A Light in the Life

Chapter 10 - Something Ours.

Disclaimer: I don't own the story or characters featured in Gilmore Girls, however I have a fertile mind and a fan orphan heart.

Warning: Possibly Mature content ahead.

A/N: I hope you had a nice holiday! Sorry for the slow update. Busy life, my friends! Enough with the apologies and let's celebrate that this is CHAPTER 10, right? I'm here doing the victory dance. Please, celebrate with me! So, CHAPTER TEN! Let's get some Sophie.

CHAPTER 10 – SOMETHING OURS

The place was surprisingly quiet for a bar. Isolated from everything else, I could hear it was drizzling slightly outside, like a sound effect. I was sitting on a red booth, letting my body relax, my arms fell to my sides and my legs were still. Slowly I closed my eyes, my mind was half-asleep, uncertain if I truly should make a move.

Logan was right in front of me. The knot of his tie was loosened and the top button of his shirt was unfastened. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and it was clear that he had run his hand through his tousled hair a number of times.

We hadn't talked much. To be honest, I preferred it. I was still enjoying the feeling of having a huge weight coming off my shoulders. I felt like myself again, not a tomb of secrets about to overflow. I didn't rush Logan and let him take his time. His caramel-colored eyes revealed the conflict inside him, biting his fingers in order to suppress the anxiety.

Inside, I was still ecstatic with the last few minutes. I imagined this moment happening in many ways, but not this one. He kissed me. What did that mean? Those were my last thoughts as my body floated, weightless. Why did he do it?

"So..." Finally, he broke the silence.

"So..." I glanced back at him, shuddering at the thought of what was coming.

"How long?" Logan asked, cleaning his throat. He measured his voice, the tone more serious than I've ever heard before. His eyes were restless, blinking briskly as he tried to formulate a line of reasoning.

Theoretically, this was an easy question, but I hesitated to answer it. I spent too much time hiding the truth from him, now I felt ashamed. His eyes were insistent in their supplication and he sighed with deep feeling.

"Sixteen weeks!" The words crawled out my mouth, while I stared at my feet.

He widened his eyes even more. If I wasn't mistaken, it was indeed the face of disappointment.

"All this time?" Logan said, baffled. I frowned at his tone. I knew that I must have hit a nerve.

I tried to argue, but my brain wouldn't come up with a good rebuttal, probably because he was right.

"Yes..."

"So, in Maine" He nodded to himself. "You already knew." He concluded, pointedly.

"Yes..." I murmured, biting my lips.

Logan ran his hands over his face, closing his eyes in disapproval. Tension thickened the air between us, and I held my breath.

A waiter approached and saluted us. "Welcome to the Red Lion!" He tried to sound excited, but noticed the mood at the table. We felt uncomfortable with the timing, but which was so subtle or low-key that we were unsure of how to respond.

The waiter listed the menu politely. I was so worried I could not keep up with what he said. Neither of us seemed to have paid any attention to what he offered us. Instead, we were stuck in our angst gaze.