Disclaimer: Can you do a fanfic of a fanfic? Cause that's what this is.
AN: This is sort of a reinterpretation of Chapter 13 of Forbidden Affairs by XxAngelxX911. I was thinking that a Lorelai/Logan ending might be kind of interesting. Some of the dialogue is directly from her story. You should definitely read it to get your bearings straight.
The Right Thing to Do
Logan entered their bedroom and stared at a sleeping Lorelai, whose hands were placed protectively over her stomach. Her eyes opened, finding him standing quietly in the doorway.
She sat up in bed. "I'm not getting fat already am I?"
Logan smiled at her. "You're beautiful and glowing." That was true, he thought. Lorelai looked much happier today than she had all week.
Lorelai smiled in appreciation. "Promise to tell me that when I'm as big as a house in five months."
Logan nodded. "Of course, it'll never change."
"Rory said you had to go into the office, is everything okay?"
"Yeah, and with the baby?"
She smiled nervously. "We're both healthy, my due date is November 21st. I'm a little over four months along."
Five months. Five months and I'm going to have a kid. "Is it a boy or a girl?" he asked her.
"I don't know yet. We have another ultrasound in two weeks, we can find out then if we want. I wanted to discuss it with you though, do you want to know ahead of time?"
Logan shrugged. "Whatever you want."
Lorelai watched as he walked over to his side of the bed, taking off his shoes, pants and shirt. He sat down on the edge; she turned slightly so she was facing him. There was palpable tension between them—this was the first serious conversation they had had about the baby and it was very stilted.
Lorelai made an attempt at clearing the room of the stiffness. "Logan, how mad are you at me for not telling you?" Lorelai asked.
Logan sighed. How should he answer that? "You've known for two months. Two months! Why would you want to carry that burden around by yourself? And then to spring it on me at dinner with your parents. If we hadn't gone to that dinner when were you going to tell me?"
She looked away guiltily. "I was just, so afraid you weren't ready, that you were going to leave, that you would hate me—"
Logan shook his head and interrupted her. "I could never hate you."
"I was going to tell you before Rory got here, I swear, but then I could never find the right time. And then Rory arrived, and you've been acting differently, and with the takeover, I didn't want to stress you out more."
So she had noticed something was off. "Well, you don't have to worry about my work. The Huntzberger family still has the controlling share of the New York Times. No hostile boardroom takeovers. But—"
"But?"
"Rory being here is…weird for me. I've never felt that much younger than you. But with her being here, I just suddenly really feel the age difference." And I think I'm in love with her.
"Do you want out, is that what you're saying?"
Here's your chance. You can say yes, and you can be with Rory. But he couldn't. He understood responsibility, and knew what he had to do.
"No."
Lorelai looked so relieved. For the first time, Logan saw how lost and alone she seemed, and how much she needed him. Even if his heart regretted it for the rest of his life, he knew he needed to ask her.
"Have you thought about…about marriage?" he asked.
Lorelai was shocked to hear that statement coming from his mouth. She stared into his eyes for a few moments, before he broke the silence.
"No comment?" he asked.
She sighed. "I married Chris because I got pregnant with Rory, and as much as I loved him, we weren't ready and look at us now. I hate him; I don't ever want to hate you."
"So is that a no?"
"No," she smiled. "I love you Logan, so much, but is marriage really right for us?"
"I think it's the right way to go."
"But can you spend the rest of your life with me, Logan?"
Logan stilled. The rest of my life…the rest of my life is a long time. Before saying anything, he looked down at Lorelai's stomach. He pushed her shirt up and her underwear down before running his hand over the little bump in her belly. There's a little piece of me and a little piece of her in there. He was shocked at the warmth and love that spread through him from that one thought and that simple touch. Logan tangled his other hand in Lorelai's hair and brought her mouth to meet his. Despite what he felt for Rory, this felt right too.
"I would love to spend the rest of my life with you," he whispered against her lips.
"We're getting married," she said excitedly.
"We're getting married," he affirmed. He deepened the kiss and moved on top of her, his hands caressing her new larger breasts and her baby bump.
"Logan, stop—"
"What?" He reached up to touch her face and frowned when he felt the wetness of spilled tears. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I've…I've just missed you so much these past few weeks." Lorelai leaned into his touch as his thumb wiped away her tears.
"Well, you don't have to miss me anymore. I'm here, and I will be here for you and little baby Huntzberger." Logan smiled down at her reassuringly. "Now, are you seriously going to deny me celebration sex on the night of our engagement? Cause that would be cruel, even for you, Gilmore."
"No." And he kissed her again.
Rory was talking to Tristan on her cell phone while meandering through the apartment. She was considering breaking things off with him in light of her feelings for Logan and was about to bring it up when she heard some noise and what sounded like her mother's voice.
"Oh God Logan…. I'm…I'm…" That was definitely her mother.
"I love you I love you I love you I love you!" That was Logan.
"Is that…?" Tristan asked her.
"Yes, you have just heard my mom and Logan having sex. I have to go." She hung up quickly, and slid down the wall onto the floor. What had happened in there, what changed to make him love her? I should be happy for them, happy for Mom, Rory thought, but couldn't help feel abandoned. Her mom and Logan were truly going to be a family with a new baby.
It's really over for us.
Thanks for reading! Tell me what you think.
margaret
