"Mommy! Mommy!" A little girl tugged at the hem of Rory's dress. She looked down at the small child and gasped, she was a mother? When did this happen? She felt trapped, scared and needed to get out of there. "Mommy!" The little girl whined, and Rory woke up, to a pitch black bedroom, Jess laying beside her on his stomach, fast asleep.

She calmed herself down, realising it was only a dream, trust her to freak out over being a mother, she wasn't even the pregnant Gilmore. She tucked herself back into the coverrs, and tried to forget all about it.

The next thing Rory knew, Jess' alarm clock was ringing in her ears, she could hear him fumbling over to her side of the bed to switch it off. The idea was always that if it were on her side, He would have to get out of bed to turn it off, that way they would have to wake up whether they liked it or not. He kissed her nose, she crinkled it up, begging him not to turn the light on, but it was too late, the noise was gone but the light was just as bad. "No, five more minutes." She begged him, trying to hide under the blankets.

"Nice try, you're the one who promised to come with me to my session, remember?" He teased, pulling her out from the blankets. "Unless you want to cancel all future appointments?" He asked, hoping she would just agree to that for the exchange of the lights being switched back off.

"Nope." She shook her head, climbing out of bed. "But I get the first shower." She told him, walking down the hall to their bedroom. She hated having seperate bedroom and bathroom, but until her book was published, there was no way they could afford a bigger apartment, with an ensuite.

"I'll get the coffee ready." He agreed, walking the opposite direction towards their kitchen. On a usual morning, Jess would awake to the sound of his alarm, turn the darn thing off and get ready for work, by the time he was ready to leave. Rory would have woken up fully, and have been ready for coffee. He would eat his breakfast along side her with her coffee, before kissing her goodbye and leaving for the day. Whatever Rory did, was unknown to him, he knew she was writing her book, but she wouldn't let him read it. Not til it's finished as she would always say.

"Jess!" He heard his girlfriend yelling from the bathroom, he ran up the hall to find her standing in the doorway naked, she looked upset but he didn't really know why. "When was the last time we.." She asked, counting on her fingers.

He frowned, "I don't know?" He thought about it, going through the dates in his mind. "Two, maybe three weeks ago?" He guessed, its not like he kept a tally or anything. He didn't need to, they were intimate enough in his opinion, he had nothing to complain about.

"Three weeks?" She repeated, counting on her fingers. "Oh no." She wailed, before slamming the door in his face. He stood there stupidly for no less than thirty seconds. "Rory?" He knocked on the door.

She opened it, now wearing a towel. "I'm going to remain calm, and not think about this." She told him, walking past and into their room in search of her phone.

"No" He told her. "You're not going to do that."

"Do what?" She asked, searching through her purse for her cell phone.

"You're not going to give me broken information, and then call your mom, and tell her before me. Whatever you're worried about, you can tell me first."

She stopped and sat on the floor, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I think I'm pregnant." She told him just seconds before errupting into a fit of tears, they leaked out of her gorgeous blue eyes like a broken faucet, he sat down beside her on the floor, and wrapped his arm across her shoulders.

"It's okay, you don't know that you are for sure, we can go to a doctor if you want to. Ir's all going to be okay." He promised, kissing her forehead.

"I know." She whimpered before starting to laugh.

"What is it?" Jess asked in amusement.

"It's just, most girls would be happy by this news, and all I can think of is how I'm an unmarried 27 year old struggling writer whose mom is already pregnant." She laughed, tears still falling, but they weren't fresh.

Jess chuckled. "You're not a struggling writer, you're so far from struggling, the writing is the one struggling because you're going so hard."

She laughed. "We're not kid people Jess."

"Maybe we are, maybe we just haven't been exposed to that yet." He shrugged.

"I really hope that it's just a scare, does that make me a bad person?"

"You couldn't be a bad person if you tried."

Dr Bishop had just welcomed the young couple into her room, Jess held his hand against Rory's back as if leading her in protectively. She noticed this as she watched how the couple interacted with each other. It was obvious to anyone who saw the pair that they were in love, even the small things, the brushing of fingertips, the way they would look at each other as though they were seeing the other for the very first time. She smiled to herself, thinking of the last time someone looked at her that way.

"You must be Rory." She grinned, welcoming her in. The couple sat down on the sofa opposite her, Rory folded her hands into her lap and Jess lounged out a bit, making himself more comfortable.

"Yes" Rory nodded. "Nice to meet you." She replied warmly, leaning back into Jess' body. They fit like a puzzle, the pair of them sitting there. It was just the way they were. She watched the couple a little longer, waiting for them to settle in.

"Jess tells me that you met in your home town."

"Stars Hollow." Rory nodded, "he wasn't too fond of the place at first, but now I think he sees it's charm."

"I'm right here." Jess reminded them.

"I'm just catching her up to where we are."

"He doesn't like people talking about him while he's in the room, able to talk for himself. Right Jess?" Rory turned to him.

"Right." He agreed.

"Alright well, Jess. Why don't you tell Rory what we've been talking about the past two sessions."

He glared at her slightly before shrugging it off. "She's been asking me about our parents mostly." He explained.

"Is that why you asked me to talk to you before my mom?" Rory questioned him, leaning up to look at his face.

"Something like that."

"Aww, you're actually getting something out of this." She cooed.

Old Jess would have rolled his eyes, maybe told her to shut up, old Jess might have even walked out, but this Jess say there, squeezed Rory's hand and shrugged. "That's what I'm here for isn't it?" He asked her and she smiled.

"Yes"

Dr Bishop smiled again, observing the pair. "You're probably wondering why I asked the both of you here this time." She started off. "A part of Jess' journey involves you and your relationship. From what he has told me, and what I can see here in front of me, you are both very much in love with each other."

"I'll drink to that." Rory agreed.

"Jess has also mentioned briefly about a time when you weren't together."

"We dated in high school, and things changed, we dated other people but somehow ended up back together."

"She means, I was a stupid 17 year old that was too scared to tell her I flunked out of school, while she was being accepted into Harvard and Yale. So I ran away." Jess explained bluntly.

"Well personally, I wouldn't have put it that way, but that sums some of it up." Rory added.

"What was it like being apart from each other?" Dr Bishop asked them both.

Rory looked up at Jess and Jess down at Rory.

"I was heartbroken." She said honestly, looking down at the floor sadly.

Jess sighed. "I was an angry person, I was mad at myself for being in that situation, and madder at how I handled it all."

"The running away part or the hurting Rory part?"

"My running away was what hurt her, so both."

"If I understood why he left, maybe I could have helped him or told him I loved him." Rory squeezed Jess' knee as she spoke. "But he left and I was so scared that I had done something wrong, but I hadn't. I didn't know that back then, until he came back."

"You came back?" Dr Bishop asked Jess.

Jess didn't want to talk about this, he felt trapped, like he had been ambushed. He knew the only way out would be to talk about it despite his uneasy feeling, believing that this could make things go sour between he and Rory, he didn't want to open old wounds but he had to. "I came back because I couldn't stand it anymore. My dad never wanted me at his place, and I didn't really want to be there. The only place that felt like home was with my uncle, where Rory lived, but I didn't know what I left behind. I didn't think that she would still be upset at me, but I needed to tell her the truth, so I followed her and I told her that I loved her, and the look on her face was enough of an answer for me back then."

"The look on my face?" Rory asked him as if it were news to her.

"The look that said "I don't trust this guy." You looked at me like you'd seen a ghost, like I had died and come back life, like you were torn between happy that I'm alive, and angry that I left."

"I was. I had practised things I would say to you if I saw you again, and when you were there, when you said that. They all disappears. I forgot all about them."

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are. I forgave you a long time ago Jess."

"I forgave myself too."

It had been years since they'd seen each other, Rory had travelled, she had been writing for magazines here and there, newspapers, online publishings but she hadn't felt the same spark she had when she was writing at Yale. Writing had been her passion for so many years and it still was, just not in the way it used to be. She was waiting in a little café, for the man she had been thinking an awful lot about in that time period, and there he was in the doorway, he scanned the room for her before she waved him down. He smiled and made his way over. "Hey Rory."

He sat down opposite her, their knees knocked awkwardly, she already has a cup of coffee, it was her second. "Jess." She whispered happily. "It's been so long, you have to tell me all about your new book." She prompted, he started talking about his second book, which had a larger success than the first. He told her about the writers he had been introduced to, the things he had learnt, and the places he had been. She told him about her travels and her articles, who had published her, who hadn't. She told him about her new dream, to write a novel, to be an author. He was completely on board with the idea, telling her that he could introduce her to his publisher.

They moved on from there, started seeing each other regularly, she would visit him at his job, now working in New York as an editor. He read more books than he could remember, some were incredible and others needed to be redirected. His job was something he loved and something he was good at, and he wanted Rory to do the same thing for herself.

He helped her with her first book, a humorous guide to surviving an Ivy League college, it was most popular in ebook form, college students across the country were always sending her emails and Facebook messages telling her how much they loved her book, and how they couldn't wait for another. Rory wanted to dig deeper, she wanted to write from the heart and to reach out to more people. She wanted to challenge herself and this time was different to the last, she was writing about her own life, her ups and downs with love, her ups and downs with her parents and her struggles as a person. She was writing a novel about Rory Gilmore. She hadn't let anyone read a single section of her book, whenever Jess tried to sneak a look she would slam her laptop shut. This was her baby, the only baby she could handle right now.

Jess still treasured the day they got back together, it wasn't out of the blue, it wasn't a moment of passion, it fell into place the way it was meant to. They were celebrating the success of her first book when he asked her the question, "Do you want to move in with me?"

Rory hadn't known what to say, on one hand it felt like they were together and the other hand, there had been no confirmation of them being a couple, no kisses, no touches, no sex. They had just been friends, and even though Rory knew in her heart that her and Jess had never been "just friends" she didn't know if he was feeling the same as her, or if he had just thought they were something else, she reached up onto her top toes and kissed him, he wrapped one arm around her waist and his other hand cupped her chin as they kissed and kissed until they needed to come up for air, she gasped, playing with his hair. "I want to move in." She told him with a breathless laugh.

Now sitting in the psychologist's office hand in hand, they were being asked about their past, to make sure they had a future.

"This exercise is about listening to each other and trusting one another. I want you to both come up with three things that you either like about your relationship or that you want to change. How about Rory, you start and you can both alternate."

Rory turned to face Jess, feeling a little silly. "Okay, I don't really know where to start, so I guess I'll say something I like. Jess, I really like and appreciate how you see past my crazies, you don't question my diet or my coffee addiction, you let me be me even when it's not what rational people might be accustomed to."

"The crazy you is the one I fell in love with."

"Your turn Jess."

"You're the only person, besides Luke who has pushed me to be a better person. Everyone else has just accepted me as who I am, as if I can never amount to anything more."

"You've come so far. I'm so proud of you."

"You're the one who I thought about every day, who pushed me to grow up and to be a man."

"Don't tell Luke that, he thinks it's all him." Rory joked.

"Is it my turn again?" She asked, pondering on what she could say. "Um, this morning, I liked it how you told me that I couldn't shut you out and tell my mom instead of you. I know that I do that sometimes, I don't mean to. It's just I've grown up with my mom, and she's been there for me all this time, the only person that I could trust like that. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that she's been my life line since before I was even born. I'm really going to try and let you in more."

"Thank you." He nodded, caressing her hand with his fingers.

"I really want to read your book, but you won't let me."

"It's not that I won't let you, I just want it to be perfect since you're in it. I want it to be up to standard before you look."

"It will be better than any standards anyone could have. You'll knock it out of the park Rory."

"I hope so."

"I know so."

The rest of the session was all about trust, they were asked questions, and were able to open up more about things in their past, and present that they hadn't been talking about. Their session ended, and both Rory and Jess felt like they had gotten somewhere, like they understood each other and where they stood a little better. They were learning things that only helped them understand each other more.

''Did you want to go to the doctor today? Or..talk to your mom first?" Jess asked Rory as they walked out the front, Rory sighed, thinking it over. "I would rather not go alone, and since you're working for the rest of the week, I really need you there with me. Whether its good or bad news, and I'm still not entirely sure which would be good and which would be bad just yet, either way. I want you there with me."

"You're choosing me over your mom?" He asked, feeling special.

She nodded. "Not that it's a matter of you over her, it's just this is more your business than it is hers."

"I'll call a cab."