Unfinished Business

7

Rory:

I stood in the archway behind Logan as I felt to blood drain from my face. This wasn't supposed to be happening. I was supposed to get the chance to tell him first, even though I knew no matter what he was going to hate me. Hell I hated myself.

I watched the emotions play over has face as he looked down at our little girl. shock, confusion, hurt, anger. I knew the moment her looked at her he would know who she was. What I had kept from him. I felt myself breaking inside know there was the very real possibility that he was about to walk out of my life, not wanting anything to do with me.

There seemed to be a ringing in my ears, causing my not to be able to hear a word they were saying. I just saw his mouth moving as he spoke to her. What was I going to do? How could I fix this, especially at this late hour.

I felt presence of my mom come up behind me and I looked her way with desperation in my eyes, silently screaming for her to help. Then I watched her pick up Logan and walk into another room with her. Now it was my turn, it was time to face what I had done.

"So are you going to tell me exactly what the hell is going on here?!" He snapped at me, causing me to flinch. In all the years I'd known him I had never seen him so visibly mad. No, mad wasn't an adequate word for what he was.

"Let's go outside." I managed to squeak out, as a stepped out the door closing behind me and walking out by the cars.

"What's going on Rory? Who is that little girl?" He asked still steaming, visibly hold back after he saw me flinch. I new a had to be delicate here though, I didn't want him to explode and this situation, this was a time bomb just waiting to go off.

"You were supposed to meet me at Weston's, and you said you would call when you got close. How could you just--" I started, but he quickly cut me off. Why did I say that? Why was I trying to turn this around, trying to make it his fault? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Oh enough with the crap!" He snapped again, "Is this way you didn't want me coming to the house? Who is that child Rory? An why in the world does she look like me?" He asked me. I shook my head slightly. C'mon Logan was all I could think. A smart man like him could figure it out. But he stood there waiting for an answer.

"Logan." I started to say calmly. "You're not idiot. You can put two and two together. Who do you think that little girl is." I said. I could feel the moisture starting to fill my eyes as I knew after this I would most likely lose him forever, and all due to what I've done. But I continued. "I know your gonna hate me. I can accept that. I accepted that a long time ago. I didn't want to ruin your life. So I didn't say anything. I mean, you have Odette and your life in London..." I couldn't continue. Thinking about the happiness he probably had over there, with his, with his wife. He had a whole new life, and I couldn't bear the thought of it.

"Rory. How...How old is that child in there?" He finally asked.

Then I took a deep breath and told him. "She's three years old."

"She's three." He said so low it was almost inaudible as he tried to take it in.

"Yes." It was the only thing I could think of saying.

"She's three years old." He said once more while pushing his hands through his hair in frustration. The I could see him doing the math, counting backwards to figure out exactly when--

And then I saw everything click into place. I watched his face change and turn to an emotion I didn't think of. I was ready for anger and hate. But what I saw, I wasn't expecting. I saw anguish as his head dropped to look at the snow on the ground.

Then without a word he climbed in his car and took off. He was gone. I stood there for a minute, accepting what he had chosen, pulling myself together. I didn't need our daughter seeing me like this.