Rory wanted. It had to be that way, at least that is what I thought until my Ace decided to end things with me after a perfect night. Her no strings version of us did not work – surprise, surprise – so it was time for them to try things his way. He just needed to convince her of that fact. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so I had gone straight to my father's office and demanded an audience with Mitchum. It's taken longer than I hoped for my plan to come together, but it would work. I know it will work. It had to work.

"Logan!" Odette's voice brings me back to the present, to the conversation I have been wanting to have since dear old Dad dragged me into that boardroom in Marseilles.

"I just can't Odette. I'm sorry, it's over. Don't you ever want more for yourself, to make your own decisions about your life? I am done letting Mitchum control me"

She looks at me for a minute and smiled. "Good for you Logan. I'm not going anywhere tonight though, it's late. I'll get out of here tomorrow. Philipe will be happy to see me. I'm not telling daddy though, you'll have to break the news." I guess they're on again I think to myself. As I get ready for bed, I feel my excitement building. It's almost time.

It takes Odette most of the next day to make arrangements to have her things shipped back to Paris. We agreed not to announce the end of our engagement for a week. I needed to wait until my dad signs the Agreement that was on it's way to Hartford. It was not difficult to convince Odette to wait, it meant she could quietly sneak back into Paris to spend a week with Philipe before she has to face her dad. It was around 4pm when Odette walked into my home office to let me know that she was heading out and that the movers would be there the next day to collect her things. She is walking out the door and I just can't wait any longer. I dial Ace's number. I can't risk leaving London right now or my dad will know something is up, but I've got to convince her to come see me. I need to tell her everything, but it needs to be in person.

The phone rings and rings before I am sent to voicemail. "Ace" I say, and the longing in my voice is obvious even to me. "Please, call me back. I know that you said you didn't need me saving you anymore, but I need you. I don't want to save you, I just want to be with you. I love you Ace, and I can't stand being away from you. I'm not marrying Odette. We belong together Ace, you and me. We both know it." I hang up. Great, that wasn't part of the plan. Why didn't she just pick up? I didn't mean to spill my guts to her god damn voicemail. The doorbell rings and I sigh. What now? It can't be the movers already. I make my way downstairs towards the door as the doorbell rings again. Jesus, impatient much I think to myself as pick up the pace. I open the door.

"What do you wa-" I stop, my mind not believing what I'm seeing. I stare blankly at my unexpected guest. "Ace?"

"Ace?" I know I must have the stupidest look on my face, but I just can't believe that she is here. "How did you… you're… what are you doing here?"

Her eyes are wide and panicked. "Logan, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have just shown up like this. I know I ended things but I was scared and you are engaged and I know that I said Vegas but you know that I am a girlfriend girl and I just didn't think you would want me back after I said no but I love you, and I have always loved you and and now here I am your pathetic ex-girlfriend showing up unannounced and I didn't even think about you fiancé and she saw me downstairs and I think she knew who I was and now…Oh God, I've screwed everything up!"

I can't help but smile. She's here. She's rambling, but she's here and she said she loves me. I can't resist. I lean in and kiss her, gently at first but the passion and longing I feel cannot be restrained for long and soon I have pulled her through the front door and into the foyer. We break apart and I can't help but ask, "You love me?"

She bursts into tears. This is not what I expected. "I'm sorry, I know that you're with Odette now, I didn't mean to let that slip out." She cries.

I pull her into a hug. "Hey calm down, I whisper. "It's okay. What are you doing here?"

She sits down on the bottom step and takes a few big breaths and her crying stops. Oh God, what has happened? She looks up at me, her beautiful blue eyes big and shining as she wipes away the last of her tears. She whispers something but I can't make out what she said. "Ace, speak up" I coax, "I didn't hear you".

"I said, I'm pregnant"

AN: Thanks for all the feedback so far! It's my first time posting anything on here and I didn't realize that the page breaks I had in my word document didn't show up on here. I think I have it figured out now!