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A/N: I hope you are happy with this chapter. I have started on the next one but have some things to do today and am not sure if I will be able to update before tonight, so I wanted to get this out to you.

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Chapter 7

Rory pulled up to her childhood home and parked her sleek new SUV behind her mom's old Jeep. She got out and walked up to the door, taking a deep breath, putting her head up, tossing her hair behind her, she walked in the door and called out to her mom. "Mom? Mom, are you home?" she walked through the living room and toward the kitchen; she could smell the coffee brewing in the coffee pot so she knew that her mom was in here somewhere. As she walked through the doorway she saw her mom sitting at the table with a fresh cup of coffee in her hand; Lorelai looked up and smiled at her daughter.

"Hey hun, I just brewed a fresh pot, do you want some?" Lorelai got up to grab a cup for her daughter, assuming the answer would be yes.

"Uhm, I am good right now. Thank you though." Rory responded nervously, she wanted a cup so bad right now, but her doctor had told her that she should limit her caffeine intake during pregnancy because it could have ill effects on the baby. "I actually just really need to talk to you." She walked over to the table and sat down across from the seat her mother had gotten out of.

"What?" Lorelai replied shocked. "You don't want coffee? You, Rory Gilmore, lover of all things coffee, drink it at 1100 at night or 1100 in the morning, always ready for a cup of coffee, don't want coffee? What are you pregnant or something?" Lorelai said jokingly; then she saw the look on her daughter's face. "Oh my God. Are you? Are you pregnant Rory?" She sat heavily in the chair and just stared at her daughter's face, watching the tears well up in her eyes and start to fall down her cheeks.

"Yes mom, I am pregnant." Rory put her head in her hands and stares down at the table, knowing that she had to continue with the rest of her news but nervous about how her mother was going to react. "I went to the doctor a few days ago and he confirmed it. I know you are probably shocked and disappointed and don't really know what to say, so please just don't say anything that you are going to regret okay? If you can't think of something nice and supportive to say, please just keep your words to yourself." Rory was met with silence from her mother across the table and she looked up and locked eyes with her. She could see it written on her mother's face, she was disappointed and she was sad and she did not have the least bit of encouragement on her face.

"I assume it is Logans?" She asked, her voice was neutral and her mind was still processing the information that was just thrown at her by her daughter.

"Yes mom, it is Logan's. And no I haven't told him yet. I am still processing it and trying to figure things out in my head." She took a deep breath "And part of that processing and figuring things out leads me to the other thing I have to tell you. I have taken a job as a junior analyst at Gehrman-Driscoll Insurance Corporation, I start on Monday, and I am moving to Hartford, I will be moving into Grandma and Grandpa's house." Rory had sat up straight during that last statement to her mother. She was prepared for an onslaught of all the reasons why she was making a mistake and how her mother didn't agree with anything that she was doing. Instead she was met with silence; she looked at her mother and waited, still nothing.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Rory asked her, getting upset with her mother's lack of a reaction.

"Well you told me if I didn't have anything nice to say, that I shouldn't say anything. And I can't think of a single nice thing to say to you about any of this. I don't agree with any of it. This isn't you Rory! You don't get pregnant by an ex boyfriend who is engaged to someone else, you don't take a job at an insurance company, and you sure as hell don't move into my parent's house in Hartford. At least not the Rory I know, the one I raised far away from society and all that goes with it and tried to teach to be her own person. That Rory, the one that I know, she would not be telling me any of this. So I don't have anything to say." Lorelai stood up and walked over to the coffee maker to pour herself another cup, turning her back to her daughter.

"This is who I am mom! This person standing in front of you is still me, the same person you raised! And you may have spent the first 15 years of my life keeping me away from society, but it was YOU mom, YOU who drove it into my head from a young age that I was going to go to Harvard, it was YOU who went to your parents for money and put me into Chilton. YOU pushed me back into this world Mom! What did you think would happen? Did you think I would go to an Ivy League school and just keep to myself, ostracize myself from all the other students there just because they have money? Did you not think that I would meet someone while I was there? Someone from the very society that you ran away from? If you didn't want me to be a part of that world, why did you push me into it?!" Rory threw her hands in the air in exasperation when her mother didn't respond "You know what? Forget it! I don't even know why I came here, why I even attempted to talk to you about this. Maybe I should have just left a note and disappeared while you were at work like you did to Grandma 32 years ago."

With that, Rory grabbed her keys and walked out of the house. She got into her SUV and just laid her head on the steering wheel, a few tears slipping out of her eyes. It had happened exactly the way she thought it would, and now the ball was in her mother's court. When she was ready to apologize and work things out, she could come to her; for now, Rory was going to just start the next chapter in her life and try and enjoy it.

Without thinking, she grabbed her phone and dialed Logan's number. She wasn't sure why she had been waiting to tell him and his reaction couldn't be any worse than her mother's had been. She waited for the call to connect, but instead she got the operator's voice saying that the phone number was no longer in service. "Well shit." she muttered then pulled out of the driveway and headed to Hartford. She would send someone to get her boxes from her mother's house some other day. Right now she just wanted to curl up in her bed and try not to think about the fact that Logan had changed his number and she no longer had any clue how to get ahold of him.