The beeping of an alarm woke me up. Oh god why did I have to get up at this ungodly hour again. Oh right I know why now. I have to be at the airport to meet him. I throw back the white down comforter and pulled myself from the bed. My small rounded belly is a reminder of what I have to tell him today. I haven't seen my boyfriend in 3 months, 12 days and 16 hours. I don't know how i will tell him. I only wish mom was here with me. I miss her so much.

I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower while thinking about all the things that could of been.

You see a lot has changed in the life of Rory Gilmore. I live in a spacious and gorgeous penthouse apartment, I write a column that comes out 3 times a week in the New York Times and I am the big sister to triplets. Mom and dad finally decided to have another baby and presently the whole family (including Gigi and the grandparents) or in Australia on vacation.

I finish washing my hair and turn off the shower. I towel myself off and dress in jeans and a baggy Yale sweatshirt. I make my way to the kitchen and grab a pop tart from the box and grab my bag with my cliched welcome home sign and the present in it. I quickly lock up the apartment and make my way to the elevator to the garage. I am soon on my way to JFK.

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I am anxiously awaiting with the hundreds of others of family members and loved ones waiting for their family to come home. I hear them pronounce that his flight has landed. I move closer to the doorway, where I shall first see him appear. I can see him strutting down the walkway towards me, his trademark smirk in place, his blond tousled hair looks mused from him repeatedly running his fingers through it. God I missed him.

He steadily walks closer and closer to me. He finally reaches me and drops his bag and pulls he in for a hug.

"God I missed you." I hear him say.

"I missed you too, babe."

His lips are kissing my neck through my hair. I shiver at the contact. It has been so long.

"I have something to tell you." I say nervously to him.

He pulls back and looks down into my eyes while I look back into his.

"Tell me please." He whispers, not taking a his intense gaze away from me.

"Wait a second, I want to show you something." I tell him. I pull away form his embrace and open my messenger bag to pull the folder out that I made for him.

"Here." I say handing it to him.

I carefully watch his face as he seems to be confused by the first picture. He turns the page and I see that he still doesn't fully understand.

"I don't understand." He tells me.

"Look at the bottom of the page." I reply.

I watch him as he reads it, pauses, rereads as recognition finally dawns on him.

"Oh my god. You're pregnant. This means I'm gonna be a daddy."

All of a sudden he yells out with a big smile across his face "I'm gonna be a daddy."

He looks at me and says to me, "Thank you. This is the best thing I could come home to. I love you so much."

"Come on hun, lets go home."

He picks up the bag he dropped and they walk out hand in hand.

"See Mary, I told you we would get our happy ending."