Hey guys, there's a time jump of a few weeks here! I know you are all waiting for Logan…you know who you are. Anyways, all in good time, all in good time.

you made it

"So, Rory…"

"Yes Taylor, my dear."

"You made it through the first 20 weeks of the pregnancy without any miscarriages or problems!"

"I know. I'm accepting it now. I know what I'm going to do, I have a plan, and I'm attached now. My hearts involved for once." I said with a smile.

"You know, I don't think I gave you enough credit last week, I'm really proud of you!"

"No, I don't think anyone could give me enough credit." I said playfully as my thoughts drifted back to the bittersweet night at the hell house.

FLASHBACK:

"Rory! Come on in, we've made your favorite meal tonight just for the occasion. I hope you're hungry! Richard!" Emily hollered in her demanding yet sing song tone that was legendary.

"Oh grandma, grandpa, you didn't have to do that."

"Of course we did, Rory. You don't always get to see your granddaughter now that she's out and about in Washington D.C. Do you want to take off your coat?" grandpa replied

"No, I'll take it off later." I replied nervously trying to hide my baby bump until the latest moment possible, thankfully they were too busy rambling on about how I never see them that they didn't press the situation.

"It must be some awfully good news for you to fly down here at the drop of a hat. And what is the special news again?" Emily said curiously, trying to intervene in my life, slowly but surely. These were her ways. I knew because they had been used on me since I first stepped foot into the Gilmore household 6 years ago for my first Friday night dinner. What I also knew was that when she tried to worm her way in, the best way was just to be blunt and honest. Two things of which were my opposite idea of an easy approach to the situation.

"Well, grandma, grandpa, if you must know. I'm...,"here goes nothing I thought in my head, "I'm pregnant." And I removed my coat due to the heat in the room but also the proof that I actually was pregnant and handed it to the short maid nervously. Once the coat was off, I felt like I wanted to crawl inside a hole, deep, dark, and quiet.

Their mouths gaped open in a mix of confusion and horror and my eyes rolled at their reaction and I felt angry abruptly for having more words in the air than you could imagine except now, nothing. Not a single word. I was expectant of the shouting and I almost would've liked it better. "So, not going to say anything? And no, don't be mad at me for not telling you sooner because I didn't even tell mom yet," and with that their mouths gaped open even wider, "Logan is the father, I will move permanently to Washington D.C. where I will get a job. I will raise this child on my own, not because I want to follow in my mothers' footsteps, but because it's the right thing to do. And no, Logan doesn't know and now only you, my roommate and her…boyfriend know." I said all in one breath while hesitating on what to call Finn. I didn't want them to know that Finn, Logan's best friend, knew before he did.

Right then and there, my grandmother did something that I never thought she would do. She took my hands in hers and gave me a big hug. "It's ok Rory, we just have some things to figure out," Grandma said with a smile as she broke away from the hug, "Please, excuse your grandfather, he doesn't know how to react in these sorts of situations." She commented under her breath after Richard walked away quickly and slammed the door to his study soon after Emily took my hands in hers.

And in that moment I was many things.

Missing Logan included.