"Hey, it's me," Rory Gilmore began as she heard his voice on the other line. She took a deep breath, ready to tell him why she was calling, but was cut off.
"Listen, Rory. I know we've had our fun. We had a fun, casual relationship, but it has to be done. You have to stop calling me. Odette and I are getting married, soon. We can't keep doing this. You can't call me every time something comes up. You need to move on. I need to move on." His voice cut through her like a knife. "I loved you a long time ago, but I love Odette now. She said yes to my proposal, which was different for you. I don't want you calling again. Please, understand."
Nervousness turned to anger, "Fine. If that's what you want, that's the way it will be. Bye Logan." Rory hung up the phone and burst into tears. So much for telling Logan that he was going to be a father. It's not like she needed him anyways. She had so many other people to help her. He had a right to know, but he ruined it for himself. She knew from that moment on, that she didn't need Logan Huntzberger anymore.
"Em, it's time for school! We have to go!" Rory yelled up the stairs.
The ten year old appeared at the top of the stairs, adjusting the skirt of her school uniform. "Ready. Oh, I forgot my bag!" Em said as she turned back.
"You're killing me, Smalls." Rory sighed. "Usually teachers arrive before students, especially on the first day."
Em appeared once again, "Oh mom, you are so dramatic." She said, sounding much older that she was.
It was the first day of school for both mom and daughter. Em was going into 5th grade, while Rory was teaching an English course and was the faculty representative for The Franklin. Rory was so glad she had decided to get her Masters. She just knew that it was the right move. Emily had been attending Chilton since the third grade, an experience Rory never got to have. She knew that private schools were tough, but she was glad that her daughter was able to get the opportunity to attend her alma mater.
The duo headed to school, Emily chattering all the way about the friends she was going to see and all that she hoped to learn. She was very much her mother's daughter. She had a love for words and learning.
Arriving at school, slightly after an acceptable time for the teacher to arrive, the pair was greeted by Headmaster Charleston, who was getting up there in age. Rory could hardly believe he was still headmaster, but as he put it, 'A headmaster's job is never finished.'
"Ah, the Gilmore Girls. How lovely to see you both. I assume you are very excited for 5th grade, Emily."
Emily smiled her charming smile, "Of course, Headmaster Charleston. I can't wait to learn more and read more."
Headmaster Charleston chuckled, "At the rate you're going, there might not me any more books for you to read." Emily smiled in response before he turned his attention to her mother, "And I assume you are slightly nervous to begin your first day."
Rory let out a deep breath and smiled at the old man, "I think slightly is an understatement. I am really excited though. I think this will be a good shift for the both of us."
Headmaster Charleston affectionately patted Rory's arm, "Well, I will leave you to it then. Enjoy your day, Miss Gilmore. And for you, Emily, have a great first day of 5th grade."
"Gilmore, Emily," The teacher called out and then joked, "Wow, Emily Gilmore, you look great for your age."
Emily resisted the urge to roll her eyes. That was the joke everyone in Hartford made. All. Of. The. Time. "You must know my great grandmother."
Emily's teacher smiled at her, "My mother was great friends with her when they were on the DAR together. It's great to see a Gilmore once again."
Emily politely smiled. She knew it was best to please her teacher, especially on the first day. She just knew it was going to be a long year.
Emily sank into the first desk she saw once she made it to her mom's room after school. "Ugh. My teacher knows Grandma Emily."
Rory looked sympathetically at her young daughter. "Well, it was bound to happen. Did she say anything else?"
"No, I didn't really want to get into it with her. I'm sure she has tons of stories about her and all of the wonderful things she did for the DAR. Grandma hasn't lived in Hartford for 11 years. Why does it even matter?" Emily ranted.
"The Gilmore name is still a big deal in Hartford. Grandma donates money to the school in Grandpa's name." Changing the subject, Rory asked, "How was your day, other than the Gilmore thing?"
"Serenity is in my class, which is good. There's a new girl, Lexi, who is already really annoying. She is a total know it all. It was good to see my friends and I'm excited to read new books, but the whole Grandma thing bothers me."
"I'm glad you have Serenity with you. Maybe Lexi being a know it all because she is scared. Being new is hard, you know that. When you started Chilton two years ago, you had no friends. So, at least try to be friends with her, okay?" Rory asked pleading with her daughter.
Emily sighed, "Fine. I'll try."
"That's my girl." Rory smiled. "Now, let's head home. We've had enough excitement for the day."
"How was your day?" Emily asked, remembering that it was also her mother's first day.
"It was... interesting. I had a lot of students who have read my work, so they had lots of questions about that and not so much about my class.
"Well, that's okay. " Emily said, "The first day isn't really about learning anyways."
"What? No learning on the first day? What kind of school do you go to?" Rory teased.
Emily rolled her eyes, "Can we please go? My stomach is not used to this whole day class thing. I'm starving."
"You really are a Gilmore." Rory laughed as she grabbed her things, "Let's go, I could use some coffee."
The first stop for the girls was Luke's Diner. Emily practically ran into the diner.
Luke, behind the counter, smiled at the young girl. "Hey Emmy, a little hungry today?"
"I am a growing girl." Emily said taking a seat at the first open table. "And a Gilmore. And I have had to sit for 8 hours. I can only take so much."
Rory joined her daughter. "Is she telling you just how starving she is? It's like she doesn't get fed or something."
Emily stuck her tounge out at her mother. "I'll have a burger and fries, Grandpa. And some coffee."
"Yes to thr burger and fries, no to the coffee." Luke said without even looking.
"Please, pretty please?" Emily said giving her best puppy dog eyes.
"The answer is no."
"You heard him, kid." Rory said, but the mouthed, "You can have some of mine."
Emily smiled at her mother and then solemnly said, "Fine," to her grandfather.
The bell above the door rang. "Hey Millie girl, how was the first day?"
Emily's eyes lit up. "Mikey!"
The teenaged boy sat down at the table, "Well? How was it? Don't leave me hanging."
"It was okay. Typical first day." Emily said with a shrug. "How was your day?"
Michael mimicked the shrug, "Typical first day."
Luke came back to the table, plates in hand. "Hey, you're supposed to be working." Luke said, noticing the boy.
"That's my cue. I can't wait to hear about your day, Ror. But the boss man is waiting. And if I don't go now, he will still be waiting at home, which is way worse than just here."
"Michael!" Luke growled.
"Sorry, Dad. I can't talk to my beautiful niece about her first day of school? I'm just trying to be a good uncle here." Michael asked, trying to use Emily as a way out of work.
Luke shook his head, not buying it. Luke and Lorelai had decided to become foster parents after their wedding. Michael was the first kid to come along and he stayed. Despite refusing to talk to anyone for the first 3 months he lived with the Danes, he eventually came around, deciding that he was in a safe place. Deciding to adopt the scrawny six year old had been the best decision. They loved their son and Emily loved her uncle Michael. They were Millie and Mikey, an unstoppable duo.
Right then Rory's phone went off. "Oh, I've got to take this. I'll be right back."
"Hello?" She answered, once outside.
"Hello, is this Rory Gilmore?" A female voice came on the line.
"Yes, this is she."
"Mitchum Huntzberger would like to schedule a meeting with you." Rory froze. Mitchum Huntzberger? She hadn't spoken to a Huntzberger in eleven years.
"Would you be able to tell me what this is pertaining?" Rory asked, concerned.
"I'm sorry ma'am. The only information he gave me was that it was urgent." The woman said apologetically.
"Urgent?" Rory asked confused. "I guess I can make time." Rory and the secretary made an appointment for Saturday afternoon at Mitchum's Hartford office. Rory hung up the phone feeling extremely confused and a little nervous.