I felt really lost, I was sitting in a different apartment but there were pictures with Lena and Logan, I went to get up when Logan came into the room,
'No you don't.' he smirked, about the same age he is now and he came over to me, in the dream and knelt in front of me, and I had a huge stomach!
'I'm fat.' I pouted,
'You're beautiful. You always are, and its not fat. It's a baby.'
'A fat baby.'
'No, a healthy baby girl. She's going to be beautiful just like you.' He smiled and kissed my lips.
"BAH!" I screamed and fell off of the bed,
"Mommy?"
"Ace?" I heard from the door way at the same time, I grabbed my stomach, not big pregnant belly,
"Yeah, sorry." I groaned and flopped back over before shooting back up,
"Do I smell pancakes?" I asked, climbing off of the floor,
"Hogan can cook!" Lena clapped her hands, "And I help!"
"You let her near a stove?" I demanded,
"Do you think I'm an idiot? No, I had her stir at the table and sit on a stool away from the stove." He rolled his eyes, I let my eyes wander across his chest and strong arm before I heard a chuckle, "See something you like?"
"Oh shush," I blushed, and he held up coffee "Okay, now I do."
"Ouch," he smiled and we went back out into the kitchen, I looked around and everything was already washed and put away,
"How long did it take you to put everything away?" I smirked at him,
"Lena showed me your organization chart." He raised an eyebrow at me and I blushed, he sure knew me.
"And where are my pancakes?"
"Keeping warm in the oven,"
"Such a nice house wife." I laughed,
"One day?" he said softly, and I'm not sure if he meant for me to hear it or not but I smiled at him before taking my plate of food,
"Have you eaten little missy?" I asked her,
"Yep! And I have an orange!" she hopped off her stool to the living room.
"You got her to eat an orange?" I asked in shock,
"Why? Is she not supposed to have them?" Logan asked me, in a panic,
"No! No, she's fine just doesn't eat them usually." I smiled and took a big bite, "Okay, you're staying over more. I forgot that you could cook."
"You still can't?" he laughed,
"I can defrost things like a pro, learning a little bit of cooking." I shrugged, pointed to Lena, "I want her to have better nutrition then I did. Apparently I'm anemic, found out when I was pregnant."
"Um holy crap, are you okay?" he asked,
"Oh now, yeah I take iron and stuff some I'm set." I shrugged again, mowing down on my pancakes, "Did you eat any?" he asked,
"Yeah, you were asleep for a while."
"How long?"
"I was worried you had died." He laughed, "You needed it."
"Yeah, my mom and grandma sucks the life out of you." I sighed,
"What did your mom do? Just because she hates me, that's not new."
"She thinks you're like my dad, that's crap. He wasn't there at all, you are now and it was cause I didn't tell you...couldn't tell you."
"I swear on my iphone to never change my number without telling you again." He raised his right hand in the air,
"Deal," I shook his hand,
"You better promise the same Ace." He smirked,
"Fine, and I promise to never keep Lena from you." I told him, his green eyes darkened a little, "Unless, something happens." I whispered, we both knew something meant if he started drinking again
"Or if I turn into my father,in which case I ask you to shoot me."
"Sounds fun," I laughed, and put my plate in the dishwasher,
"Were you serious?" he asked me,
"About what?" I asked, keeping half an eye on Lena who seemed completely absorbed in SpongeBob,
"About last night, about love feelings." He asked, awkwardly and shy completely unlike Logan Huntzburger,
"Yes, unless it prompts you to leave." I repeated myself, I don't matter Lena does,
"You forget you're allowed to be happy. Lena is amazing but the world doesn't revolve around her,"
"My world does." I shot back,
"I'm not going anywhere. I love Lena, I always have. I just didn't know who she was." He smirked, flashing white teeth that showed the sincerity behind his smile more than just a smirk,
"I want to take you out." He blurted out,
"Like in the Godfather?"
"Yes, exactly like that. No Ace, I want to take you the the Publishing Group Ball."
"A ball? So, like Cinderella instead?"
"You're getting closer, yes I need a date and if I show up alone again Honour may punch me for not asking you."
"So I'm arm candy,"
"Exactly," he laughed, "You're so much more then arm candy. And you could cover it, if you really want to."
"We already have someone."
"Then Lorelai gets her granddaughter for a night." He offered up,
"I doubt she'd like taking care of her so I can go out with you."
"I'll sneak her full caffeine coffee."
"Boy, do you know your audience." I laughed, looking into his beautiful eyes, "Fine."
"Lacking enthusiasm but I'll take it."
"Well I guess I have to get a dress." I sighed,
"I can call my shopper, she'll bring a bunch of things here for you to try on. Size 6 right?"
"Um, yeah. What is a shopper?"
"You're kidding,"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"Guess no, she does all my shopping for me so I don't have to go and brave a mall by myself."
"Wow...is that lazy?"
"Do you mind?"
"No, it's perfect." I laughed,
"Mommy, bath time." Lena came over to me,
"Make you call to...?"
"Chanel," he fought to keep a straight face,
"Oh help me," I sighed and took Lena to her bath and smiled at Logan which earned a real teeth bearing smile right back to me.
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3 Years After
FanfictionIt's been 3 years since Rory walked away from Logan's Proposal, a little surprise was hidden from him though. Its 3 years later, and Rory is working at the New York Times, and imagine her surprise to see Logan, and imagine his to see Rory's daughter.
