Something Major

Who knew fruit could cause so many problems . . .

Author Notes: Takes place after season 7 "I'd Rather Be In Philadelphia"

Thank you for all of the reviews regarding names/genders/Logan's reaction/and Lorelai's love interest! I love hearing from you guys and really took your reviews into consideration.

So . . . read on to see what I decided! I really hope you all like it.

Chapter Four: Delayed Reaction

Rory paced back and forth, repeatedly, practically wearing a whole in the carpet where she stood. She continuously checked her watch, rolled her eyes, and looked out at the distance.

Logan was late.

This in and of itself was not unusual for one such as Logan Huntzberger. No, he was always late and Rory would be worried if he wasn't late.

The general problem of the current situation was really Rory's problem-Well, okay it was going to be Logan's problem when he got there but for now it was just her's.

All of this didn't matter, though, because Rory was still stuck where she was:

No caffeine.

She hadn't had any caffeine (namely, of course, coffee) in six weeks. Six weeks. Six long, horrible, excruciating, unbelievably unbearable weeks without something she'd never been without since she was fourteen and had been sick with a major stomach flu for two weeks straight and couldn't keep coffee down for more than five minutes. Therefore going six weeks without now was . . . well,

She was actually supposed to see Logan six weeks earlier (the day she'd found out "the news") but he'd had to fly to France unexpectedly so she hadn't had the chance to tell him. Now he was back and Rory was supposed to be meeting him here. He thought they were going out for coffee but that had only been her excuse to get him there. Rory wouldn't be having coffee (unless it was decaf) for quite a while.

But he was late.

"Ace!"

Rory turned to see Logan running toward her and sighed in relief. It's about time she thought to herself. She walked up to meet him, "You, Mr. Huntzberger, are very late."

The two met in the middle and Logan engulfed her in a hug, "I know and I'm sorry. It won't happen again, promise."

Rory wrapped her arms around his neck, "It better not. 'Cause I have something to tell you and the next time I ask you to meet me somewhere might be more pressing than for just coffee."

Logan chuckled, "Are you going through another 'no coffee for a week' phase? You are acting awfully strange."

"In a way," Rory danced around the truth, "What else about me do you notice, Mr. Observant?"

Logan looked her over, "Well . . . nothing I can notice without further inspection."

"Why Mr. Huntzberger whatever are you talking about?" Rory teased innocently, giggling. Logan chuckled.

They twirled around for awhile, looking into each others' eyes. The world around them melted away and all that existed was them.

"So . . . what is it that you have to tell me?" Logan said.

"I'll tell you when we get to the coffee shop," Rory told him.

"Tell me now," Logan challenged, kissing her forehead.

"Nope," she shook her head.

"Come on," he insisted, "Just tell me."

"Not a chance," Rory said.

"You're gonna tell me anyway," Logan said, "If you tell me now you can save yourself the trouble."

"You're sure? You wanna know now?" Rory relented. Logan nodded, kissing her on the lips, "Okay . . ." She sighed, taking a deep breath. "Here goes . . ." She let out another breath . . . "Well . . . you see there's this---how shall I put it---situation we're in now."

Logan chuckled, "Is it a good 'situation'?"

"You see that's the thing. I made a pro's and con's list but . . . I guess it kinda depends on you and what you think," Rory said.

"Well, let's hear it," Logan said, "What's this situation?"

"We're going to . . . we're going to . . . ugh this is so weird."

"Spit it out, Ace," Logan said.

"We'rehavingababy!" Rory blurted out loudly.

"Repeat that Ace, I think you just said we're going to become parents," Logan said.

Rory nodded, "Yep, I did. It's true."

"How far along?" Logan's face was getting really pale . . .

"Um, I haven't gone to the doctor yet but . . . I found out six weeks ago . . ."

Logan's eyes immediately doubled in size, his face transformed to white, and his mouth hung wide open, "S-six weeks . . .? Baby . . ." His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the ground . . .

"Logan? Logan!" Rory shouted, "Logan!" She knelt at his side, "Somebody help! Somebody help me!"

Rory later paced back and forth in Logan's hospital room. He'd fainted in the quad and hit his head on the cement. She'd called an ambulance and they'd whisked him away to the hospital. Now she was waiting for the doctor to come in and tell her he's okay.

She glanced around the room. The walls and ceiling were pure white. The chairs were a light green, as well as the curtains on the windows. The bed linens were light pink almost orange as well as the trim on the walls.

Logan also had a 'roommate' of sorts: an unconscious, middle-aged man with no hair who was hooked up to a ventilator. A nurse who had come in not to long ago had said that the guy wouldn't be waking up any time soon.

She stopped in front of the end of Logan's bed and gently put her hands on his feet, sighing. She hadn't been expecting this reaction from him. She didn't know if he was happy or angry or sad or excited or scared . . .

She herself was terrified beyond belief. Her insides were scrambling around body literally and emotionally and it almost felt as if she would throw up. Logan was hurt and she didn't know if he'd wake up and she was about to graduate from college and her mother was having relationship problems and she was about to have a baby . . .

. . . Come to think about it . . .

. . . she did need to throw up . . .

Her face turned green and she covered her mouth. Bolting out of the room she searched for the nearest bathroom. She ran back and forth in the hall, trying to keep her insides form coming out of her mouth, and not having any luck find a bathroom.

"Miss?"

Rory turned her hand still over her mouth. The nurse was pointing to a door that sad 'women'. Rory smiled weakly and practically ran into the door before fighting her way inside and to a toilet before emptying the contents of her stomach into the bowl . . .

"Are you okay?" Rory heard. It was the nurse who had directed her to the bathroom.

Rory wiped her mouth with some toilet paper before croaking, "Um . . . I dunno." To be honest, Rory did not feel 'okay' by any standards.

"Okay . . ." the nurse said, "Would you like some help?"

"No . . ." Rory rasped . . . before emptying her stomach even further.

Before she could even protest, the nurse was in the room at her side. Feeling like she was done vomiting for awhile, Rory stood up, shakily (with the nurse's help) making her way to the sink to wash up.

"Do you feel sick?" the nurse asked Rory.

"Yeah . . ." Rory said. She would have nodded her head but that would have just made her nauseous again, "I came with my boyfriend . . . he fainted and hit his head when I told him that I was pregnant."

"Oh . . ." the nurse said, "How far along are you?"

"I'm not sure," Rory confessed, "I found out six weeks ago but I haven't had the chance to see a doctor yet."

"No time like the present," the nurse suggested.

Rory faltered. She was sure she was fine and she did want to get back to Logan . . . but she did feel awfully sick . . .

"There may be nothing wrong, but it doesn't hurt to check," the nurse said, "Plus you'll get to see your baby's first ultrasound."

"Okay . . ." Rory relented as the nurse led her out of the bathroom.

A little while later, Rory lay down in the bed. The doctor told her she was fine—just that the stress of worrying about Logan's reaction was affecting her hormone levels and making her sick.

She also had a theory that it had something to do with the fact that she hadn't had any coffee or caffeine in six weeks. As for Logan . . . the other doctor said that he was fine too. Just a bump on the head.

The doctor would be coming in the room in a few minutes to give her the ultrasound. He was called to another case at the moment.

"Hey Ace," the door opened and Logan wheeled himself in the room in a wheelchair. Like Rory, he was dressed in a white hospital gown and white slippers.

"Hi," Rory waved.

"So the doc told you tossed your cookies a few times," Logan said, "My words, not his."

"Yeah . . ." Rory said, "That's pretty much what I've been doing for the last two months."

"Oh," Logan said, "So we should probably talk about this . . . parenting . . . thing."

Rory nodded, "It's a major thing. Something . . . major."

"Yep," Logan agreed, "It's definitely something major." The two sat quietly . . . commemorating the moment. The room was completely silent save for the beeping monitors Rory was hooked up to.

"You two ready for this?"

Rory and Logan turned to see the doctor come in. He went over to the cupboard and put on a pair of white latex gloves. He went over to a machine Rory assumed to be the ultrasound machine. He got the machine ready, told Rory the gel would be cold, and . . . they were off.

"Okay, let's see what we have here," the doctor said. Logan took hold of Rory's hand, "Would you two like to know whether you're having a girl or a boy?"

Rory and Logan looked at each other and shrugged, "Why not?"

"Alrighty then," the doctor said. The three of them watched the monitor. Then the doctor pointed to a spot on the screen, "Here we have the head . . ." The doctor's finger trailed across the screen, "The arms, legs, and . . . we have a boy." The doctor announced.

Logan squeezed Rory's hand, "We have a son."

"Congratulations," the doctor smiled, "Let's see him we can find the heartbeat for you." Rory and Logan nodded. "Oh . . ." The doctor's expression shifted.

"What, 'oh'," Rory was not loving the sudden change of expression, "Is something wrong?"

"Well, it appears," the doctor said, "That it is a girl."

"A girl?" Logan repeated, "You just said it was a boy."

"Right," the doctor nodded, "A boy."

"So which one is it?" Rory said.

The doctor looked at the two of them as if they were children, "No. you misunderstand. It is both."

"Our kid is both a boy and a girl?" Rory was freaking out, just a little bit.

"No," the doctor shook his head, "You are having twins. One boy, and one girl."

Crickets appeared to chirp in the room. Rory and Logan were speechless.

Then . . . Rory was the one to pass out.

To Be Continued . . .

Endnote:

Uh-oh, Rory passed out!! Will she be okay? Will the twins be okay? I dunno . . . tune in for the next installment.

P.S. I am still unsure about the twin's names. Any feedback you guys give me will be greatly appreciated. Also . . . I've decided upon a double wedding. Rory and Logan, obviously. But what I need you to tell me . . . will it be Lorelai/Chris or Lorelai/Luke? Hayden or Danes? You tell me.

Shelby