Authors Note: HOLY GILMORE GIRLS REVIVAL! I laughed, I cried…it was the best 360 minutes of my life! Oh those last four words though! It wouldn't be our beloved Amy if she didn't leave us with an opening like that. I feel like she purposely does it to read what we come up with. Fan Fiction isn't that secret of a world anymore.

Anyhow, that being said, this is the first time in years that I've written anything for Gilmore Girls. I admit, I'm a bit rusty on my Gilmoreisms…but I am trying to get back into the swing of writing. I've been in a bit of a rut lately on my other stories.

This is a Prologue of sorts…as I'm not sure any of you will actually read it. Nor am I certain how often the updates will be.

With that being said, please tell me what you think! And even what YOU would like to see and I will try to incorporate your ideas into future chapters.

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Krystle

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm pregnant."

Complete and total shock washes over Lorelai's face. A gasp escapes her as she turns and looks at Rory. Could she have heard her wrong?

"You're-"

Rory nods, "Pregnant. Two pink lines, three weeks late, bun in the oven."

"Wow, okay," Lorelai nods, digesting the news. Her daughter is pregnant. She wasn't expecting this. "Who?"

"It's Logan, there's been no one else."

"Not even Peter?"

"Paul!" Rory corrects, "and no, we were never in the same town long enough to eat a meal. I'm 100% sure that its Logan's."

"Have you told him yet?"

Biting her lip she shakes her head. "No. This wasn't in the plan. He's engaged for crying out loud. What am I supposed to tell him? I mean, I can do this on my own."

"Oh, honey," Lorelai says, wrapping her arm around her daughters shoulder. "Of course you can, but you shouldn't have to. Would you want to run into Logan on the street one day, with a little boy or girl who looks like him? He deserves to know."

"But I don't want to ruin things for him."

"I know you don't. Just tell him the news, tell him that you're not asking him for anything, and he can do what he wants with this. He can choose to accept that this is happening, or he can leave and have no responsibilities to you or this baby. Let him make that decision; don't make it for him."

Rory nods, "You're right. He deserves to know." She takes a deep breath, and tears form in her eyes, "Oh gosh, I'm going to be a mother."

"You know what this means, right?"

"That you're a grandma?"

"Okay, we will discuss that part later," Lorelai says, giving her daughter a little nudge. "You have to tell Emily."

"Oh crap! Grandma!"

Sitting in the kitchen, various snacks on the table, Lorelai pulls a face as Rory steps out of the downstairs bathroom.

"You okay?"

Groaning, Rory rests a hand on her stomach attempting to settle it. "Why do women omit this part of pregnancy out of their stories? And Kirk was right, that tile is horrible on knees."

Lorelai chuckles, "I was never sick with you, thank goodness. You ate what I did, drank what I did."

"Well, this one must take after it's father then, because he's not a fan of Oreo's and peanut butter either."

"What are we going to do with this kid?" Lorelai asks, throwing her arms up in the air.

Rory shakes her head, "We'll just have to train her when she's older."

"Her huh?" grinning at her daughter. "You feel like its a girl? This soon?"

"I don't know," Rory shrugs. "I know about girls, it just feels natural to call it a girl."

"But it could be a boy."

"I know nothing about little boys."

"Sookie can help, and Lane," Lorelai reminds her. "Speaking of, have you told Lane yet?"

"I was actually thinking of holding off telling friends until after the first trimester. Just in case something happens," Rory explains. "All the books say its best to wait."

"But you are going to tell Grandma."

"Well I'm going to tell family, obviously."

"What about Logan?"

Rory hangs her head. "I don't know when I'll tell him." Or if I'll tell him.