Just Another Lorelai Gilmore.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or any of the affiliated characters/references.
This is set where a year in the life leaves off, but in my story, that series happens only two years after the original series ended so that Rory is only 24, Lorelai would be 41, etc. This is a LITERATI FanFiction, because it only makes sense when they mention the Gilmore girls lives going "full circle", and Jess is in my opinion, the best
Chapter 1.
There I sat, staring at my mother who was looking into what was a full glass of champagne. "Mom… I don't know what to do. I mean, lately I never know what to do, but with this… with it" motioning toward my stomach, "I really don't know what I'm doing."
She grasped my hand with hers, and squeezed tight. "Hun, that's normal. Even in the most ideal situation, a first kid is always like this. I mean, I understand your situation is a little… unique. Who is the father… Pete, Logan or Wookiee??" She gave a small teasing smile. But my stomach sank. "Oh Rory, I'm just teasing, I mean, unless, my grandkid is part wookiee."
"Does it even matter at this point? I'm not with any of those guys, I'm a terrible person. Who would've thought, one day you would be asking me who the father of my unborn child is?!" I let out a sob and buried my face in my shaking hands.
I felt sick. Besides morning sickness, I just felt sick from stress and unanswered questions from myself and my mom. I felt her hand rub my back in comfort and I leaned on her shoulder. "You're going to be ok kid. And it does matter who the dad is. Whether you're with him or not, this kid has a dad and that person deserves to know." She paused, "It's Logan's baby right?"I nodded and cried harder into her shoulders. "Well, give it some thought about how to tell him and then… just tell him. There wont be an easy way to say any of this, so might as well rip off the bandaid once you figure out what you will say."
"Thanks mom, you're right." I stood up and turned towards her. "I'm gonna take a walk, think things over. Figure out what the hell I could say to him that doesn't sound like I did this on purpose because we were drifting apart."
"If he knows you at all kid, he's gonna know you wouldn't do that." I responded with a small smile and walked away. "I'll see you later, you're going to be my maid of honor… again right?" We both gave a small knowing laugh and parted ways.
I walked around town, decorations were up for the official wedding still waiting to happen later today. I smiled, thinking of how happy my mother is. It took her so long to get this happy ending with Luke, and she deserved it so much. My eyes scanned the familiar buildings surrounding me, and I thought of all my memories made here. Mom had given me everything in this town and put herself last, always. I could do the same, if Logan doesn't want to be apart of our child's life. I could do this. If my mom could put her needs aside for all those years I spent growing up, and wait for her happy ending, then so could I.
I nodded my head in decision, a physical action that wasn't necessary since nobody was paying attention or even knew what I was thinking. I was heading towards my car at the house, pretty much the only place I was guaranteed no eves dropping while I called Logan. Once safely inside, with music playing as a precaution, I pressed call on his contact number and waited with a knot in my stomach.
"Ace. I'm surprised to see your name flashing across my screen." He answered smoothly, as if he wasn't surprised at all. The cockiness in his tone was a turn off for the first time for me, in a long time.
"Hey Logan, is now an ok time to talk? I mean… do you have a few minutes to talk in private?" I tried not to fumble in words, directing my anxiety at the hem of my shirt which was now completely twisted around one hand's fingers.
"Yeah, now's a great time. I'm all yours. What's up? Taking me up on that offer to write in our spare house?" I could tell he hadn't caught my nervous tone of voice.
"Oh, no, not that. I actually have already written quite a bit. But I guess you could say that this phone call will probably lead to another book all on its own." I was rambling, and I could feel another bit coming. "You see the thing is… once upon a time I might have envisioned this conversation, in that house in California. But not for another few years at least. Except, we're not in California, you're not even in California. You're in another country, engaged to another woman, and this is not at all how my life was supposed to be going right now." Ok Rory, get yourself together, I thought to myself. "I'm pregnant Logan, I'm pregnant and its your baby." I let out a loud sigh and gathered the strength not to crumble. "I don't need you. I mean, I'm not asking you to drop everything for me because of this pregnancy. Actually, I'm asking you not to, at least at this very moment. I've had little time to process this, but even with that little time, I'm still ahead in the game of processing and you yourself need time to process. So just take in this information, and once you have, give me a call and then we can be on the same page for decision making."
I could hear some fumbling around, a sigh and then another sigh. "Wow Rory, I don't… I don't know what to say. How did this happen? We're careful, you're on the pill… or so I was led to believe." The accusation and irritation in his voice was very present.
My eyebrows came together in hurt and confusion. "I told you almost three months ago I had stopped the pill. I was getting migraines way too often with it, I was waiting to start a lighter dose when I got a new insurance plan…?" I formed this as a question, because how could he not remember this conversation? How could he not remember sending me to the drug store to buy condoms so he wouldn't be seen by anyone? "We went over this, I went to the store, bought the condoms, how do you not recall this? Plus every time since then when I've asked if we were good in that department you confirmed we were."
He was silent for a while. "Odette's flight is landing and I have to go pick her up from the airport. I'll call you when I can." No goodbye, just a hang up.
I wasn't disappointed when he didn't say bye. I was disappointed that he was blaming me. Yes ill take blame that I wasn't 100% sure he was 'covered' every time, but I would not take ALL the blame in this. I threw my phone into the passenger seat and laid my head on the steering wheel. A soft knock on my window made me raise up to look at the person intruding on my moment.
"Did you just realize I was right about Hemingway all these years? Cause you look sad as hell." Jess' smirk was so wide I wanted to wipe it off with my windshield wipers.
I reluctantly got out of the car. "If that was the case, you'd have found my lifeless body, because over my dead body will I ever admit that." I straightened out my shirt, that had signs of my anxious wringing of the hems. "Just tired, and mentally preparing for another wedding."
"Another wedding? Someone besides your mom and good ol' uncle Luke getting hitched today?" He questioned. Oops! Wasn't supposed to give that away!
"Uh… it's a long story. And one I will share, when I have permission to do so!" He shrugged his shoulders and picked up his duffle bag from the ground. "You do know you're in the wedding and cant leave until after the reception tonight right?" I said, eyeing his bag he was now adjusting over his shoulder.
"I got somewhere to be early, so I packed up and Luke said to toss it in the house so I can head out late tonight. So no, I wont be leaving the groom without a best man, though from what I hear, you make a fine one on short notice none the least." I laughed and headed to the front door with him. "Yeah, I saw the pictures and kinda bugged for the story behind them."
"That was definitely a one time gig. Though I pull off the best man look better than you will anyday." I gave him a nudge and laughed.
"To be fair, wait until you see that monkey suit on me. You'll be taking those words back, cause I gotta admit, I'm digging the whole tux thing, and if you repeat that I'll burn all your books." I gave a dramatic gasp and fake fainting onto the couch.
"Your secret is safe with me." A small smile played on my lips, and for a second I almost forgot how terrible I had been feeling only minutes before.
Thank you for reading and I hope you are enjoying this first chapter! I haven't written in years and I do my own editing and grammar, so please excuse any minor mistakes. Reviews would be appreciated, I'd love to hear any thoughts so far! Enjoy!