This takes place two weeks later in the story because it makes more sense. You will see what I'm talking about after you read it.

Thank you to all the people telling me what PDLD means! And the people who reviewed, a BIG thanks.

Chapter 4- Mistakes are made

"Bleeeehck." Rory threw up into the toilet, as Logan held her hair back.

"Rory, are you sure you are okay?" Logan asked worriedly.

"I'm probably just sick from last night's dinner." She croaked, as she stood up shakily.

"Ace, are you sure? I don't have to go with Finn and Colin if you don't want me to."

"Logan, I'm fine! Go with Colin and Finn to do Life and Death Brigade thing."

"Okay, but I will be out of reception, so I won't be in touch for a few days." Logan looked hesitant leaving Rory, sick.

"I'll be fine! I promise!" She looked him in the face, and kissed him on the cheek

"Okay. I'll be back in a couple of days." He kissed her, and grabbed his bag.

"Bye." She whispered.

"Bye, Ace" He replied back.

When he finally left, Rory took a deep breath. She flushed down her uh, breakfast sitting in the toilet, and started brushing her teeth. She wondered, what could have made her sick. She and Logan always had takeout from Chili's. She never had gotten sick before. Her breasts were also sore, and aching. They also looked a tad bigger. A voice kept popping in her head repeating over and over again, "You could be pregnant."

"Could I be pregnant?" she said aloud as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She hurriedly, went into the bedroom, she and Logan shared, blindly picking out clothes; she quickly got dressed, grabbed her purse, and went out the door.

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She entered into the crowded Target, near campus. When she finally spotted the aisle, she had been looking for, she bumped into Paris.

"Rory, I noticed, you left some stuff in my apartment. I would appreciate it if you came by to pick it up since; it is getting in my way. When do you think you can get it?"

"Paris, what are you doing here? You never shop at Target."

"Oh, Doyle dragged me here. He said he needed to buy a movie, or something. What are you doing here?"

"Shopping, of course." Rory flashed a nervous smile. "Well, Paris, it has been nice seeing you, but I have to get something." She started walking away.

"I'll come with you. What do you need?" Paris paused, rolling her eyes "Doyle is going to be forever I can tell."

"Uh…why don't you get soda, and I'll get…the other stuff." Rory suggested.

Paris finally noticed Rory's nervousness, "What is wrong with you?" She dragged Rory, in the aisle Rory needed to get in.

"I might be pregnant. I mean, there is a slim chance, way slim chance, but I came here to get a…pregnancy test."

"Did you use protection?" Paris asked loudly.

"Paris, I don't really think we should be discussing this, here of all places.

Paris grabbed Rory's arm. "Tell me! Did you use a condom? And birth control?"

"Yes. Now, Paris, can I go now?"

"Tell me what happens!"

"I will!" Rory grabbed First Response box, and quickly purchased it.

Rory could barely focus on getting home. All she had in mind was if she was pregnant. She blew a sigh of relief when she finally pulled into the parking lot of her and Logan's apartment.

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"Negative line means no pregnancy, positive means pregnant." Rory read the directions out loud. "Please be negative" she thought.

She waited. And finally it turned…… positive.

I really am bad at Paris/Rory conversation, so if it doesn't sound like them, I'm sorry. Who's the father? I wonder. Please review! Rachii and Kate