Reflecting their own light: Rory and Logan

Chapter 32

Thirty-seven weeks and I was bigger than this house!  Three weeks left and I could hardly stand it anymore!  When was this baby coming out of me?  She's been using my bladder as a trampoline and practicing some sort of mixed martial arts.  Sleeping was becoming more and more uncomfortable no matter what position I tried.  The doctor still hadn't released me from bed rest.  I pleaded my case, but the doctor said maybe next week.

"Logan, I am going stir crazy!  I have to get out of this house.  It's starting to feel like I'm trapped," I said.

"I'm just trying to follow the doctor's orders and keep you and the baby safe," he replied.

"Maybe we can break the rules and just get out of here.  We could go to Martha's Vineyard.  I can relax outdoors, by the ocean and away from here!"

"Oh, Ace, you should know better than to ask me to break the rules, especially doctor's orders," Logan replied laughing, and kissing me on the cheek.  "If you want to get out of here, we'll go.  I just don't like the idea of being too far away in case Little Ace decides to make her arrival.  You're in the home stretch now, and she could come at any time."

"Then what do you have in mind?  It had better include getting me out of the house!" I said.

"How about we head into the city?  We can take a carriage ride through Central Park, go out for dinner....what do you say?"

"Sounds like a dream come true!  Fresh air!  Food!  Oh, and a carriage ride," I replied, smiling and laughing.

"Your wish is granted!" Logan said.

Forty weeks had come and gone.  Little Ace didn't seem like she was in any hurry to make her debut.  I can't blame her.  I'm sure she was all cozy in the enclosed hot tub known as my womb.  No hurry to poke her head into the cold, cruel world.  My weekly doctor appointments weren't showing any progress either.  It was becoming disheartening, but I had been sprung from my bed rest orders.  I didn't think she was every going to come out.  I've tried bumpy roads, spicy foods, long walks, and everything in between to no avail.  I guess it's for the best since we still hadn't settled on a name.  Nothing seemed quite right, or good enough for her.

"Ok, little girl!  I'm posting your eviction notice today, time....NOW!  You've overstayed your welcome and it's time for you to come out!" I said to my stomach.

"Ace, I don't think that's gonna work.  She's a Gilmore.  She takes orders from no one," Logan replied, laughing.

"I'm miserable and I need to be done with this pregnancy.  This is all your fault, you know!"

"How is this my fault?  I do believe I gave you a key to your own room.  Who said, Where's your room?"

"I have no recollection of your tale," I replied with a sly smile.

"I'm hurt," Logan said, feigning heartbreak.

"Stop being so soft, Huntzberger!"

"You've broke me, what I can say?" he replied, smirking.

"Broke you?  I doubt that.  Maybe you've just mellowed in your old age," I said with a wink.

"Old age?  Your insults have become weak, Ace!" Logan laughed.

"It's this whole baby brain thing.  She sucking the smarts right outta me!" I said, feeling a slight pain reminiscent of the ones I felt weeks ago.  It wasn't much of anything, but maybe, she had finally decided to listen to me.

"Are you ok?" Logan asked.

"Yeah, I think I just felt a contraction, but it was very light," I replied.