AN: I had to get this out of my system as soon as i re-watched the revival. their story cannot be left like that. i hope you love.
She lies in her unmade bed, caressing her almost 6-month baby bump tenderly. She has a sonogram picture in her left hand, and Logan's wedding invitation in the other hand. Although surprised to receive it at first, she quickly deduced that it hadn't been her former lover the one who sent it, but instead Colin, Robert, Finn, or even Honor, who Rory kept a slight contact with through the years. The invitation arrived in early December, with a non-signed note, which read, "Choose wisely. Follow your heart," printed. It is now February, barely a month left for the wedding, and she still hasn't the guts to call Logan and tell him he has impregnated her. She misses him terribly, and has finally gotten to admit she's irrevocably crazy in love with the Huntzberger heir, but as much as she loves him she doesn't want him to risk everything for her, not after she rejected his proposal all those years ago. Her phone rings loudly, and she reaches for it lazily.
"Go for Gilmore," she answers, not noticing if it's her personal phone, or her work phone.
"Your icy tone hurts my down under heart, love," an Australian accented voice said through the line, "But I guess it was to be expected."
She smiles, albeit a small one.
"It's nice to hear from you, Finn," she says sincerely, moving her hand up and down her stomach, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" she wonders, remembering their hasty September goodbye. She hears him exhale loudly.
"What did I say about choosing wisely and following your heart?" he asks her, revealing himself to be the emissary of the wedding card. She should've guessed.
"Oh, Finn, I can't do anything," she tells him defeated, tears forming in her eyes, "He could've called the engagement off on several times, but he didn't."
"That's because you didn't ask him to," Finn retorts dryly, "You know he would drop everything with just even a look from you."
Her pregnancy hormones kick in, and she explodes in anger.
"Why did I have to call all the shots, huh? If he loved me he could've ignored my stupid arrangements and go for it, but no, and now it's too late! He's gonna marry the perfect trophy wife with the perfect pedigree his freaking parents chose for him, and he'll run HPG from London and he'll succeed even more than he already has, and he'll have the perfect little life according to the perfect dynastic plan while I'm in the other side of the pond broke, jobless and raising his child he doesn't even know I'm carrying!" she puts her hand on her mouth in an instant, already regretting letting the words slip into her rant. Finn holds a breath.
"You're pregnant, love?" he asks in disbelief, while tears start rolling down her face.
"Surprise," she says silently, followed by a lifeless chuckle, "I've meant to call him every single day to tell him, but every time I do, I remember how good he's doing now, and it kills me to realize I can't ask him to abandon it all."
"He'll never be completely happy without you by his side, and now that I know your secret, you have got to tell him; it could change everything Rory. If you don't, you'll regret it for the rest of his or her life," She looks down to her bump, her innocent baby who doesn't deserve all the crap she had.
"I know, Finn," she sobs, heartbroken.
"Do what's right Ror," he advices, "I hope to see you soon," he lastly says, and hangs up, leaving her alone with the mess that's her mind. She stays silent for a couple of minutes, and then she stands up, determinate. She grabs her phone, and calls her mom.
"Hey sweets, 'sup?" Lorelai says.
"I can't stay still and let him go," Rory states, examining her bump, "Go to London with me?" she asks, hopeful, and decided, and scared, and in love.
Lorelai sighs in the other side of the line, worried about Rory's abruptness, but also happy for the new door opened for her grandchild's future. The older Gilmore opens the laptop she has in front of her, and starts looking for flights.
"I thought you'd never ask."
He paces around the back room at St. John's Church. He clutches an almost empty glass of scotch, and holds his phone in the other hand. He dials Rory's number, and waits for her to pick up, but it goes straight to voicemail for the thousandth time. He swears frustrated, then throws his phone across the room, and the breaking sound is loud enough for his sister Honor to barge into the room.
"What the hell little brother?" She screams at him, but at seeing his pained expression, she shuts her mouth and runs to hug him, as if they were kids again. She feels his shoulders slump, and his arms holding on to her for support.
Honor breaks the hug and looks him straight in the eye.
"What the hell, bro? You don't love Odette, Logan," she tells him seriously, "She's even realized it, she's not that dumb, so why are you going through with it?" She asks loudly, not caring if her daddy dearest might enter any minute now. Logan remembers that fateful September night, when Rory had also questioned his marriage decision.
"It's the dynastic plan," he answers weakly, unable to justify his actions anymore. "It's what's expected, sis."
Where was the recklessness, the bravery he used to have when he was young and stood up against his father? Where had it gone? Instead, all's left is the shell of a dutiful son, entering a life he absolutely didn't want. At least his love for Rory wouldn't fade, married man or not.
Honor, guessing the mess that were his thoughts, knows better than to argue with him, so she just kisses his cheek and walks out of the room, only to be ambushed by Colin and Finn, the rambunctious duo that were Logan's best friends. Honor also knew better than to put a society smile for them.
"Hello love," Finn greets in his suave way.
"How is our honorary sister in this fine British day?" Colin wonders with glee. Honor raises an eyebrow.
"How can you be so cheery? This day is crap," she pouts as she lights a cigarette, Shira Huntzberger be damned. The pair crosses amused looks.
"We are quite cheery today because we just received an unexpected phone call," Colin starts, being interrupted by the Australian.
"I told you I was 85% sure it was a done deal," he whines at his friend, earning Honor's curiosity.
"What are you guys talking about?" She demands, scared at the possibility of them pulling a ridiculous stunt today of all the days.
"We're talking about a late Christmas miracle, love, a really late, really incredible miracle," Finn states, and proceeds to whisper something into her ear.
Honor's expression changes from confused, to surprised, to utterly stun, to utter excitement.
"You're shitting me," she exclaims, and at seeing their serious expression, she gapes, and cracks her first real smile through the whole wedding week. Pieces were falling into place.
She thanks the limo driver Colin had arranged for them Gilmore girls, and gets out of the car as careful as her heavily pregnant body allowed her to. She isn't even seven months pregnant, but her swollen ankles are killing her, and her back aches terribly since spending eight hours cramped on that tiny plane seat. Her dress is tight around her stomach, and she feels like crying and blowing this whole thing off, but she's already called the guys, and for God's sake, she's there. In London. Owning up to her mistakes. Chasing the love of her life.
The church is beautiful, and old, she notes, with that fancy air the Huntzbergers aim to exude in everything they did. She feels a hand in her shoulder just as her baby kicks her, as if a kick could take all her problems away.
"You're ready kid?" Lorelai asks, holding her daughter's phone to check any upcoming text. Rory swallows, and takes a step up the marble stairs.
"It's my turn to jump, Jack," she mutters under her breath.
Finn and Colin, seated next to a nervous Honor, watch as Odette reaches her place at the altar, and takes Logan's reluctant hand. The priest stands up.
"Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today to witness the union of Logan Elias Huntzberger and Odette Élise Lafontaine in holy matrimony."
Honor crosses silent words with the guys, and understanding, they abandon their seats, and go on to exit the church.
He stares at his fiancée, whose eyes are fixed on the wall, clearly emotionless to the whole ordeal. As much as he tries to hate her, she was as much as the victim as Logan was, both just pawns to their fathers' game of power and money.
He thinks of Rory, and sends all of his love to her, hoping for the universe to let her be happy, and let him continue with the life he was born to fulfill. With a heavy, but quiet sigh, Logan closes his eyes for a millisecond, and, as he turns to face Odette, he lets Rory go, at last.
He tries to concentrate in the ceremony, but suddenly, screaming is heard throughout the church, coming from the outside.
Logan aims to ignore them, but then, he gasps. He knows that voice.
"What do you mean we can't enter? We must enter!" Rory exclaims angrily, frowning at the security guard blocking her access to the church. Time was running out.
"I'm sorry Miss, but I have clear instructions of not letting anyone through during the remaining of the ceremony," the guard speaks, not even looking her to the eye.
"But we were invited, see hot stuff?" Lorelai shoves the invitation into his face, done with the guard's attitude, "Punctuality ain't our forte my friend, so excuse us but we need to get in right now, and I don't care about the etiquette required in British weddings, these heels are killing me!"
The guard pointedly ignores them, and Rory, getting desperate, tries to sneak pass through him unsuccessfully, and ending up being shoved away. Lorelai catches her before she falls down.
"Hey lacking-of-manners-even-though-you're-British-asshole! That is my pregnant daughter you're shoving, so take your hands off her before I jujitsu your ass!"
"You don't even know jujitsu mom!" Rory whispers to her. Lorelai sends her a glare.
"It's calling bluffing, Lorelai Leigh, a millennia old legendary war tactic that has saved me from countless deadly encounters in my almost half a century of life!" She screeches into her ear, and turns to face another facedown with that stupid guard.
"…That is my pregnant daughter you're shoving…!" Colin eyes widen as he listen Rory's mother rant. He looks at Finn.
"Rory's pregnant?" he asks him, and due to his friend's expression, he instantly knows he already knows. The priest aims to speak again.
"Not the time for explanations, mate!" Finn exclaims, rushing him to the doors.
"So before we get on with anything, if there's any objection as to if these two shall marry, speak now or forever hold your peace."
Colin and Finn get to the doors just in time, and while they do successfully sneak up the guards' noses, they have a hard time pulling the doors. Finally, they open them and let the sound come in clear as crystal into the building.
"Speak now, or forever hold your peace."
"…That is my pregnant daughter …!"
He recognizes Lorelai's voice as her statement reaches his ears. He immediately goes white. Pregnant?
Rory notices the opening in the door, and while her mother is verbally abusing the security guard, she slips into the church, and literally bumps into a man's body. Colin's, who glances at her bloated stomach and has a literal jaw drop.
"God bless the bump!" he exclaimed in a mocking British accent while he hugs her quickly.
Finn intercepts them and even though he wants to hug her too, he refrains at hearing the priest's words.
"Speak now or forever hold your peace."
"Go!" he tells her with a big thumbs-up, and Rory, ready, steps into the hallway.
This is for love, for life, for happiness, and for her.
"I Object."
He sees her before she speaks, and he's sure he's going to cry.
Her dark hair is longer now, falling in ringlets over her shoulders. Her eyes are sparkling, either for tears or for a light trick. Her skin glows like she's never glowed before in her life, even thought she glowed for him every time they were together. He then gets to see her body. Her dress fits her body like a glove, and then there it is, in the middle of her stomach, a bump. An obvious baby bump. Apparently, the universe heard his prayers. The entire church turns to her, but she doesn't seem to notice. Her blue eyes are fixed on him, and as she puts her hands over her stomach, he lets go of Odette's hand.
"I Object."
He's moving towards her even before she finishes to utter those two words that have created a chain reaction. He walks up the aisle, ignoring Mitchum shouting at him, Shira being in the verge of fainting, Honor grinning at the pregnant brunette, and Odette, who, lost in translation, can't help but sadly smile: smile at his fiancé walking away from her, and smile at the clearly pregnant woman with the guts the size of the Eiffel Tower to pull off something like this. It was an ode to true love.
He reaches her, but she doesn't touch her, instead, her admires her. If this is a dream, don't wake him up.
"Ace," he says with the devotion of a prayer.
"Logan," she answers.
"You're here," he states.
She exhales.
"It was my turn to jump," she says back.
He moves his hands to her stomach. The baby kicks, she cries.
"You're pregnant."
"I am, and just for the record, it is yours," she clarifies, and even in his shock, he laughs in disbelief.
"I think that was implied, if not you wouldn't be crashing my wedding," the "my" rolls of his tongue so easily, she can't but stiffen.
"Is it still your wedding?" she asks, and suddenly the world she's blocked out comes crashing down to her. The elite scrutinizing the wedding crasher, the Huntzbergers seething at her, the Lafontaines not having a clue of what's happening, and of course, the bride left at the altar. She cannot breathe.
Logan takes her hand. Pieces fall into place.
"Not anymore," his answer is like a breath of fresh air after spending a minute underwater. He feels like life.
They have time to figure everything out. They've always had.
They close up on each other. They're going to kiss. Only they don't.
Rory falters. She screams in pain. Before she articulates his name, she falls. The bells chime.
TBC (?)