Synopsis: As we know, Rory becomes pregnant at the end of AYITL. This story will eventually go the route of Rory raising her twins with Jess. But 16 years after her and Jess made the arrangement of not telling the twins that their real father is Logan, the twins find out and the drama unfolds.

Warning: This will be majorly centered around Jess & Rory and very little of everyone else, but I will be giving small storylines to all characters!

Authors Note: Thanks Kayla for being my editor and double checking my grammar! Please have patience. The story will have a lot of back story before I get to the main plot, but it will have many mini plots that I hope will peak your interests. Also I apologize, I am not as witty as Amy & Dan Palladino, so there isn't many jokes. Thanks for reading, and make sure to follow & leave reviews!

Time Setting: This story starts in the Fall episode after Rory had ended things with Logan, but before she had made up with Lorelai.

Prologue

Chapter 1 || Alone, Together

Rory was driving to Philadelphia. She was going through her speech in her head on what she was going to say to him, and how to not sound demanding and awkward. She had been practicing the whole 3 hour drive. She finds one of those 24 hour parking services and pays the fee. She walks towards the building.

Rory stops and stares at the sign to make sure she is going in the right place. The golden letters reflect back at her: "Truncheon." She takes one more deep breath and walks in. The place isn't as packed as the first and last time she came. There is one person browsing the selection of novels while another sits reading. Her eyes move across the room trying to find the reason she came. A man walks up to her, "Hey how can I help you?" He looked familiar but unsure if she had met him before but realized even she had. That was over 10 years ago and he wouldn't have recognized her. She responds, "I'm looking for Jess, Jess Mariano". He seems to slightly rolls his eyes and huffs, "Of course you are, another autograph. Hold on". She calls out, "No wait!", but he had already disappeared behind a door next to the stairs. She turns and faces the entrance door debating to herself if this was a bad idea and if she should make an escape for it but his last statement puzzled her: what about an autograph?

Jess was in the back room reviewing possible books to publish, the way he spent most days: trying to find a big hit for Trucheon that wasn't selling his creative soul to the devil by going against his standards. He knew many of the same vampire/werewolf ideas would maybe still peak the teens interested but it would never make it past his deck into production. He hears someone open the door and not even looking up he said, "I can feel your eyes glaring from here Chris, what's up?"

"You have another fan."

"I told you placing the photo in the back of my book was a bad idea."

"It's only a bad idea if we don't capitalize from it. We should really blow up your photo and place it in front the store, create more traction," chimes in Matthew from the desk next to Jess.

"I'm going to start charging per photo," said Jess.

"Well, I'd like some commission from dragging your ass from the back to front, so maybe you should start charging per signature," huffed Chris.

"Dragging your ass from the back to the front that is definitely what he said," laughed Matt. "No, but seriously, you can't help it that you're hot."

"I know you came out a couple of years ago Matt, but we made an agreement that you can't check us out," said Chris.

"Nobody ever checks you out Chris," snarked back Matt.

"While you guys re-discuss the agreement, I guess I should go to the front," interrupted Jess.

"She's wearing a red dress!" Called out Chris as Jess walked out of the door.

He scanned the room and there she was, the only one in the room wearing red staring at the entrance window. He walked up to her back.

"Look, do you even know the name of my last book?" He states rather frustrated as Rory turns around.

"What?"

Once he saw her face, once he realized it was Rory, it wasn't just the only girl wearing red in the room. It seemed like she was the only person in the entire room.

"Rory, hey."

"Hey," she smiles rather shyly trying to remember her speech.

"What are you doing here? Needed to visit a new book store?" He smirks.

"I actually wanted to ask you something over lunch."

"It's always food with you."

She smiles, and before she can respond he says, "Now when you mean lunch, does this include food, or your kind of Scotch lunches?"

Even though she was starving, she wondered why she hadn't packed any road trip snacks. She knew she desperately needed a drink to calm the nerves on not only what she wanted to say, but the fact that almost more than a decade had passed, and somehow, Jess still made her nervous.

"My kind of lunch."

"Alright, let's go to our bar."

"Your bar?" She asks as they walk downstairs to what seems to be the basement of the building.

"Matt insisted we make one for local artists to meet each other. It's not open to the general public for another hour so we have it to ourselves."

"Good."

"Good?" He lifts an eyebrow intrigued as he heads behind the bar and she sits on the stool.

"I didn't mean good. We are alone. Although, it is good cause I wanted to talk to you, but not like good in any other way," she rambles.

"Okay." He begins pouring Scotch on some clean glasses. He hands it to Rory, who chugs it down. She slams it down the table, "hit me."

"This isn't poker, and if you are gonna be taking shots, well, bring out the tequila."

She grabs his drink and chugs it too.

"Okay, what is up? Why are you wigging out?" He asks as he repours both of their cups.

Those two drinks plus no food equals a quick buzz and she thinks this is the moment of truth. She closes her eyes and breaths again, hearing Jess say, "Rory?"

"You remember how you said I should write a book about my mom and I?"

"Yep."

"Well, I started and you were right. The words just flowed out of me, it's like the story had always been there just waiting for me"

"That's great, I'm glad you found your passion again."

"But..."

"But?"

"I realize that once I officially finish the book, what am I gonna do with it? And that's when I thought I need a publisher so I came to ask if you'll publish my book under Truncheon."

"Okay"

"Okay as in yes?

"I'm fine with it but..."

"But what?"

"But I still need to ask the guys. We only publish so many books a year, so anything that does get published needs to be approved by all three of us."

"Oh okay, I understand."

"But..."

"But again?"

"But any book that gets approved, the one that brought it up, which would be me, automatically becomes the editor, so you will have to work with me...a lot. Is that okay?"

"Yes of course."

She was lying, she was lying through her teeth. It was not okay. Even though they tried to remain friends through the years of bumping into each other, and Christmas and other holidays, they never quite got their groove back as friends. There was always this awkwardness in the air that they hadn't been able to shake off all this time.

"The only thing you should do before you even ask the guys anything is read your chapter," Rory said.

"No, it's fine," he disputes.

"No, you should see exactly what will be said." She pulls out a thick stack of papers from her purse.

"Wow it's thick. I didn't even think I'd have more than one word in there."

"You didn't say much but there was a lot to be said about you."

"It's fine, we will get to it when we get to it", he says as he takes a sip of his drink. He hears the guys come downstairs, and yells at them, "What are you guys doing down here? Who is manning the store?"

"We left the door open. They can come down if they want," answers Chris rather nonchalantly.

"What are they gonna steal? Books?" Laughs Matt.

"These are the guys that need to approve my book?" Asks Rory.

"This is the dress you decide to wear to a business meeting?" Snaps back Jess, pointing at Rorys power suit, her lucky suit, the one she spent months searching for, only to realize her mother had it.

"What's wrong with my suit?"

"Everything. Hello I'm Matt, and this is Chris."

"Nice to meet you," Rory says as she shakes their hands.

"I heard something about a book?" Asks Chris.

"Oh no, we are not talking business without vodka, you all know my rule," said Matt.

Jess begins pouring them some vodka shots. As Matt takes one in he says, "It's 5 o clock somewhere." Jess refills Matt's drink while he says, "Rory wants to write a book and came to ask if we would publish it."

"What's it about?" Inquired Chris.

"Is it this?" Said Matt as he grabbed the thick stack of papers with the chapter name of Jack.

"Oh no," Rory protested. "I just wanted to show Jess his chapter. The book is about my life." But it was too late. The duo of Matt and Chris were already skimming the pages.

"This is about Jess?" Chris said holding back the mockery laughter.

"I want it. We had been looking for a good love story to sell on Valentine's Day," said Matt.

"But the story is much more than about Jess this is just a chapter," continued protesting Rory.

"Honey, this is a short novel by itself," Matt said pointing out the thickness. "If this is how all your chapters will be like, your editor is gonna go through hell with you."

"Her editor will be fine," said Jess, "and we can find something else for Valentine's Day. That is months away. We haven't even gotten to Halloween yet."

"Matt, always thinking about the future," eye rolled Chris.

"One of has to, but hold on a second I have an idea!"

"What?" Said Jess.

"Look, our readers know who Jess is by this point. But, they have no idea who you are, and the best way to introduce you is with this. We can put your chapters in with Jess. You guys can co-write your own love story."

"Seriously guys, it's not much of a love story in there," argued Jess.

"As much as it pains me to say it, I think Matt's idea is pretty brilliant. I mean, what you guys went through can be your building blocks, just the foundation, but it doesn't have to be exact and it doesn't have to be non fiction at the end. Your writers throw in some elaboration in there," chimed in Chris.

"But what about my book?" Said Rory feeling rather defeated, and also, why hadn't Jess re-poured her glass?

"If you do this for us first, you can write whatever the hell you want," smiled Matt.

"But if I already write about Jess in a separate novel, how am I going to include it in my real novel?"

"Write a condensed version," shrugged Chris.

"At the end of the first novel, we can write like a snippet of your new book to get the readers going", Matt said.

"That's actually not a bad idea," conceded Jess. "But I am not a romance writer."

"Well, you'll have each other," smirked Chris.

"Oh my god," squealed Matt as he read near the middle of the Jess chapter.

"What?" Asked Jess.

"You wanted to lose your virginity to Jess? And you told your mom?!"

Rory cheeks got as red as her dress and Jess couldn't help but fight the small smile that was trying to creep up on his face.

"This is going to be awesome," exclaimed Chris.

"That's it, we are celebrating," announced Matt. "Come on, we are welcoming the newest writer at Truncheon. We are closing early."

"Where are we going?" Asked Rory to Jess as they walked back upstairs to leave the publishing house. Jess shrugged his shoulders, "Does it matter?"

And for that moment, it kind of didn't. It was the first moment in awhile that she hadn't thought about the fact that she was in a fight with her mom, that she hadn't thought about the fact that she had just ended things with Logan, and that felt like freedom.

They get to a bar that was packed with people. Matt and Chris rush to the bartender to get drinks while Jess and Rory find a table.

"Weren't we just at a bar where you guys could've drank for free?"

"Chris and Matt have this idea that in order to celebrate something you need people, and our bar usually never gets this much response."

Matt says as he reaches the table, "Talking shit?"

"Always," smirked Jess. He looked down at his fruity drink. "What is this, Matt?"

"I got everyone Long Islands. Nobody has heard celebrating with Beer."

"I'm pretty sure every man in the world would disagree with you," Jess argued.

Matt ignores him and lifts up his glass, "To Rory!"

They all lifted up their drinks and took a sip. Chris' phone vibrates on the table.

"Damn, already?" he says in frustration.

"Uber duties?" Asks Jess.

"Yeah, I'll be back to pick you guys up. Glad I didn't drink all that much."

"Oh drop me off at Bobbys," said Matt.

"You need to stop getting free rides from me."

"And you need to stop trying to charge your friends for rides just because you do uber on the side."

They continued to bicker as they exit the bar.

"And then there was two," smiled Rory.

"Sorry you got roped into this ridiculously corny romance book. I'll talk them out of it."

"No, I mean it's fiction. I'm sure we can write a good fiction novel together."

"Yeah," he responded. Watching her suck the last of her cup with a straw, he smiled.

"Did you really tell you mom you wanted to lose your virginity to me?"

"Yeah, sorry if that makes you feel weird."

"Nah, weird that you told your mom a little, but I feel more flattered."

"Honestly, now that I think about it, I think you would've been better than..."

He interrupts her, "Don't spoil it. I'll read it in your book."

"Right, yeah you will. Oh god I'm starving, and I think I've drank way too much."

"Lets go eat."

"I don't have any money."

"I've heard, I'll pay."

"No, I can't accept that."

"I'll make you something?"

"That actually sounds more appetizing."

"I can at least pay for the taxi, right?"

"We walked here. I can walk back," she says, as she attempts to stand, tripping on her feet, and landing on him. She laughs, "Never mind, you are right."

"Come on lets get some food in you," he said grabbing her hand and walking her out of the bar.

He hails a cab with his free hand and proceeds to give the driver his address. They get in the car and their hands finally part, and for a moment, Rory missed the security of holding his hand. But before she could dissolve in her thoughts, he said, "So did you rent a hotel or something, cause you can't drive back home even after food."

"Um no, I wasn't really planning for this to be an overnight thing."

"Well, you can stay with me." Her eyes went wide when he said that and he chuckled. "I have an extra room. Chris moved out a while back, haven't really wanted to find a new roommate."

"Oh, thanks, that's really nice Jess."

"I'm pretty sure nice and Jess have ever been used in the same sentence."

She smiles and they hear the cab driver say they've arrived. They get out of the cab. Rory stands on the sidewalk as Jess pays and says thanks to the driver. She feels the cold Fall wind hit her back, then feels his warm hand touch her back, sending shivers down her spine. He says, "It's this building, come on."

She doesn't know why she had imagined him in something much worse. The building didn't have a door man or anything like that, but it looked nice, and not as run down as others she had experienced. They were walking in silence, but she didn't really mind. It was nice that with Jess, she didn't always have to be talking. She wondered what he thought about. He begins opening the door and head to the kitchen. "So what were you feeling like eating?"

"I didn't even know you cooked."

"Hey, I worked at a diner, you pick up some things, but I have some left over pasta, seems easiest to re-heat."

"Yeah that sounds great, thanks."

"So did you ever learn how to cook, or do you use take out as much as your mom?"

Her mom? The words made her ears ring. She hadn't thought about her mom as much as all the other days. "Did I say something wrong?" Asked Jess.

"We're in a fight."

"You and Lorelai? Why?"

"The book."

"The one you're writing?"

"Yeah. I told her about it and she flipped out, saying how she didn't want her personal business out there. She didn't even give me a chance to explain that I would be changing the names."

"I'm surprised," Jess said as he grabbed the plate of pasta from the microwave to hand to her.

"I was too. You aren't gonna eat?"

"Nah, it's alright."

"Come on, grab a fork and help me finish this."

"I never knew you ever needed help finishing any food."

"Will you just grab another fork?"

"Damn so demanding," he says as he reaches in grabbing a fork full.

"Thanks for everything."

"It's just re-heated pasta."

"No, I mean with the book."

"Oh right. So, where are you going to stay while we write?"

"Well, because of our fight, I was staying at Lanes. I was planning to stay with Paris in New York for now."

"Why don't you stay here?"

"I can't pay you rent."

"That's okay, Chris had already paid for the year."

"You really want to live with me?"

"Why not? It would make things easier to write together."

"Yeah I guess so. I did have a box of my stuff in my car. Oh my god, my car!"

"What?"

"I left it in front of Truncheon!"

"It's alright, it'll be fine there. I have to go in the morning anyways."

"But I can't fall asleep in this."

"I still don't know why you would choose to wear something that makes you look like you are on the way to be interviewed on the view."

"It's my power outfit. I use it for all my interviews."

"You really need to find a different outfit, but let me see what I can give you to wear."

He heads towards the hallway. She wasn't sure if she should follow, but she did. His light in the hallway had blown out and he hadn't changed it. The light in the kitchen seemed distant so she couldn't even tell when he stopped walking, and bumped into his back. He turns around chuckling. The only light in the room seemed to be the moon shining from the window of his room. She got filled with butterflies and felt herself blush. She still felt tipsy from barely eating and all the drinks. And she wasn't sure if it was the liquid courage or the fact that he had been so incredibly nice to her in a time where it felt like nothing was going right, but in the middle of him saying, Are you okay?", she did it. She kissed him, and it felt right. It felt familiar. It felt like all those years ago being teenagers with their hormones rising and their blood rushing to their brain. He wraps his arms around her, and they both stumble on his bed. He separates from her and she looks at him confused and mortified that maybe she was throwing herself at him and he says, "Are you sure?" She smiles, leaning in to kiss him again.

On the next chapter of You Got Me:

Rory finds out she's pregnant...and more importantly, the father of her baby. Stay tuned.

Authors Note: Thank you again for reading! Please make sure to leave a review & follow the story for the latest updates. I will be trying to publish a chapter on a weekly basis!