A/N: So this is my first try at the fanfiction world, so please don't hate me if its to bad, promise?
OK, next, English isn't my first language so my Grammar/spelling isn't perfect.
Thanks: caterallie for reading my story and fixing the main problems. Yet, all the mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters\ events of "Gilmore Girls". (Plus if I did own it Rogen would never and I mean never split)
Here goes nothing... hope you'll enjoy!
"Mom!" Rory groaned in pain whilst pushing her huge pregnant stomach out of her childhood bed.
No answer. "Mom!" She groaned again, louder this time.
The 50 years old stormed downstairs, only to see her daughters face pale as a ghost, gasping heavily. "Now?" She asked as she got closer. Rory's nod was enough. As Lorelai walked her out to the Jeep, she called luke panic clear in her voice. "Hospital. Rory. Hurry. Coffee." She shut the phone and looked over to her daughter, seeing her taking deep breathes. She couldn't believe that her baby girl was going to have a baby. She was scared. She wasn't this scared when she was giving birth herself. She couldn't protect her baby, who was going to have to protect her baby.
Whilst she felt like her body was going to explode, Rory tried to focus on her breathing, that wasn't working as her brain was going into overdrive. She was going to have something to take care of, someone, but all she could think about was Logan. Half of the human inside her was his. Little, tiny Logan was inside her. The only thing she could ever have that belong to him. The closest she would ever be to him. The thought of someone almost similar to him in her life made her happy. It's more than she ever let herself hope for, much more, a little part of him with her forever. The only thing which she regretted was him not being next to her now, in this ride full of pain. As much as she loved her mom, him here would be so much better. He would be here holding her hand, singing to her in that terrible voice of his. She smiled just at the thought of this moment, if she would've done things differently. Better. But she couldn't do this to him. She couldn't ruin his life. Not like she did with Dean. She just felt like the worst person in the world. She couldn't ruin another life. She understood that now. It wasn't really love if she could do that to Dean, almost without feeling bad about that. With Logan it was different. She loved him too much, she couldn't let herself be with him for that reason. She missed him, but she couldn't ruin his life. She never could. All those years she loved him. She'll love him forever. That's all she could think about right now, how much she loved him. How much she loves Logan.
Lorelai watched Rory gasping on the hospital bed, holding her hand tightly, when her phone rang. She kissed her daughters temple and went outside. "Luke?" She asked quietly. His worrid voice answered "where are you? I am here. I brought coffee. How is she?" "Fine. Were on level four, room 49. Please hurry. I need you." Rory was pale, looking up to the blank ceiling, talking to someone. One of her hands looked like someone was holding it. All the way to here it was like that. She didn't talked to Lorelai. She talked to someone else, love in her eyes. She kept saying something, over and over, that Lorelai couldn't hear until she came closer to the pale gasping woman that was her daughter. And then she heard those words...
A/N: So I hope you liked it, tell me what you think: Should I continue or not? please favorite/follow/review so I'll know. Thanks for making time to read my fic!