3 Years After

Chapter 1

It has been three years since I last saw Logan at my graduation. Since I watched the love of my life walk away because I was too stupid to realize that the happiest I could be was with him. I thought I could never love anyone as much as I loved him, but then I had my daughter more than I thought possible. I loved my daughter; Lena. A name we had talked about when we were together, just before he proposed I thought we were just playing around-turns out we weren't- my guess is that was the night we conceived Lena- a broken condom was the result of our beautiful girl. I tried to call Logan, but it always went straight to voicemail and shortly after that it turned out the number has been disconnected. He did everything to get away from me- he would never know his daughter- what was worse is that she would never know him.

I had moved to Hartford working at the Chronicle, after just two years (I kept writing after I had Lena from home) and I got a job working at the New York Times. With some help from Grandma and Grandpa (who were livid I had gotten pregnant and separated us for almost a year) I managed to rent an apartment and with help from Mom and Luke I got a car and was able to afford everything that I needed to take care of myself and Lena. Now with the paycheck I was earning from the Times, I was living comfortably on my own. Lena was old enough to do to daycare which made it easier because I wasn't constantly running to check on her in the nursery at the Times.

"Mommy!" she squealed and was running/falling across the court yard to me. Her blonde pigtails bouncing as she ran her bright blue eyes shining brightly she wore her little pink skirt and a t-shirt Lane had managed to find that was black and said "Sesame Rock' and had all the characters wearing sunglasses,

"Hi baby!" I kneeled down in my suit, black A-line skirt and white blouse; I had left my jacket in the silver SUV I had parked,

"How was school?" I asked, she had a little book in her hands just like me she was quite the reader she was reading at a third grade level

"I made a friend!"

"You did!" I was a little surprised she was quite shy like me but every once and a while she was a little wild thing, "Who was it!"

"Her name was Katie!" she said happily, "She has blonde hair too! Do you want to meet her Mommy?"

"Of course I would," I smiled and took her hand we rounded the corner and there was a large black, expensive sedan waiting there and a familiar blonde kneeling next to it, talking to a little girl with blonde hair,

"Hi Katie! This is my Mommy!" Lena said proudly, and Honour looked up at me,

"Rory!?" she gasped,

"Honour, what? Uhm congratulations on a daughter." I said breathlessly, she rested her hand on her stomach slightly rounded,

"Another baby on the way," she smiled,

"Mommy, this is my friend Lena!" Katie tugged on Honours arm,

"Of course, hi Lena, nice to meet you my name is Honour. Honey, how old are you?" Honour smiled,

"I'm 3!" Lena smiled and held up 3 fingers,

"Are you now?" Honour smiled and stood back up raising eyebrows at me, "Well if our girls here are going to be friend's maybe we should arrange a play date?" Honour suggested and pulled out a piece of paper and wrote her phone number on it. I pulled out a business card that I had prepared and scribbled my cell phone number on that back,

"Let's go sweetie," I took Lena's hand and started toward the car,

"Rory, just...is she?" Honour asked, we both know what she was asking 'is she Logan's?'

"Yeah, she is." I said solemnly.

"Mommy?" Lena asked as I buckled her in the car,

"Yes baby?"

"Did you know Katie's Mommy?"

"From a really long time ago," I smiled slightly and finished buckling her in. I drove us back to our apartment I gripped the steering wheel tight hoping that Honour wouldn't tell Logan about Lena. I tried to tell him, he didn't answer he lost out on knowing his daughter he's not going to be my dad an in and out parents who shows up when he feels like seeing her. That is not an option.