Ok, before you read this, I should point out that if you haven't watched the revival, major spoilers ahead! This is how I picture the story ending in my head. Hope you like it!

Chapter One

Rory sat alone on the single bed in her childhood room. What happened to me? She wondered as she glanced around. The room felt both comforting and alien to her at the same time. Memories of how focussed and driven she had been as a teenager floated around her. Dropping her face into her palms, her elbows resting on her knees, she began to sob. Loud, pain-soaked, gut wrenching sobs.

I'm six weeks pregnant. How am I going to tell Logan? The tears came even harder as Rory tried to imagine not telling Logan that he was the father of her unborn baby. She had wrestled with this choice since the day she had realised she was carrying his child. Knowing he had a right to know the truth didn't make it any easier for her to make the decision. Her infamous pro-con lists had failed her. She felt like she was standing on a ledge, and had to decide which direction to jump with no guarantee she would land safely whichever route she took.

She stared at the crumpled list on the floor, wondering if Lorelai would be able to help her. With the sneaking suspicion that her mother would tell her only she could make the choice, Rory dragged her ass from her bed and went in search of her best friend in the entire world.

"Mom?"

"Kitchen, hon."

Rory padded out of her room and into her familiar kitchen. She knew she looked a complete state in her Yale sweats with her hair scraped back and the slightly green tinge to her skin associated with someone who has been throwing up all morning did nothing to counteract that. Sliding into a chair at the table, Rory sighed heavily.

Lorelai pulled a face. "Coffee?"

"Please not decaf. Give me a proper coffee. I need it."

"Ah, you can have one a day anyhow. Although any more than that and that kid is gonna come out holding a travel mug begging Luke for its next fix and I'm not sure he can cope with that…"

Lorelai prattled on as she made a show of making the coffee. She's putting this off. Rory couldn't blame her.

"Mom."

"Ok, coffees ready. Here you go."

"I need your advice."

"Oh, we're doing this now? Ok. Shoot, kid."

"I don't know what to do."

"Are we talking about what to do as in with the baby… or as in telling the father about the baby?"

Rory was reminded just how astute her mother could be. "Telling."

"So, you've made up your mind? It's a keeper? Not that you're a finder or anything. Sorry. You're doing this? You're having a baby."

Rory nodded, letting the news sink into her brain. She didn't realise she had made that decision until just now. "Yes. Oh, my god, I'm having a baby. I'm having a BABY. I'm not ready. I can't do this. Can I?"

"Of course you can. You have me. And Luke. And oh, God. Oh. Oh. Oh! What did you do?

"What? I didn't do anything!"

"You can't feel that? The weather just dropped ten degrees."

"Mom, what?"

Lorelai laughed softly. "Emily will move back. She's going to be a great-grandmother. The third attempt on raising the Lorelai she never got in me, and then you. She may even move here. And it's all your fault. You have had the unwed sexual gratification you sinner and now the devil will walk among us to make you pay for your sins!"

Rory rolled her eyes at her mother's fake dramatics. "Mom. Come on."

"Sorry. Old habits die hard? Oooh let's watch die hard later."

"I really need your help, mom. What am I going to tell him?"

"By him we mean…"

"Logan!"

"Just checking my grandkid won't be a Stormtrooper!"

"Mom! He was a wookie. Not a Stormtrooper. I don't know what to do."

Lorelai didn't speak. She simply held out a phone to Rory. Rory sat staring at the proffered phone as though it might bite her.

"He deserves to know, hon. Do it fast, and quick. Like ripping off a band aid."

Gulping, Rory nodded.