Disclaimer: Rory and Logan unfortunately are not my property!
A/N: Just a cutesy one-shot that occurred to me out of nowhere.
Little Surprise
"Ace, baby its time to get up."
"No." Rory replied stubbornly, "I won't go."
"Sweetheart, please."
"Logan, I HATE wedding planning."
"I know you do. But we have to go. The wedding is in 16 days!"
"I know. Maybe we should have had a longer engagement. I mean think about it. We broke up in May, got back together in June, Got engaged in July, are getting married December 19th and having a baby in August." Rory was frustrated. Spending so much time with Shira was starting to make her think her IQ was dropping.
"Wait? Baby?"
"Oh, yeah. Baby. I'm kind of pregnant, bun in the oven, knocked up, with child, expecting, in a delicate way, preggers—"
"So we're having a baby?"
"Well that's usually what comes out. Although, you're so slow in getting this, I may just pop out a few dozen eggs. Let them develop for a while longer. And you are so changing all those diapers."
"Interesting. Ace this is absolutely amazing! Can you believe it? A baby! I'm gonna be a dad!"
"So you're happy about this?"
"Is that a joke? Ace this is going to be amazing. Our baby will be so cute! And we'll buy lots of cute clothes and toys—and we need to get one of the spare rooms ready—I mean that's like in eight and a half months!" Logan paused for breath and decided to try something new. He bent over and gently placed his lips on Rory's flat stomach, "Hey BL, I'm your daddy."
"BL?"
"Baby Logan."
"And if it's a girl?"
"Baby Logannette." Logan said, as if it was completely obvious.
"Logan, we are not naming our daughter Logannette."
"And why not, I think its cute."
"Because that's an awful name. If anything, we'll name her Lorelei, and we are not naming our son after you. That's all we need, to inflate your ego even more. If you want to be in the delivery room, your head can only be so big"
"Well you're a Lorelei as well. And honestly you're a Lorelei, and your ego doesn't need to be inflated even further."
"My ego? Besides, I'm naming her in tradition, so if anything, she'll be named after my mom."
"Oh, more insanity. Regardless of the baby's name, you are not allowed any coffee, and no pouting."
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"This is him mom—my coffee stealer!" Rory announced after giving Lorelei an enthusiastic hug.
"He would never. Limo Boy, I am letting you marry my precious baby, to love and protect her for the rest of your lives, and you disregard the first rule of the Gilmore Girls, and deny her the coffee that she so desperately requires?"
"Well very shortly she won't even be a Gilmore Girl, so I don't know why it has to be such a big deal. And you should know that I am just taking care of OUR precious baby and preventing my beautiful—"
"Wait—halt ye horses! Did you just say "our precious baby" as in you and Rory's baby? Are you saying that Rory is preggers?"
"That's right Lorelei" Logan couldn't help but grin, "And I'm pretty sure this is the best day of my life!"
"Fruit of my loins! I labored long and hard, for fourteen hours to bring your beauty into the world, and I never held it against you during you childhood, except to limit your studying time, and this is how you repay me? You don't tell me about your baby FIRST?!"
"Mom. Of course I told Logan first. I love him with all my heart, and he is the father of our child."
Logan smiled and pulled Rory into him, gently kissing her forehead, "Ace, you're still not getting coffee."