*Welcome to 5 Years After! If you haven't already read the first story 3 Years After, you may be a bit confused during this story it can be found on my profile. I hope you enjoy the first chapter in this story. It will follow the rollercoaster ride that is Rory's pregnancy and how the never ending roller coaster ride that is their life, be prepared for lots of Rogan fluff! I sincerely hope you all enjoy this first chapter, and obviously enjoy the whole story! Please read and review they keep this story going. Xoxo-Hoopsandstuds*
I OWN NOTHING RELATED TO GILMORE GIRLS
"I'm pregnant."
"What?" a smile spread across Logan's face,
"I'm pregnant!" I squealed, he picked me up and spun me around, leading me to feeling queasy.
"Stop, stop!" I smacked his arms, and proceed to throw up in the sink,
"And the celebration is over. Are you okay?" he asked, holding back my hair,
"Part of being pregnant." I groaned, sitting on the floor, "Are you happy?"
"Am I happy? I am beyond happy, although I am sorry that you're sick."
"Yeah, I'm going to talk to the doctor about that when we go."
'About what? Oh my god, whats wrong. Did I squish it? Should I call an ambulance?"
'No! No, I'm fine calm down. I meant that I'm going to talk to the doctor about me being sick all the time. When I was pregnant with Lena, I was getting sick so much I was dehydrated and had trouble putting on weight…I almost lost her." I wiped tears away that spilled onto my cheek,
"Ace, I'm so sorry. I wasn't even thinking… we'll go to the best doctor in the city. Whatever you need I will get for you, I don't care if its 3 am and you want some carrots or something. I'll go get it for you, anything that you need. You said you were dehydrated, maybe you needed some of the meal replacement drinks, maybe you could keep those down?" he suggested, rubbed my hand,
"Well I know what to expect this time so I will know what's not normal for me. I want to see the same doctor I had with Lena, she was the best and she knows my history and what was normal for me. She's in the city anyway, you think Mom would let me go to anyone less than the best?"
"I guess not," he laughed, "I particularly like that it's a lady doctor for lady parts."
"You're funny," I laughed at his choice of words, "How are we going to tell Lena?"
"She kept telling us how she wanted a sibling, she's getting one of course she's going to be happy."
"I just know things are going to change with a baby, but I want to make sure she always feels included and doesn't feel left out. She still needs to be your princess."
"She's always going to be my princess, nothing can change that not even if you have another girl. I'll have my princess and my something else, I'll come up with a nickname when I meet her."
"Could be a him," I reminded Logan,
"I want you to make a doctor's appointment. As soon as they can see you."
"I want to as well, to make sure I'm pregnant before we tell Lena or my mom or Honour."
"But the test said positive," Logan looked upset,
"They're not 100% accurate, it could be a false positive."
"I'll be right back okay. Wait right here." Logan jumped up, grabbing his wallet off of the counter, I sat on the floor of the bathroom feeling slightly hurt he just left like that but maybe he forgot something at work or something in the car thinking he said he would be right back. I got off the floor and cleaned the sink out from when I threw up which led me to throwing up again this time in the toilet.
"Ace?" Logan called from the bedroom,
"Still in the bathroom…basically assume I'm always in here for the next 40 weeks."
"I got it," he said,
"Got what?" I asked, looking up at him from the floor he was holding a grocery store bag,
"Every test they carried, multiples of the ones they said were best. I got 12,"
"You got me 12 pregnancy tests?"
"Yep, the way we can be extra sure."
"Did you also buy me a gallon of lemonade?" I laughed as Logan dug around in a second bag,
"Yep," he held up a bag that was apparently full of lemonade,
"Okay, get me a glass."
2 jugs of lemonade and 12 trips to the bathroom later, we were waiting for another three minutes, the first 5 tests all said positive but Logan insisted we wait for the rest of the tests,
"I've never peed this much in this short a time in my life, and I've been pregnant." I pointed out, pushing away another glass of lemonade Logan offered me, "I never want lemonade ever again."
"Well we still have another jug of this so someone's drinking it," he shrugged and took a sip,
"Yeah, you are." I smiled and curled up in the blanket that Logan brought for me on the floor,
"Its time," he announced, and checked the remaining 7 tests that lay on the counter, "All positive! You're having a baby!"
"I'm having a baby," I smiled and he hugged me tightly but not as tight as before because that led to me being sick, "I still want to see the doctor before we announce anything. I want to wait until I'm out of the first trimester to tell everyone."
'You want me to not tell Honour and to not tell your Mom?" he asked, "Your mom probably knows anyway."
"How? We didn't know until 2 hours ago, or two seconds ago depending on which version of knowing you go with."
"You're mom has a weird sense of just knowing stuff. You have this freaky bond."
'Hey, is a sweet bond."
"Sweet, fine. Either way she has a way of knowing things."
'She's not always right though,"
'But like 9 times out of ten she is."
"8,"
'Fine. But why not Honour? I thought you liked her,"
'I love Honour, okay how about we wait 8 weeks."
"Why 8?"
"The most development takes place at 7 weeks, that it when most…most miscarriages occur. I want to be sure we get through that then we can tell people. Sound good?"
"That's when most miscarriages happen that sounds awful!"
"I'm just telling you facts, and the very real fact that miscarriages do happen. I hope to God that it doesn't but they happen." I sighed,
"It won't happen to us, we've been through too much to get here."
"I love you." I curled up into his arms,
"I love you too Ace." I felt him shift underneath me,
"Are you calling the doctor right now?"
'I want to get you in to make sure that everything is okay!" he argued,
"Sounds fair, I'll call her give it."
"No,"
'Give it,"
"No, you'll put it off I'm calling right now." He argued, holding the phone to his ear he quickly handed it back, "I'm not calling a vagina doctor, its weird."
"Give it," I laughed and took the phone, explained my past experience and that I believed I was currently pregnant,
"Have you taken a home pregnancy test?" she asked,
"I've actually taken 13," I said trying not to laugh.
"You took 13 pregnancy tests?"
'Yes,"
"May I ask why?"
'My husband found out some of them can give a false positive so he wanted to be sure as we could be. So when can I be fit in."
"That's so very odd… we can fit you in Wednesday at 1pm. Does that work?"
'That's perfect, we have to pick up my daughter at 3pm."
"That's fine you'll be done by then." She assured me, I thanked her and hung up the phone,
"So?"
"The receptionist was judging you," I laughed,
"Hey, this is the first time for me its exciting."
"I'm excited too, and I hope this goes more smoothly then it did with Lena. I wouldn't change having her for the world but the hospital trips were less then fun."
"I'm sure it'll go better because this baby knows Daddy will always, always be there. Don't you?" he kissed my stomach,
"We all do,"