(Author's Note: This is my first Fan Fiction in about 12 years, so please forgive me. Obviously, I watched Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life and saw the opportunity for a continued story. I am continuing the story, but I want to see the feedback before I upload any more. Please review! Also, please do not read this if you haven't seen AYITL, there are major spoilers)

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm Pregnant."

...

Lorelai's mouth was still wide open, the look on her face was indiscernible. Rory couldn't tell if her mom was disappointed, angry, or happy. The one thing that Rory knew was that her mom was shocked. That was understandable, Rory was shocked.

This wasn't how she wanted her life to go. She had wanted to be Christian Amanpour for gods sake. She wanted to be a foreign correspondent, to travel the world, to have every adventure that her mother was not able to have. However, that life had never truly worked for her. She spent most of her time between London, New York, and Stars Hollow. Despite how much she had fought against it, Rory would forever be a Stars Hollow girl. The suggestion by Jess to write their story was the best idea, as it combined what she loved with what she knew that worked. Rory still didn't know if her book would be well received, but she knew that she had to write it. She just wished she knew what the future held for her and the tiny human that was growing in her uterus.

"Mom?" Rory said meekly. The silence was killing her, and her eyes began to water.

"I..." Lorelai paused and took a drink of her champagne. Her hands were shaking, and Lorelai was desperately trying not to spill the precious drink on her gorgeous dress. This was news, but this was her daughter, her life's blood. So, even though she still didn't think that she had the right words, she said the first ones that came out of her mouth, "Well... I guess that you're too old to be called Juno."

Rory laughed. It was so perfect, so Lorelai. "I can guarantee you that the father's name is not Bleecker."

"But we at least know that he had a pork sword," Lorelai giggled. Rory started to laugh maniacally, and Lorelai joined in. They laughed for a good five minutes until their stomachs began to ache, so they tried to force themselves to calm down. Then the champagne glass broke, which sent them into a new fit of giggles. After the events of this year, this was the culmination of everything. Of all the pain, ridiculous job searches, and fights, this was what happened. It all seemed so funny at that moment

Finally, they both calmed down and looked at each other. It suddenly didn't seem so funny anymore. Lorelai's face suddenly looked all of her 47 years, the lines were deeper despite the new glow of being married and the red cheeks from the champagne and the cold. Rory's face looked extremely pale, her eyes larger than they had ever been, and the large sweater looked like it was threatening to swallow her whole.

"So..." Lorelai cautioned, "Coffee?"

"Should I drink..." Rory tried to answer.

"Coffee." Lorelai replied. It was the only word that she could say at the moment, and she needed to figure out what to say next. Coffee made everything clear, especially after the whole bottle of champagne that she had to drink.

"Mom..." Rory tried to talk to her mother as she began to walk rapidly in front of her, her heels clicking as they hit the pavement in the town square. Rory tried to catch up, but her mom had a single minded goal to get some coffee, so she gave up trying to. Her feet slowed to a normal pace, as she knew where she was following her mother to. Luke had taken the day off so that he could get ready for the wedding, and it was probably best that they were not in public for the conversation they were about to have. They had to go home. To the Crap Shack.

Lorelai wished that the Independence Inn was still standing. She hadn't wished that in years, since the big fire that spurred her and Sookie into starting the Dragonfly. However, she wished that she had the little shack to have this discussion in. It only seemed right for a story that had come full circle to go back to where it all started.

Kirk was still in the house when she burst in. Luke was upstairs taking a nap, but she knew that he would not be an issue. Luke was not one to spread information. Kirk was another issue though, but Lorelai felt horrible for having to kick him out of the house after the hard work he had put into the town square, and how beautiful her second wedding was going to be because of him. This was another reason that she wished that the shack was still available, for something that had complete solitude. She was ecstatic that she had finally been able to marry Luke, but at that moment she longed for the old days when it was just her and Rory, and Lorelai had all of the hope in the world for her little girl.

Lorelai stormed into the house and made a sharp left turn into the living room. Kirk was laying on the couch, snuggling with a sleeping Petal. She walked over and gently shook him. "Hey, Kirk, it's morning. You might want to go home and get ready for the wedding."

Groggily, Kirk slightly opened his eyes and looked up, "I guess... You liked what I did in the square? I thought I had ruined everything..."

"It was perfect, Kirk," she smiled at him like she would smile at a groggy five-year-old, "I just need to get ready for the wedding and have some girl time with Rory."

"Oh, okay. As long as I didn't ruin anything." He picked up Petal and her milk bottle.

"You did well, Kirk. Like a regular Jennifer Lopez."

"Huh?"

"Wedding Planner... Nevermind, Kirk. I'll see you at the wedding later today." Lorelai followed him to the door and closed it. She then trudged over to the kitchen and went through the familiar motions of making coffee. She put the filter in, then she poured the usual ungodly amount of coffee into the waiting filter. Next, she walked over to the sink and filled the pot with water. She poured the water into the coffee maker and pressed the button to start the steeping of the precious liquid. This was the best routine, the routine that grounded her the most. Once the scent wafted from the dripping liquid, Lorelai closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then the door opened, and Lorelai could hear Rory slowly step into the foyer.

"Mom?"

"I'm in here, kid." Lorelai drew her eyes open, like curtains before the opening of a big show. Rory's light footsteps came closer until she entered the kitchen. Rory began to grab coffee cups, cream, and sugar. She also grabbed some Poptarts. It was all so familiar, yet such strange territory to be in. Once the coffee was ready, they sat down and began to mix their brews; the cream and sugar would make it easier to gulp down.

"So..." Lorelai began, but she couldn't seem to ask the obvious questions that were on the tip of her tongue. The tongue that normally could spin words like Rumplestiltskin with straw.

"It's Logan's." Rory answered the first question in Lorelai's mind.

"How?"

Rory smiled a little bit. "Do I need to explain the birds and the bees to you?"

Lorelai smirked, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Rory..."

"It was about 4-5 weeks ago. Logan, Colin, Finn, and Robert came and gave me a perfect night. We had kind of this Animal House thing with the town, some weird steampunk clothing, a tango club, and a bed and breakfast..."

"Wait, was this the same night before Taylor went into Doose's and found a large amount of cash and some missing products?"

"Yeah," Rory laughed, "How did you know?"

"News can travel coast to coast. Stars Hollow gossip is as good as the transatlantic Railroad." Lorelai laughed as well. At least something entertaining happened. Maybe they would include it in the musical.

Rory continued, "Well, he offered me the keys to his family's place in Maine that his father bought to spite Martha Stewart. Colin bought the tango club. Then we went back to the bed and breakfast, and Logan and I... we Cinemaxed at night... The next morning, I gave him the key back and said goodbye, for good."

"And you haven't had any contact with him since?"

"No," Rory looked down at her coffee, trying not to let the tear drop into her full cup, "I wanted to have a clean break with him. Then I took the test a couple of days ago. I actually went to go see dad the day after the test came back positive."

Lorelai was shocked, "You saw Christopher? What did he say?"

"Oh, he doesn't know," Rory reassured her mother, "I had originally made the meeting with him to discuss the book and see if I could include him in it. I asked him if he was alright with you raising me alone, and he said that's how it was meant to be, and that you would agree with him in that respect."

"I guess I would say that," Lorelai started, cautiously, "but, I would have welcomed him in our lives if he wanted to be, and if he was mature enough at the time to handle the responsibility. He was kind of Peter Pan for a while."

"He admitted that, Mom. Dad understands that he could have tried, but as you know, we've always felt distant from him. He could never be there for us in the way that we wanted him to be."

"Are you going to tell Logan?"

"I... I don't think so, Mom." The tears that had previously been threatening to fall out of her eyes began to make tiny splashes in the brown liquid. "He's getting married to Odette, and he made it abundantly clear that he was going to do that. He still wanted me on the side, though. That's why he offered the house to me, and I needed to get away from the control of his family. Even Mitchum had to get me that meeting with Conde Nast after they kept postponing it."

"I've never liked that family. They never thought that you were good enough. Apparently, despite Logan's insistence nine years ago that he wanted to be his own person, he kept riding on his daddy's coattails."

"Mommy..." Rory was crying even harder. Lorelai's face softened and she dragged her chair around to Rory's side of the table. Lorelai sat down, and gathered Rory to her shoulder. Sometimes, no matter how old you are, you need hugs from your mother.

"It's okay, Rory," Lorelai said as she stroked her hair, "If he wants to be with someone who can only become a woman by the light of the moon, he's not worth it."

Rory laughed. It was a muffled laugh, both by the tears and by her mother's shoulder. Somehow, Lorelai always knew what to say. It didn't fix everything, but somehow the visual, and the fact that she had the strongest woman she knew holding her, it helped to bring Rory back.

"I don't know what I'm going to do, Mom. I'm so excited for this book, for the possibilities of it. I'm finally passionate about something, after the longest time of feeling lost. I still have no job, besides working at the Gazette, which pays nothing, and there's so much to prepare for." Rory's tears turned to panic, "What the hell am I going to do?"

A small, true smile started to form on Lorelai's lips and her eyes. The lines on her face seemed less pronounced, and her face started to lighten and resemble what it looked like last night, when everything finally seemed...right. "You're keeping it?"

"Yes," Rory still hadn't looked at her mom's face, "I don't want you to be disappointed in me, but the minute I saw that test say that I was pregnant, that I didn't have the beginnings of some crazy sort of flu that I had hoped it would be, I knew that I wanted it. I wanted what was growing inside me more than anything, even more than this book."

"First of all, I'm not disappointed in you. Hey, at least you waited 16 more years than I did." Rory laughed again, though the sound was muffled. "Second, you can still accomplish what you want to accomplish. I did. It took a while, for me, but you still have a good eight to nine months to finish your book. You can find a job, you always have options. I found one at 16, you can find one at 32." Lorelai lifted Rory's head to look at her face, "You can do this. You are my daughter, and I raised you to be strong and capable, and to have really good shopping and eating skills," Lorelai paused and wiped a tear from Rory's face that was still lingering in her eyes. "You have a whole town, and more, who are more than happy to support you, and you have me. You always have me, kid."

"I know I have you mom. I always have."

"Plus, this is kind of exciting, I get to be a Glam-ma. I didn't think it would happen so soon, but I'm nothing if not flexible."

Rory raised her eyebrow, "What is a Glam-ma?"

Lorelai leaned back and took a sip of her coffee, "I'm way too young and glamorous to be a Grandma, as you well know, so I'm a Glam-ma."

"There is no way that I'm having this kid call you Glam-ma."

"You will. I will make them have a town meeting and vote it into Stars Hollow law. There can even be a festival for me."

"You're nuts," Rory shook her head, "I'm just glad you're happy about this."

"To be honest, I didn't know how to feel at first," Lorelai took another sip of her coffee, "I wanted so much more for you than I ever had, and trust me, I wanted you happy and more stable before you ever thought about having children. I guess you're more like me than I thought, which means that you can do this. You can do anything that you put your mind to, especially since you have more support than I ever did. And you want this baby. I know how it feels to pee on that stick and immediately fall in love with what it represents."

"It's so strange," Rory finally took a sip of her tepid brew, "I never wanted kids-"

"I distinctly remember a time when you didn't want to see what was 'coming around the mountain' with Sookie."

"-But when I saw the strip, I didn't even have to do one of my pro/con lists."

"Oh, yes, your pro/con lists," Lorelai smirked, "I haven't seen one of those in a while."

"How are we going to tell everyone?"

Lorelai paused. She, despite initial reservation, was able to come around to the idea, but she didn't know how quickly others would accept it. "We can tell Luke tomorrow, after the wedding. There's a lot going on today. As for your grandmother..." Lorelai took a large gulp of her liquid to try to think more clearly, "We can arrange a dinner later this week. She's mellowed, a lot, but it still might be better to tell her with less people around."

"What about everybody else?" Rory's hand moved to cover her flat abdomen, "When is best? What do I say?"

"That's up to you, kid. You know how fast news travels in this town, and you know how people latch onto every clue they see. It's Stars Hollow, we have a better rumor mill than the Enquirer."

"Alright..." Rory rubbed her stomach again, still unsure. She was always the darling of the town, and she didn't know how they would take the news. Hopefully everybody would be supportive, as they had always been with Lorelai. If she knew this town well enough, which she believed she did, they would be, but Rory would probably have to pre-empt the rumor mill before the gossip became too ridiculous.

"Look," Lorelai put down her now empty cup, "Let's go take a nap. I need my energy for this Fall extravaganza of a wedding, and if I remember the first trimester correctly, you just need rest in general. The little parasites take everything out of you in the first three months."

"Thank you, mom." Rory wrapped her hands around her mother and gave her a large embrace, "I think that might be best for now."

Lorelai squeezed her child back, "Come on, Mommie Dearest, let's go get some beauty sleep. Not that we need to be more beautiful, of course. That wouldn't be fair to others."

"Oh god," Rory covered her mouth and started running towards the stairs.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"To throw up first!" Rory yelled as she ascended, trying to hold everything back before she got to her destination.

"Why not the downstairs bathroom?"

"It's bad on my knees!"