So it's been years since I published a Gilmore Girls story, or even wrote one. I'm an insane fan of the show, so I was beyond excited for the revival. Without getting too into it, I loved the revival, but there were points I take issue with. I finished A Year In The Life at 2am, after watching all of them in a row. After taking most of the day to collect my thoughts, I sat down and wrote this, because I needed to add on to that ending for Rory, Logan and all of us shippers. This is only part one, since I wanted to save Rory and Logan's conversation for its own chapter. I hope you enjoy this.

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"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm pregnant."

Numb. That's all she feels.

It's been almost three days since the wedding, three days since she sat in the gazebo with her mother and told her the hardest thing she'd ever had to say. In that three days she's opened and closed Logan's number on her phone countless times, hovering over the call button before stopping herself. She doesn't know what the right decision is, and she's pretty sure she's driving herself crazy.

A soft knock on her bedroom door pulls her from her thoughts.

"Yeah?"

The door pushes open, and Lorelai appears in the space. "Hey. I thought maybe you'd like some cocoa?" She asks softly.

She smiles and nods, taking the mug from her mother, who perches herself on the end of the bed.

Silence hangs between them.

"So …" Lorelai starts, unsure of where to go.

Rory just nods slowly.

"How are you feeling?" Lorelai asks cautiously.

Rory nods again. "Yeah, I feel okay."

"What about what's going on inside your head?"

She looks down at the bedspread below her, tracing the pattern with her fingertips. "I don't know."

It's Lorelai's turn to nod, as they fall back into silence.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

Lorelai's head jolts up from her mug. "What on earth are you sorry for?"

"I didn't mean to distract you from your wedding, dropping this big news on you so suddenly. I just couldn't keep it to myself any longer."

"Aw, hon, you know that you are always a priority. Please don't feel bad about this, you have absolutely no reason to." Lorelai reassures her.

"Yeah, but still. You and Luke finally got your wedding, and you had all of two days to celebrate, and now you're back here, having to deal with all my problems." She says, a hint of bitterness in her tone.

"Hey," Lorelai says firmly. "That is not true. You will always be my kid, so your problems are my problems. There is nothing that will change that. And Luke loves you too, he would never think badly of you."

"Did you tell him?" Rory asks

"No. I didn't think it was my news to tell, unless you want me to."

"Yeah." She says softly. She can't bear to think about Luke's face as she tells him she's pregnant. Or her grandmother's, for that matter. Oh man, there's a thought that needs to be left for another day.

Lorelai pats her leg gently. "Okay."

"So," Lorelai starts again, moving the conversation away. "I got an email from your dad today."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. He just said congratulations, and that he's happy for me, and that you apparently vetoed a unicorn as a wedding gift? Why on earth would you do that?"

Rory smiles.

"I didn't know you'd seen him recently."

"Yeah, I went the other day." She admits. "I wanted to make sure he didn't show up at the wedding or anything."

"You're right, he does have priors." Lorelai agrees. "But you went all that way just for that? I'm flattered, kid."

"No, I also wanted to ask him some stuff. You know, for the book."

"Stuff like what?" She asks curiously.

"Just stuff."

"Like what?" Lorelai persists.

Rory sighs. "I wanted to know how he felt about you raising me by yourself. I wanted to know why he didn't fight you on it, and if he regrets it now. I needed to know if it was the right decision."

Lorelai frowns slightly, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Why would you ask him … oh Rory."

Her face turns away from her mother, knowing she's realised and made the connection herself.

"Rory." Lorelai prompts, trying to get her to turn back to her.

When she does, her kid's eyes are filled with tears, which is enough to make her chest clench.

"Aw, hon …" She scoots closer, wrapping her arms around her grown daughter, wishing she had stayed little for just a bit longer. Back when her biggest problem was studying for a test, or deciding what to wear for a date.

As soon as her mother's arms close around her, she's sobbing into her neck.

"Shh, Rory, it's okay."

"No it's not." She cries. "I've screwed up so much this last year. I've done everything wrong."

"That's okay."

"No it isn't! I slept with Logan even though I knew about his fiancée, I screwed with Paul's head and I was so cruel to him, I've failed at journalism, and now I'm about to have a baby! I've done so many stupid things that I don't even recognise my own life anymore."

"No, Rory, I want you to listen to me." Lorelai says, waiting until her daughter lifts her head to look at her. "Maybe you've made some mistakes this last year. Everyone does. It's just part of life; we screw up, and move on. None of those mistakes matter so much as what you're going to do about it now."

"I know. That's why I went to see Dad. I needed to know how he felt about you raising me alone, so I can decide what to do about Logan."

"Alright, well there's a mistake right there, because I'll tell you right now kid, you are not me, and Logan is not Christopher." Lorelai says, all matter of fact.

"But –"

"But nothing, Rory. Your dad was speaking in terms of he and I, and that does not mean that it's the same situation for you."

"He said I was a lot like you. A force to be reckoned with, so sure about everything. What a joke, since I'm not sure about anything these days." She mutters.

"Look, I'll give him that. Most of the time, I love that we're so similar. I'm glad I gave you my blue eyes, and my caffeine addiction, and so many other wonderful qualities of mine. But we are not the same person. You have to live your own life, and make your own decisions. I know I like to chime in a bit more than necessary sometimes, but it's only because I love you so much, kid. I just want you to be happy, and that's up to you, for the most part." Lorelai shrugs.

"I just don't know what to do." She whispers.

"About Logan?" Lorelai clarifies.

Rory nods. "I knew about her, I knew he was engaged. But when we were together, nothing else seemed to matter. It's was just the two of us, like it was always supposed to be."

"So why didn't you tell him how you felt?"

"I don't know." Rory shrugs. "He's destined to have his perfect Hunztberger life, with the trophy wife that his family approves of. He shouldn't have me, the girl who wouldn't marry him and then shows up years later, making him cheat on his fiancée."

"Rory, that's total crap." Lorelai tells her. "None of that stuff with his family matters, it's you two that matter. How did he feel about all this?"

"I don't know, I never asked him." She admits. "I was the one who decided that our relationship would be about just us, only in London. Except then I started relying on him too much. And I couldn't have him all the time, because he wasn't mine."

"And you never thought to ask him how he felt about the whole situation, where he saw it leading?"

"I was too afraid." She whispers. "I set up all these rules, and they didn't work in the end. Then I said goodbye to him, and I thought that'd be it. But now I don't know what to do, if I should even tell him about the baby."

"Okay, because this is the real decision now. What are you going to do, Rory?"

"I don't know. That's why I went to Dad and asked him about when you guys were younger."

"Okay, but this is not the same situation." Lorelai reminds her. "You and Logan are not teenagers, you are grown adults. No one is forcing you to get married here. You and I have a very different relationship than I did with my parents, and I will support you no matter what. And also, I don't think Logan is like your dad. They have the money and society thing in common, but that's about it."

"So you think I should tell him?"

"I think you should do what's right. It's your decision, but I can't help thinking about Logan, since I think he has the right to know. I know how Luke still feels about the fact that Anna never told him about April, even after all these years. Things like that change people's lives."

Rory sighs. "I just wish things were different."

"You have the ability to change this, Rory." Lorelai tells her, as serious as she's ever been. "Maybe it'll work out the way you want, and maybe it won't. But you've got to at least try."

"What if he wants nothing to do with me?" Rory whispers.

"Then it'll be his decision to miss out on his child's life, and that'll hurt, but we will handle it."

"What if he picks me only because of the baby? What if he doesn't love me, but he just wants to do the right thing?"

"Well, that's a conversation that the two of you need to have. It's between you and him."

Rory sighs and nods, looking down at the bedspread again. "I just wish I could know how he'll react."

"Rory," Lorelai says suddenly, the serious tone still lacing her voice. "Do you love him?"

Her question instantly brings Rory's eyes back to hers. There's shock and apprehension in them, but her answer is clear as anything.

"Yes."

"Then fight for him." The elder Gilmore urges. "Otherwise you'll spend the rest of your life wondering 'what if', and it'll kill you. You need to do this."

Rory nods yet again, this time in acceptance. "Okay."

"Okay." Lorelai repeats. "Now, get some sleep kid. You've got a trip to make soon."

"You're right." She admits, crawling under the covers.

Lorelai moves to the head of the bed, tucking her daughter in, just as she's done countless times in their lives.

"I love you, kid."

"I love you, Mom."

Lorelai shuts the door behind her as she leaves, and Rory turns onto her side. Her mind is still racing, and there's still a gnawing feeling in her gut, but at least she's feeling more sure about what to do.

She slides one hand down to press against her still flat abdomen.

"I'll take care of us, I promise." She whispers.