AN: So, we star with a little Paris action today. Just so everyone's clear on the timeline: Last chapter started with a flashback to Lorelai's engagement party, two weeks before the wedding. Then it flashed to about three weeks after the wedding. This puts her at about 5 weeks along. I want to thank those who reviewed on the last chapter, and to Gilmoregirl19 especially for helping me out. I think I got it down now. And this chapter should answer the question as to the title. So please read, enjoy, and review!

Italics are flashbacks.

Disclaimer: Don't own Gilmore Girls, Pop-Tarts, Oreos, or Bagel Bites.

"What do you mean you don't have these scones in cinnamon? Every coffee shop worth a crap has scones in cinnamon. Oh, just walk away, that'll solve the problem. Yeah I'm talking to you, buddy!" The angry voice met Rory at the door of The Coffee Shop. "Well, how can this shop be worth a crap? You didn't even give it a real name! Rory, thank goodness. I could feel my brain dying from idiocy overdose."

"Hi, Paris." Rory didn't dare ask how Paris was doing, so she stepped up to the counter to order instead. "I'd like a venti caramel macchiato with an extra shot and whip cream."

"That'll be $6.87."

"Oh, so you have that, but not cinnamon scones? What kind of place is this?"

Rory tried to intervene before Paris got too wound up.

"So, Paris, what have you been up to lately?"

"Well, I've been wanting to tell you, but I decided to wait until our weekly meeting." Paris held up her left hand, which was now graced with a large, beautiful diamond. "Doyle and I are getting married!"

"Paris, that's great!"

Doyle and Paris had continued dating after graduation, and now, a little over a year later, they were apparently tying the knot. Because Paris had continued on to Yale medical school and Rory obviously hadn't, the two decided to begin a weekly ritual: every Thursday at 5:00 the pair would meet at a different coffee shop in New York City, rating each one so they could find a favorite. New York has a lot of coffee shops, thus the search was still going.

"Have you set a date yet?" Rory asked, grapping her coffee cup. "Yum. I give this one at least an 8."

"Well, my mom wants to basically plan the whole thing. We're still arguing about that, but at this rate it will be at least two years from now." Paris took a sip of her black coffee. "The coffee's alright, but I'm deducting points for not having cinnamon scones.

Back in her spacious penthouse, Rory Gilmore-Huntzberger laid back in her leather recliner, waiting for her husband to get home.

Thirty minutes into The Notebook she heard her front door open. "Honey, I'm home." Logan stuck his blonde head around the corner and flashed his signature smirk at her. "I saw that on TV and I've always wanted to say it."

She laughed as he walked towards her. He kissed her and asked how her day had been.

"Great! After work I went to see my mom, then had my date with Paris. She and Doyle are getting married."

"Finally. I thought they would have a year ago," he said as he poured himself a scotch.

"Well, you can never really expect anything with the two of them." She watched as he drained his cup. "Tough day? Why did Mitchum make you stay late this time?"

"Same old, same old. HPG is expanding. Again."

"Where to?"

"Somewhere in Florida." He poured himself another glass.

Rory watched him down the entire glass before saying, "So how long are you going to be gone?"

"Two weeks. Mitchum will be gone for a month, though."

Rory chuckled at the slight enthusiasm in his voice. ":He can be a bit much, but he's been good to us."

After Logan and Rory got married, Mitchum decided that Logan was responsible enough to become a full partner at HPG. Mitchum also supplied Rory with the features column at the New York Times, Rory's dream job.

"I know. In fact, he's been very good." Logan sat down in the chair next to Rory's. "He's so pleased with how you're doing he wants to promote you to editor."

Rory's eyes immediately lit up and she let out a little squeal of delight. "Now way! That's amazing!" But then she stopped short. "What about Marissa, my editor now?": Rory liked her editor, and didn't want to find out Marissa had lost her job because of Rory.

"Apparently she's moving to Ohio, or Iowa or something. Rory, I'm so proud of you. You really deserve this. And to celebrate, I'm taking you out to Bartello's."

"Bartello's? Fancy. Let me grab my coat and purse and we'll go." She paused and squealed again. "I can't believe I'm going to be the editor of the New York Times!"

Logan laughed and proceeded to take an ecstatic Rory out to a highly overpriced dinner.

Two weeks later Rory was, once again, visiting her mother in Stars Hollow. This time they were having one of their infamous movie nights.

"So where is Luke again?" Rory asked while the Bagel Bites were heating up.

"Oh, you know, doing manly things. Nailing and sawing and using a Philips-head whatever," Lorelai responded as she waited for the Pop-Tarts to finish toasting.

"So you told him our movie them was babies?"

"Yep. Then he got his toolbox and got upstairs as fast as possible." Lorelai picked up her tray of Pop-Tarts, donuts, and Oreos as Rory carefully placed the Bagel Bites on her tray already covered with tater tots. They proceeded to head into the living room, where the coffee table was already littered with unhealthy snacks.

Lorelai proceeded to go down her list. "Okay. Snackage, check. Blanket, check. Movies, check." She and Rory settled into the couch and Lorelai held up two DVD's. "Baby Mama or Juno first?"

"Juno." Rory grabbed a Pop-Tart and began to nibble on it.

"A teenage girl becomes pregnant, becoming the scandal of her school. Why does that sound so familiar?" Lorelai said as she stuck the disc in and sat again next to her daughter.

About 40 minutes in Lorelai paused the movie and turned to her daughter. "Rory, there's something I have to tell you."

"Okay." Rory turned to her mother and, seeing her serious face, laid her Pop-Tart down. "Alright, I'm ready."

Lorelai bit her lip. "It's about the baby."

Rory's expression immediately turned to concern. "What is it? Is everything okay? Do you need me to get you something?"

"No, the baby's fine. It's just…" Lorelai hesitated, working up the courage to say the words. "I'm not sure the baby is Luke's."

Rory sat in silence, allowing this information to sink in. "What do you mean you're not sure. Is it or isn't it?" Rory realized her words sounded a little harsh, but she couldn't help it.

"Well. Here's what happened." Lorelai then commenced the retelling of what exactly happened the night of her engagement party.

Lorelai left Christopher to visit the open bar. She passed an uncomfortable looking Luke as he talked shop or golf or whatever he was talking about with two of her father's friends.

She turned to the bartender and said, "One shot of tequila, please." She downed it as a gaggle of DAR members approached her.

"Lorelai, you look fabulous! So does that darling Rory, just gorgeous. We just saw her over with that handsome Huntzberger husband of hers," a blonde haired woman cooed.

"Thank you, Mrs. Livingston. You're looking pretty good yourself." Lorelai was already tired of this meaningless conversation, but Mrs. Livingston and her harem appeared perfectly content.

"Nonsense, Lorelai. You don't appear. To have aged a day since I saw you last. When was that again?" Mrs. Livingston turned to the brunette next to her, and Lorelai braced herself for the back hand compliments she sensed were coming her way.

"Oh, she must have been 16, Clara. But some things have changed since then." The group's eyes collectively traveled to Lorelai's stomach. Lorelai kept her fake smile in place.

It was Mrs. Livingston's turn to pipe up again. "Well you've lost weight."

Lorelai, not able to stand the conversation any longer, replied with a sarcastic, "Yes, well giving birth will do that to you."

The society women, looking offended, walked away muttering to each other in hushed tones.

Lorelai turned to the bartender once again and said, "I'm going to need another shot. And keep 'em coming."

"I don't really remember a whole lot after that." Lorelai paused in anticipation for her daughter's response.

"But you're sure you, you know, conceived that night?"

"Yes! It was at my parent's house. All I remember about the guy was dark hair. Brown or black, the memory is a little fuzzy."

"Well that's good, I guess. It could still be Luke." Rory picked up her Pop-Tart once more, a sign that she had calmed ever so slightly.

"Yeah, or a lot of other people. Chris has brown hair. Half of my dad's friends have brown hair. Oh no, what if it's one of my dad's friends? Lorelai was growing increasingly alarmed.

"Mom, I doubt you made a baby with one of grandpa's business partners. And thank you for the scarring mental image."

The Gilmore girls sat in silence for a few moments, rare for them.

"So I guess we should finish our movie now," Lorelai said lamely.

"I guess."

The two turned back to the television, but neither were really watching it.

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