"Doyle?" she said.

"Sorry, Rory.  I didn't know where else to go.  I have nowhere else to go."

"What are you talking about?  I thought you were writing screenplays and had a loft in Tribeca," she replied.

"I was, and I did.  One day, you're crashing in Ratner's pool house, and the next, no one even remembers who you are.  No one's throwing any fat sacks of cash at me.  I've really made a mess of things," Doyle confessed.

"I'm so sorry, Doyle.  This is awful.  Have you talked to Paris?"

"No.  There's no way I could face her after what I've done," he replied.

"You need to talk to her."

"I will.  Just not tonight."

"Why don't you stay here tonight, Doyle?" I suggested. 

"Yes, you can stay here.  Tomorrow, we can figure out how to help you face Paris," she said.

"Really?" he said with a hopeful smile.

"We all know that Paris is a force to be reckoned with and you'll need all the help you can get," she replied.  "Go grab your stuff and I'll show you upstairs."

Doyle returned a few moments later with a small duffle bag.  I watched as Rory brought him upstairs.  It was no bother to help out a friend.  We had plenty of room and Doyle's always been a decent guy.  In fact, I felt bad for him at the Yale Daily News because he'd get caught in the crosshairs of my father's plans for me.  He'd ride Doyle about me getting bylines, and I wanted nothing to do with the business.  It's amazing how far I've come in the sense.

After a few minutes, Rory came back downstairs.  I probably should have taken Doyle upstairs, but I think he's more comfortable talking to her.  If she wasn't up for taking the stairs, she would have asked me to do it.  Besides, she's just so much better with this kind of thing than me.

"So, what's going on with Doyle?"

"I think he's out of a job and wants to get back together with Paris, but you know her.  This is not going to be easy," she replied.

"No, it's not," I said with a little laugh.  "I just don't know what we can do to help him without poking the bear."

"More like hornets' nest," she said.  "I'm not sure what we can do either, Logan."

"I say we go to bed and figure it out tomorrow," I suggested.

"That means I have to take those stairs again, doesn't it?" she said and laughed.  "We should have put in an elevator!"

I woke up in the next morning feeling pretty good.  I loved waking up next to Rory.  It was comforting to know she was there, by my side and I was by hers, just as it was always meant to be.  I noticed her stirring next to me.

"Morning, Ace," I said and kissed her.

"Morning, Logan," se replied and paused.  "Oh, no!  What time is it?  They are delivering the nursery furniture at 9 this morning."

"It's only 8.  You have plenty of time before they get here.  Now, I want you to sit back and relax.  I'm going to bring you breakfast in bed," I said with a grin.

"You don't have to do that," she replied.  She paused for dramatic effect.  "Ok, if you insist!"

I made my way downstairs to the kitchen.  I prepared breakfast for Rory and made some coffee.  I knew the morning would be complete without her limited daily caffeine intake.  I even made extra for our unexpected guest.

On my way back to our room, I ran into Doyle in the hallway.  I really didn't want to have a run-in with him first thing in the morning, but he was in a pretty bad spot.  I definitely wouldn't want to be in his shoes.  Paris scares me more than my father ever has.

"I wanted to thank you, again, for letting me crash here, and helping with Paris," Doyle said.  "I don't even know if she'd consider taking me back.  I can't face her after what I've done, what I've said.  I was going totally Hollywood.  I don't know what I'm going to do!"

"It's not a problem, Doyle.  Mi casa es su casa.  I made enough breakfast, so go down and help yourself," I proffered.  I wasn't quite ready to deal with any Paris and Doyle drama yet.

"You really are a stand-up guy, Logan," he replied.

I watched Doyle head down the stairs, and turned to our bedroom.  I opened the door and saw Rory on the bed.  She looked freshly showered and comfortable.

"He still wears is 'Property of Alcatrez' pajama pants," I said and shook my head in disbelief.  I remembered Rory mentioning it early on when we first starting dating at Yale.

"You're kidding me, right?"

"No, I'm not.  He was just out in the hall.  I told him to go downstairs and get some breakfast," I replied.

"This breakfast looks amazing, Logan," she stated.

She began eating the feast I'd made.  I really enjoyed doing these kinds of things for her.  I want to treat her like a queen.  Just as she finished, the doorbell rang.  She started to get out of bed to answer.  I figured it was the nursery furniture.

"You stay here.  I'll go let them in," I said.

"Are you sure?  I'm feeling pretty good right now."

"Yes, I'm sure," I replied and looked at her.  "If you'd like, you can show them where to put things.  This way, you don't have to do the stairs and you can have a little more time without Doyle's drama."

"Do you know something I don't know?"

"He might have started in earlier until I redirected him to food.  Saved myself for the time being," I replied and smiled.

"This is going to be much bigger than we thought, isn't it?"

"Is anything involving Paris ever small?  We need to be very careful and treat lightly."

"I guess our best course of action is to connect the dots, then figure out what we are going to do from there," Rory suggested.

The doorbell rang a second time.  I hurried out of the room and down the stairs to the front door.  It was about the right time for the delivery guys.  I opened the door, and to my surprise, it was definitely not them.