A/N: This is the longest its taken me to do an update, and for that I apologize. Things were really crazy yesterday. I had to deal with a severe injury at work for the first time as a supervisor and it kinda shook me up. You really don't know how to deal with situations like that, so when they happen, you kind of panic. It carried on past my shift, though, and I've just been having to process. Thank you for all the reviews, and I hope you don't hate me too much for a couple of reasons.
Rather than go the traditional honeymoon route due to Rory's pregnancy and Logan's immune system, the two opted for a week at the Vineyard - a wedding gift from Mitchum. Despite Shira's protests of him attending the wedding, he had gone which Rory knew made Logan happy. For once, his father was being his father, not his boss. Shira on the other hand, she was told to either be happy for them or not come. She chose the latter.
"It's mind boggling to think that three months ago we were here and we made this," Rory said with a smile as they snuggled on the couch, her hand on her stomach. She looked up at him, and he smiled at her before kissing her softly.
"What do you want to do today?" he then asked her as he took her free hand in one of his. She thought about it, trying to figure something out. It had rained for most of the day, so she didn't want to venture outside. Neither of them did, honestly. It was too gloomy.
"Well, we do have a fully stocked fridge and Mom did send us with all the candy necessary for multiple movies," she said, hinting at the one movie she wanted to watch in that moment.
"Willy Wonka?" he asked and she just nodded, a smile on her face. He leaned down, kissing her softly before standing up to get the food and put on the movie. She was glad to have the next two weeks with Logan. Sure, a week on the island with him might become a little cramped, but she was sure they'd find ways to relax the situation.
He laid out the spread of candy and leftovers before turning the movie on and taking back his seat next to Rory. She grabbed a bag of Red Vines as she snuggled into his side again, eyes fixed on the movie. She didn't notice that he was watching her more than the movie, or how he smiled when he noticed her mouthing along to the words. When the movie did end, she realized he was looking at her.
"What?" she asked, confused as to what his fascination was. Shouldn't he have been watching the movie? He knew the Gilmore - now Gilmore-Huntzberger - movie rules. No pausing, no bathroom breaks, no heating up food, and always watch the movie. "Do I have something on my face?" she then asked, wiping off whatever she thought might have been there.
"Am I not allowed to stare in awe at my beautiful wife?" he replied with a smirk. Rather than answering, she pulled him in for a kiss. "I guess I need to stare more often." She smiled, pulling him in for another kiss. When she pulled away, his eyes were half closed and a smile on his face. She bit her bottom lip before standing and leading him to the bedroom.
She guided him to the bed, only their hands touching and still sending fire through her. Not breaking eye contact once they were in the bedroom, she slowly pushed him until the backs of his legs hit the bed and he sat down. That night, they memorized each other in a new way, slow kisses, lingering touches, nothing rushed, nothing forced, nothing done without love.
Three months passed since that night. Three amazing months of love and devotion and happiness before reality came crashing down. She was six months along, starting to show. Her mom was jealous, Rory not having gained any weight besides in her belly. It was almost as if someone put a volleyball under her shirt.
"Logan," she said, walking into the apartment. They had been looking at houses, knowing the apartment wouldn't work once the baby was there. She had been expecting him to be sitting at his desk, typing as he worked on the next action plan for his father. However, when she looked, he wasn't there. "Logan?" she called out again. He would have told her if he was going out, and she knew he didn't have a doctor's appointment or a meeting with Melanie.
She sat her jacket down, looking around the apartment. The lights were off and the place was filled with silence. As she made her way further in, her foot met the ground with a crunch. Looking down, she saw she was stepping on glass. Her heart started racing as she kept walking. He was sitting on the couch, leaning back and staring straight ahead with a blank look on his face. She put her hand on his shoulder, but he didn't move, so she walked around the couch to stand in front of him.
"Logan?" she asked softly, getting on her knees in front of him. His cheeks were tear stained, his eyes rimmed red. His hands were shaking. "Honey?" Still no response. "Logan." He opened his mouth to say something, before shutting it again. She took his hands in hers, feeling them continue to shake. "What's going on, you're scaring me." He squeezed his eyes shut. Her mind automatically thought the worst, and she prayed she was wrong.
They stayed like that for several more minutes before she broke the silence. She had to know. "Is it…? Are you…?" She didn't know how to phrase the question. She didn't know how to ask him if he was dying. Rather than receive words as an answer, she received what she could only describe as a choked sob. Tears sprang to her eyes. "Come on," she said, standing and pulling him to the bed where she sat, leaning against the headboard while he laid down, his head resting on her lap. He held onto her legs as he bordered between catatonic and hysterical. Occasionally, she would hear him cry, other times he didn't move or make a sound.
She ran one of her hands through his hair, the other held onto his arm, not wanting to ever let go. As they sat there, she could feel the baby kicking as if a reminder of what she was gaining and what she was loosing. How long did he have? Would he be there to see his child be born? Would he get to see the first year? Would he get to be happy if only for a minute? How long did she have left with him?
"Logan!" she practically yelled as she stood at the counter in the kitchen. She had been making herself a snack when she felt it. It was nothing she'd felt before. He rushed in, concern and worry in his eyes. She just grabbed his hand, putting it on her stomach. Waiting a minute, she felt it again and a look of pure joy flooded his face.
"Is that…?" he asked and she just nodded. Their baby had been playing soccer with her bladder the past couple weeks, but this was the first time it decided to turn and let Logan feel.
That was a little over a month ago. A month ago, they had their future ahead of them. Now, it was crumbling down around them. She didn't know if she could do it. She didn't know if she could watch him die. She didn't know if she could raise their child by herself. But she knew both were going to happen, she knew she had no choice in either option. This was her life.