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Lorelai tried to enjoy her honeymoon she really did but she couldn't not really. Not with the worry of Rory and the baby on her mind.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" Lorelai whispered as she looked out over the crystal blue waters.

"Lorelai she'll be fine." Luke sighed. Worried about his step daughter but still trying to understand the things Jess had told him in there last phone conversation.

Lorelai slipped from his grasp and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was going to call Rory.

I loved him in a way I've never loved another, that's why I could never give him another chance because I would break, crumble. I wasn't strong enough. With Logan it was easy it was fun, and then it became more but he never had my heart not really. It wasn't mine to give away after all because it was still held in the hands of another.

Rory sighed and pushed the lap top off of her lap. She didn't know why she was writing this part of her story. She wasn't even there but it was like she was writing backwards. Writing as it came to her. No rhyme or reason to the pattern.

She leaned her head against the back of her mother's couch and as she did she thought of the other Gilmore girl. Her grandmother would have to be told about the baby she knew that. She knew it but she feared it, feared the disappointment she'd see in her grandmother's eyes. Feared the reaction when she learned that it was Logan's baby. Logan who was marrying a French Heiress.

She feared she'd hear similar words to those spoken when her father got with Sherry about how it should be her not the other woman, but Rory was the other woman. It was a bitter pill to swallow to admit that but it was the truth.

She had a way of finding herself in that role. The other woman. The one people frowned at and wagged their finger. Except did they really. She remember with Dean everyone knew. They knew but no one was brave enough to confront her. No one but Lindsey's mother. She shivered remembering the shattered look on Lindsey's face. She'd promised herself she'd never do that again yet here she was twelve years later and not only the other woman but carrying the child of a man about to marry.

"He's right I really haven't learned anything." She whispered to herself.

She shook her head and tried to bring everything back into focus, one problem at a time. Yes she needed to tell her grandmother, but she couldn't not yet first she had to tell Logan. Because if Emily Gilmore knew all of Hartford society would know first Logan then her grandmother.

Easier said than done she thought remembering that Logan still hadn't returned her call and it had been days. She thought to call him again but she was scared. Scared of his reaction, of his demands. Of just his voice. Would he be there, would he flee, would he break off the wedding and demand she marry him? The possibilities scared her.

Her mom and Luke had left for their Honeymoon and Rory was alone in the crap shack. "Alone with too much time to think, or maybe not enough." She sighed.

Her phone rang causing her to jump. She looked down seeing it was her mother. "Hey shouldn't you be relaxing in the sun and enjoying your new husband."

"Ooh how I like that word." Lorelai squealed causing Rory to laugh. "Maybe I should but I wanted to call and check on you see how things were going."

"They're fine. Working on my book my appointment is tomorrow, so I'll see the baby at least I figure I'm eight weeks along." She shivered lightly remembering the night with Logan in that inn him Colin, Finn and Robert bought out.

"Oh Sweets I wish I could be there." Lorelai said well a world away in the Virgin Islands.

"No mom you enjoy your honeymoon I'm fine here and tell Luke I said Hi."

"I will, and kid call me if you need anything."

"Okay." Rory assured her though she knew she wouldn't. She wouldn't infringe on her mother's honeymoon. She hung up the phone and it wasn't even a second later that it rang again. glancing down at the caller ID her breath caught in her throat. Her stomach tightened and her heart dropped.

LOGAN

Her breath quickened, her mouth and throat dried she wasn't sure she could breath as she picked up the phone and answered it with fumbling fingers.

"Hell…o" the word came out in a stuttered shaky whisper.

Logan had gotten her message days before but it had taken everything in him, every ounce of stranghth and courage to call her back. Wondering what she could want. She'd said good bye. They had said goodbye. He was supposed to marry Odette to be happy. Yet her name was burned into his brain. Her scent into his memory the feel of her forever in his thoughts as he dialed her number and waited for her to pick up the phone. Not knowing how his life would change with just a few short words.

As Rory sat on a couch in Stars Hollow about to find out how her life was going to turn, and Logan sat in his Apartment not aware of the bombshell about to be dropped. Jess was throwing bags into a car in Philadelphia. "Why are you leaving again you just got back? You should have just stayed there if you were going back so soon." Matt said standing on the sidewalk and watching him.

Jess gave a long suffering sigh and looked up at his friend. "Yeah maybe, but I have my reason's for coming back. I promised Luke I'd watch the diner for him well he was gone though and I've already got a late start."

"Doesn't he have other people for that?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, but he wanted Family watching it." Jess gave a chuckle as he thought of Luke's pleading with him before the wedding. Worried about what havoc, Kirk and TJ could cause. Worried about Ceaser trying to take over again and adding odd things to the menu as he had in the past. He'd promised Luke he would go but now he was dreading it. Dreading seeing her again. Being thrown into her orbit. He was staying above the diner. He couldn't handle Liz or TJ and he really couldn't handle Doula and her questions. Here he was going back to the town that had torn him apart again and cursing himself every step of the way as he slide into the car and aimed it towards Connecticut.

Five People connected in a web of lies, hurt, pain love in a play of life that would never be the same, could never be the same walking similar but different paths. No one knowing where they would end up on the twisting path of life.