"Paris please, you know there's no eating in the newsroom," Rory said hovering over Paris's desk at the Yale Daily News.

"Rory, you don't understand. I hate these things, Rollos. Always have."

"Then why are you eating them Paris? Now you're truly doing it to just get on my nerves."

"Can we talk about this in the hall?" Rory's face went from mad to puzzled.

"Um, sure."

"I think I may be pregnant," Paris stated as they stepped into the hall.

"What?"

"I think I may be pregnant. I really do hate these Rollo things and I've been craving them. I'm trying to tell Doyle without telling him. His desk is right next to mine and he still doesn't get it. Men, so stupid."

"Well wow Paris, that's uh, I don't know what to say."

"Yeah, apparently he doesn't either."

"You should use the direct approach, like I did with Logan."

"Yeah, okay."

"Say Paris?"

"Yeah?"

"Well I've been crashing with my mom, but since I broke up with Logan I really need a place to live. You still got my room?"

"Yep, hasn't changed at all actually. You're welcome back, at least until you find a new place."

"Well the point of moving in would be that being my new place. I'm not a hobo Paris, going from box to box saying to myself 'Gee maybe someday I'll have a box of my own."

"Rory, Doyle and I are getting very serious. If I'm actually pregnant, I don't know what we'll do. I can have you as a temporary, but you really need to settle in with someone else. You could be here for 2 months. Final offer."

"Taken." Rory and Paris walk back into the newsroom. Paris sits down and yells,

"I think I'm pregnant." Doyle stares at her in disbelief, then runs out of the newsroom.

"Stupid and cowards," Paris states.

"You really love him, huh?" Rory asks.

"Yep."

Rory walks out to her car and sees Logan standing there. 'Oh give it up already,' she thinks but does not say.

"Hello Logan," She says.

"Hello Rory," he says back.

"Weather's good, huh?" Rory says coldly.

"Yep, nothing like a 10 below day."

"Well, I'm afraid I must be going."

"Rory please, can't we just talk?"

"We just did talk."

"No I mean, talk, like in private."

"No Logan, no. You just want to take me back to your place so we can do things. Well if that's what you want check the bar." Rory says, unlocking her car.

"No, we need to talk. Us together. Just the two of us."

"There is no us Logan. We're done. How's the weather and when are you going to get your article done are about the only things you'll be hearing from me. Goodbye." Rory said. Slamming the car door as she got in.

"What do you think Paris, the blue dress or the pink?" Rory asked as Paris sat in the corner of the room hot gluing beads together later that week.

"I say blue. Where are you going again?"

"Jess's graduation, in Philadelphia. So I'll be gone over the weekend, giving you and Doyle plenty of time to work things out."

"Jess huh? Interesting…."

"What's interesting?"

"You and Logan break up over him?"

"No, we broke up over Logan. Jess and I are just friends."

"Yeah, and what you told me about your last encounter really says that."

"Paris, I'm not in the mood to talk about me. Let's talk about you. Doyle has been gone for 2 days now. And what if you're really pregnant? Aren't you freaked out at all?"

"Well, speaking of which…..I took the test today."

"And…."

"And I'm not pregnant."

"Paris I'm sorry to say, but man am I glad you're not. It could work out, but you've worked you're whole life to finish college. You really don't want a kid right now."

"Yeah I know, if only I could find Doyle to tell him that."

"You don't know where he is?"

"No."

"Man I'm sorry Paris. This has been a lot."

"I know. That day I found out I wasn't going to Harvard, I knew I shouldn't have sex after that. It curses me. Doyle might as well not come home, he's not getting any."

"Well, uh, good to hear. I'll see you on Monday."

"That really sounded like a teacher. Like a true teacher. Sure you don't want to switch career paths?" "Yeah, I'm sure," Rory said walking out the door.

"Welcome home!" Paris yelled after her.

"Mommy…." Rory said talking on her cell phone to her mom, who was driving with Luke in front of them. "Yeah?"

"I'm having chocolate and coffee cravings and I see a gas station ahead."

"Good idea. Luke pull into the gas station." Rory heard her mother say.

"You two don't need any more crap. We're almost there." Luke said.

"Rory is feeling sick, we should stop."

"Rory's sick?" "Yeah, she thinks. Hold it honey, hold it."

"I'll try," Rory said hanging up and pulling in to the gas station.

"That'll be $6.95."

"Here ya go," Lorelai said, her and Rory stuffing chocolate in their pockets and hiding their coffees behind their backs as they left.

"Okay, look sick honey," Lorelai said to Rory as they approached Luke's truck.

"You okay Rory, you don't look so good," Luke asked.

"Yeah I think I had a few too many chocolates earlier, but I just needed some good old water. I'm much better, just a little woozy."

"You were drinking water?" Luke asked astonished.

"Yeah, and then we both had apples real quick," Lorelai said.

"Mom, that's too much," Rory whispered into her mom's ear.

"Really?" Luke said.

"Yep, and now I think I'm sick from the apple," Lorelai said.

"Well, better than Rory being sick," Luke responded.

"I think he's choosing favorites! How could you?" Lorelai said.

"Well I am as charming as a button," Rory said, maneuvering the coffee in front of her and heading back to her car.

" You got coffee?" She heard Luke say.

"Only for me, honest. I don't feel wired at all."

Rory turned her car engine off. So here she was again, the book store. Maybe she shouldn't have come. Well he invited her. The circumstances were different this time, in many ways. This is when her stomach truly felt sick and went to knots. Her mom came and knocked on the window, pulling her out of her daze.

"Madam," her mom said, opening the door for Rory and extending her arm towards the entrance.