3 Years After

Chapter 12

Logan and I spent the rest of the afternoon working on my piece on him, as well as me filling him in on everything about Lena's life. From the complications while I was pregnant with her, to her teething, potty training and everything in between,

"I can't believe I missed so much," he sighed, as I poured him a glass of Sprite, "Huh, something without caffeine?"

"I was sick about a week ago, and it helped settle my stomach." I shrugged, and sipped on my coffee,

"You know not to put anything about this," he gestured around him, "In the article."

"You forgotten I went to Yale?" I smirked,

"So did I," he laughed,

"You were more than smart enough to get in; you just chose not to try."

"So, fill me in." he said,

"On...?"

"The last 3 years."

"I already told you everything about Lena, and you have the albums-,"

"I didn't ask about Lena, I want to know what happened to you."

"Nothing, I got pregnant and my world revolved around Lena."

"Then why was your grandma being crazy?"

"Because she is crazy," I laughed breathlessly,

"Aside from that," he chuckled,

"She was mad. Mom and I went over for a typical Friday night dinner after I graduated, it was about 2 weeks after graduation and...and you left. I had my morning sickness a night, because, well when do I do anything the normal way and she served veal which set off my stomach. My mom knew at that point and Grandma knew what it was instantly because...I don't know why. And she started screaming, yelling at me for 'ruining my life that same what my mother did' and then she demanded to know who the father was. When I refused to tell her that, she told me to get out of her house and she never wanted to see me again, so I went back to Stars Hollow, wrote for Hugo from my house. I stopped writing after I had Lena, because having a screaming baby at night and then her perfectly quiet during the day kind of screws up your cycle and then I started writing again, using Hayden instead of Gilmore. People instantly responded much better to that, because I wasn't related to Mitchum or the Huntzburger's in anyway," I looked up at Logan who looked a little hurt, but smiled one he caught my eye "Sorry, uhm but yeah eventually the Times started following my pieces and offered me a job and the end." I laughed,

"You didn't really answer my question." Logan pointed out,

"Your question was what happened with me outside of Lena. She is my whole world; all that happened is exactly what I listed. I haven't had a boyfriend or been with a man since you."

"Not even a little bit?" he asked,

"I'm not really sure what that means but no." I blushed furiously as I scribbled down some notes on those that I already had about Logan, "Have you?"

"Been with a man? No, I haven't. Although making out with you in a suit made me wonder," he flashed me that classic Logan smirk,

"Ha ha," I smiled at him,

"But yeah, I'm kind of surprised you'd ask."

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" I asked,

"Why?"

"I just want to know, if you're going to be bringing another person into her life."

"No Ace, you're the only girl I ever wanted to be my girlfriend." He looked at me unblinking, realizing that he called me Ace and wanted to see if I said anything no doubt,

"So, what? You're back to being a player?" I asked him point blank, I wasn't going to sugar coat this,

"Wow, you're not messing around." He chucked, "I was for a few months after we broke up but I didn't enjoy it or it wasn't the same."

"Let me guess, you the infamous playboy Logan Huntzburger, is a monk now?" I asked,

"Pretty sure to pass monk school you have to not have been in rehab." He chuckled; I could read right through him. These jokes about rehab and such aren't because he really thinks it's funny or he's over it, he's dealing with it the only way he knows how and that's to make light of it, and I'd be damned if I ruined that for him,

"Monk school, really?" I laughed,

"Never actually knew what it was called," he laughed,

"A monastery,"

"Of course you'd know," he laughed, and caught my eyes and we just got lost in each others' eyes. I was the first to snap out of it, I knew we couldn't have a situation like ealier on our hands,

"Uhm, I want to get to working on this." I mumbled, drawing circles at the bottom of the page,

"Can I come with you tomorrow to pick up Lena?" Logan asked me,

"Of course you can." I smiled, I was looking forward to him getting to know her I was only hoping that this excitement didn't falter. I was tucking my pages and putting my notes in a purple binder labelled HUNTZBURGER PUBLISHING GROUP while Logan opened the door,

"Rory?" he said softly,

"Yeah?"

"Thank you,"

"For what?" I asked looking at his face, an expression I couldn't quite read,

"For letting me know her."