About two weeks after Logan left for London :

Rory was happy with her life. She missed Logan, of course, but she had school, and the paper and she was helping her mom out. For the first time, she was okay being on her own, except for the sudden flu that had hit her like a ton of bricks. She was constantly nauseous and never seemed to keep anything down. Logan called everyday, multiple times to make sure Rory didn't need anything. He had set up a trust for her to use while she was in school and he all plans on coming back down for every major holiday and her graduation.T4

"I told you, mom. It's just the flu. It'll pass." Rory was in Stars Hollow with her mother. On the weekends, she really had no reason to stay in New Haven . There was no one to come home to, and being the over achiever she was, she had always done that weeks class assignments the night they were given.

"Rory, seriously. I know you hate missing school but, kid, you can even eat poptarts without throwing up. Is that really the kind of life you want to live?" Lorelai reasoned.

"No, but I swear, I'm fine. I would like you to drop this. Mainly because I have to throw up now." Rory ran to the bathroom and threw up.

"That's it! I'm tired of this and you're getting the mom card. Doctor's appointment tomorrow at 8am. It's before your first class so that way you can still go to school. End of discussion." Lorelai left to go to the Inn and Rory was left sitting there on the couch, contemplating whether or not to call Logan . He usually didn't get out of meetings until three on Sundays and she didn't want to bother him. She would just leave a message.

Rory's POV-

Ring ring ring "Ace is that you?" Logan answered the phone and surprised me.

"Oh, yeah. I was just going to leave a message. I don't want to bother you."

"You're never bothering me. Excuse me, gentlemen. Now what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Mom's making me go to the doctors tomorrow. I told her it's just like the flu or something but she wont listen."

"I didn't know you were sick. Are you okay?"

"I didn't want to worry you. I'm fine. Every time I eat something I throw up but it'll pass. I think I'm having caffeine with drawls though." I laughed.

"You aren't getting any coffee. Now, I agree. You need a doctor."

" Logan , come on. Be on my side. I'm fine."

"I am on your side, Ace. But I'm also worried about you. Please go to the doctors? For me?" he pleaded.

"Fine. But I'm pouting the whole time."

"Good. Now I feel better. I have a room full of business men waiting on me, so I'll call you later. I love you."

"Love you, too. Bye."

For the rest of the day I sat on the couch and watched TV. I had tried to eat some soup but it didn't stay. I went to bed before mom even got home and woke up early the next morning.

"What are you doing up?" mom asked when she came downstairs.

"I couldn't sleep anymore. Plus, there was an annoying bird outside my window. I'm going to go kill it. Wanna help?" I asked as I poured myself a bowl of cereal.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" mom asked, gesturing to my cereal.

"I don't care if I throw up. I'm starving." I took a bite and swallowed. Surprisingly, I didn't want to throw up.

"Wow, that's a first."

"In a while. Maybe I'm not sick anymore. Guess I don't have to go to the doctors after all."

"No, you're going. I want to make sure you're ok. Now, come on. Go get dressed and we'll leave."

"Let me finish my cereal, slave driver." I demanded and quietly emptied the bowl. After I had finished, I did what I was told and got dressed. We arrived at the hospital and, almost immediately, we were seen. I went into a room and was instructed to put on one of those butt-less gowns."

The doctor soon arrived. She was tall, with blonde hair and green eyes. "Hi. My name is Maggie Neal and I'll be doing your check up today."

"Hello. I'm Rory and this is my mother Lorelai."

"Now, what can I do for you today?" she asked politely and sat in one of those spinning chairs.

"I haven't been feeling well for the past week but today I felt fine." I explained.

"But I made her come anyway. I wanted to get her checked out just in case."

"That was a very good idea. Now, we're going to do a series of tests today, just to make sure everything is in working order alright?"

"Sure."

"First, I'll check your heart and reflexes then you're going to have to give a blood and urine sample. Is that okay?"

"Sounds like fun. Let's do it." Mom piped in.

"Okay." She stood and I laid back on the exam table and she put her cold stethoscope to my chest. "Sounds good." I sat back up and she checked my reflexes, which seemed okay too.

"Now, take these papers to the lab on the second floor and they'll call you later with the results."

"What will these tests tell us?" I asked.

"Maybe what your illness was due to. Infections, irregular cholesterol, or anything else."

"Okay. Thank you, doctor." I shook her hand and so did mom. Then, she left.

I got dressed and when I pulled the curtain back, mom said, "To the lab!" And we were off to the lab. They drew my blood and I peed in a cup, all very disgusting, and then we left.

"Well, they said they'd call you in a few hours. So, I think you should play hooky today. Let's go kill time."

"By doing what?" I asked.

"Let's go shopping or something."

"Okay. I can just get the class notes from Paris or something."

We ended up at Hartford Mall and had spent quite a bit of money already when my cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"May I speak with Rory Gilmore please?" the polite woman on the other end asked.

"This is she. May I ask who's calling?"

"This is Dr. Neal's secretary. You're tests have come back and I'm afraid you'll have to come back as soon as you can."

"Is everything okay?" I was so worried.

"This is something Dr. Neal would like to discuss with you in person."

"I'll there as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Miss Gilmore." She hung up and I stood next to a shoe rack, feeling light headed.

"Are you okay, hun?" mom asked from behind me.

"We have to get back to hospital. The tests are in and she wants to talk to me in person, I guess."

We took our bags and packed them in the Jeep and drove silently to the hospital. I think mom kept asking if I was okay, and I think that I said 'yeah' a couple times but I didn't want to talk about what might be wrong. I have an overactive brain and the possibilities were endless.

"I'm Rory Gilmore. I'm here to see Maggie Neal."

"You can go on back, sweetie. Room 3 and congratulations."

"Nice of you to make it back so soon, Miss Gilmore."

"Am I going to die?" I blurted out.

"I should say not. But the sickness you've been experiencing should dissipate in about nine months."

"Oh, good God!" mom said.

"I'm – I'm pregnant?" I asked. I felt like I was going to be sick.

"Yes you are. You should be due near the beginning of February but I think you should make an appointment with an OBGYN to see how far a long you are."

My whole world was crashing down around me and there was nothing I could do about it. I was going to have a baby. I couldn't do this. I couldn't be someone's mother. What was Logan going to say? And his parents? They're all going to hate me. I ruined everything. Now I wouldn't be able to graduate.

"Honey, are you okay?" mom asked.

I tired to stand up but ended up falling to the floor, dissolving in tears. Mom scooped me up in her arms and some how managed to get me to the car. When I woke up, I was in my own room and it was dark outside. I must have been out for a while. It took everything I had to get to the kitchen. I saw mom and Luke sitting there at the table, eating pizza.

(AN in my story Lorelai and Luke don't break up. She doesn't go to him to elope and doesn't sleep with Chris.)

"How ya feeling, mama?" mom looked at me and giggled.

"I was good til I started talking to you." I grumbled and sat down.

"Well, let me just say one thing now. No way is that kid calling me grandma. Nana, sure. But grandma? Uh uh."

"I so don't wanna talk about this right now. I don't even wanna think about it. How am I going to tell Logan?"

"Call him up and say guess who's got a bun in the oven?"

"You are not funny. His family's gonna hate me… more. I don't think I can tell him."

"I don't think you have a choice. You can't just make this disappear, sweetie. It's someone else's life now. Who cares what the Huntzberger's have to say. I don't and I don't want you to either."

"What if Logan doesn't want the baby? What if he doesn't love me anymore?"

Luke, who had stayed quiet till this moment, spoke up. "I'll kill him."

"Thanks for the encouragement."

"It's what I'm here for." He went back to his pizza and left me and mom to talk some more.

"What am I going to do about school?" I asked. I had so many questions and I had no answers.

"I don't know, kid. That's up to you. If you want to take some time off, I would understand but I suggest going as long as you can. Yale might understand. Maybe you can pick back up where you left off after the baby."

"And after I graduate? I can't get a good job with a baby. I'll have to give it all up. Logan will be at work all the time. I'll become a society wife."

"Whatever you do, sweetie, is up to you. You guys can make it work. He loves you and I know you were hoping he'd ask you a certain question soon. So, you did things the unconventional way; baby then marriage. No big deal."

"I don't want him to feel trapped. I love him more than life itself but I'd just as soon give him up then make him stay."

"You don't have to make that boy do anything. You're his whole world. He loves you. It will be fine. Just talk to him."

"But it feels weird talking to him over the phone about it."

"It's up to you but the longer you wait the harder it's going to be."

My cell phone played 'The Reason' by Hoobastank and I knew it was Logan. He picked it, saying I was the reason he turned his life around.

"That's creepy that he would call just when we're talking about him." Mom made a weird face and put the pizza away.

"Should I answer it?"

"It's up to you."

"I'll let the voicemail get it. I need to work up the guts."

"Scaredy cat. Well, were going to the movies. Did you wanna tag along?"

"I think I'll just stay here. Thanks though."

"Call if you need anything at all. We shouldn't be too late. Love ya."

"Love you too. Bye Luke."

He leaned down and hugged me. "Everything will work out."
"Thanks. Enjoy the movie." I really appreciated Luke being so supportive. I knew that he liked Logan but, come on, I was like his daughter. He couldn't have been happy to learn about my current predicament.

I walked into my room and saw that Logan had called not only once, but three times. I really must have been asleep. I listened to the voice mails, each one more desperate and worried about me than the last. I decided I couldn't keep Logan in the dark much longer and dialed that oh-so familiar number.

"Ace! Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you. How was your doctor's appointment?" he asked.

"Well, um, when is the next time you're coming home?" I asked, still not wanting to do this on the phone.

"I wasn't scheduled to come home for a few weeks but if you need me home, I'm there."

"There's actually something with a ticking clock on it that needs to be taken care of."

"Well, if you need me, I'll be there. I'll grab the jet and be on my way home."

"Great. I love you."

"I love you too, Ace." He hung up and I knew I would see him soon. You didn't stop Logan from doing anything.

Then, I remembered that this would not be a happy visit. We were going to have a baby.

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