Author: MeaganVallejoForever

Title: Ready for Anything

Chapter 7

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, nor do I own the characters.

---Monday---

I woke up feeling better; my stomach felt settled and hungry. Slowly I got out of bed and stretched. My whole body was tired from my breakdown yesterday. When I looked in my mirror I could see the stains on my cheeks left from tears and mascara.

I thumbed through my clothes in my closet and picked out a short-sleeved white tee and some black skinny jeans. My black converse shoes would have to do since they were already out on the floor.

I stood in front of my full-length mirror and studied my body. I could imagine my stomach growing bigger, until my shirts didn't fit and I had to shop at a maternity store. My face might get chubbier, but then again, my mom said she didn't gain too much extra weight. And I would probably go up a size in shoes; ugh, I hated shoe shopping.

"Rory, you're going to be late for the meeting if you don't leave within the next few minutes." Paris gave a yell through the door. I think she would be there for me. She always showed concern when it really mattered. Even last night, she showed her friendship to me. I let out a sigh; I would need all the support I could get.

I picked up my cell phone and threw it in my book bag. Quickly, I put my hair up in a hair band and headed out.

I stopped at the coffee cart, but realized I probably should get something other than my overload of caffeine. I stood there for a moment and studied the menu. I've never been to a place that sells coffee, and then not order coffee.

I could see Marty out of the corner of my eye, walking up to the coffee cart. As soon as he saw me, he hung his head down. He was probably afraid of me snapping at him again. He approached the coffee cart and stood right beside me. "Are you going to order or should I go ahead?" He was trying to be really sincere.

"No go ahead, I'm not sure what I'm getting yet." After he ordered, I had spotted chocolate milk. "I'll get a medium chocolate milk please." I handed over a few dollars and put one in the tip jar.

I stood by Marty while we waited for our order. "I'm really sorry about yesterday Marty; I shouldn't have snapped at you. I've had a lot of things going on and I needed to hurry back into my dorm."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I kind of figured it was something like that. I've been getting like that too because of all the stress on me." The guy handed over our cups. "So what was bothering you? If you don't mind talking about it, I'm here to listen."

I took a sip of the chocolate milk so it gave me time to think of whether or not I should tell him. "I found out yesterday that I'm pregnant. And the father is this guy I met on vacation in Hawaii. I have no idea how to contact him or where he even lives." I could feel myself getting emotional, but I held it back.

Marty looked shocked, but sympathetic. "Well I can't offer help with money, but I can be a baby-sitter or something. And if you ever need to talk, like I said, I'm here."

"Thanks, it means a lot." I glanced at the time on my cell-phone and realized I had a meeting now. "Thanks for the chat, but now I have to get going before I'm late to the Yale Daily News room." I waved goodbye and hurriedly walked across the campus, occasionally sipping from my cup.

The room was filled with students. Some were standing against the wall, since all the seats were taken. Paris had found an empty chair by the speaker and already had her notebook out for whatever she needed to write down.

A young man stood at the front of the room with a podium in front of him. "Thank you all for coming and showing interest in Yale's newspaper. We have looked over the list of applicants and their previous experience in journalism and have already selected the people who will be a part of the YDN team."

The worried expressions spread over the many young faces in the room. My stomach was unsettled; I wasn't sure if I was worried or sick from the pregnancy.

"The list of people we read off will remain in this room, and the rest of you may exit through the door in which you entered." An older man had stepped up the podium to speak. "Jeremy Smith, Rachel Ferris, Paris Gellar, Lorelai Gilmore, Steve Martin, and Michael Green. The rest of you may now leave and thank you for your time."

I felt like this was just one more responsibility in my life. How would I deal with a full time class schedule, the paper, and a baby? I watched as Paris walked over with a proud smile on her face. "I'm glad we both got in. Congratulations." She stuck her hand out for me to shake and I took it.

"Congratulations to you too Paris. What do we do now?" I looked around and noticed people lining up at the podium. "Let's go over there and see what's going on."

The man who had been speaking earlier was looking through some papers that were handed to him. "Students, we have one more addition to our Yale Daily News team, and I believe most of you have heard of this young man. Logan Huntzberger will be returning this year to our team."

I can't breathe. That was my first thought when I heard Logan's name. I frantically searched around the room, but couldn't see him anywhere. Suddenly it felt like that chocolate milk wasn't settling right and I had to run out of the room to find a bathroom somewhere nearby.

Luckily my hair was already tied back as I emptied my stomach into a nearby public toilet. I wiped my mouth off with some toilet paper and flushed the toilet. I could feel my stomach settle as I opened the stall door. A couple girls were at the sinks and their conversation caught my attention.

"I heard Logan's returning this year. I'm surprised Yale would take him back." A skinny blonde stood near the trashcan while talking.

"Well his dad practically pays half of the staff's salary so his son could come here. Besides, I'm not going to complain. Logan is drop dead gorgeous and I hear he still parties just as hard. And you know a drunk Logan is as good as naked in your bed."

I felt disgusted with what I heard and left the bathroom immediately. Was he drunk too? Is that the only reason Logan slept with me? I couldn't think about this. All I knew was that Logan still partied hard and wouldn't be a fit father. There my decision was made. I fiddled with the end of my shirt nervously as I headed over to my first class.

I was hoping class could give me a break form all my thoughts. For just a few minutes I wanted to escape the worries that were so prominently circling my mind.

My class only held a few students so far and so I assumed I wasn't late yet. I took a seat towards the front so I could give my full attention to the professor. There was loud laughter coming from the doorway; when I turned around I noticed the two guys Logan was with in Hawaii. I was afraid that maybe they would see me and tell Logan. My mind started to panic at what I should do. If I saw Logan now I might not be able to hold myself together. I quickly gathered up my bag before the professor came in and exited through the door on the side.

I walked briskly toward my dorm building, trying to hurry. My stomach flipped and I felt like I might pass out if I kept going. I walked to a nearby tree and let my body rest against it. My breaths were shallow and my head felt light. I slid down to sit on the grass; my whole body was heating up with a fever.

"Rory are you alright?" Paris came running out of the building in front of me with worry etched on her face. She pressed the back of her hand to my forehead. "You're burning up. Come on, I'll help you inside."

She pulled me up and threw my bag over her shoulder. I let my bodyweight lean on her until we got into the room and I sat on the nearest chair. "I don't know what happened. I was waking back from my classroom and I felt so sick. I had to stop walking and then I felt so hot. I wonder if this is normal." I sat back and put my feet up on the table. I pulled out my cell and dialed mom's number. "Hey mom it's me."

"Shouldn't you be in class right now?"

"Yeah, but I felt sick and had to rush back to the dorm. I have a question for you." I heard her murmur a 'sure' as she dealt with some paperwork Michel had handed her. "I got a fever and really dizzy, is that normal?"

"Of course. Gilmore's don't do well with pregnancy. I was sick during the whole first trimester. So good luck." She laughed and I knew she was just teasing.

"Thanks mom. Well I'll let you get back to work. I'm going to nap before my next class."

When I hung up the phone I noticed Paris staring at me. "Did you know Logan Huntzberger is returning to the YDN?" She was so serious.

"Yeah, I heard the speaker announce it just a few minutes after he read off the names. Why?" I was cautious with what I said because I didn't want her to catch onto my real thoughts about Logan being here.

"I just find it odd how you happen to have had a fling with some guy right before Hawaii and now you're pregnant. I know you were out all night with Logan and I'm almost positive you would have mentioned that fling to me earlier. Is it really not Logan's baby? Rory you can tell me the truth. I'm not going to run my mouth to him because in my opinion, he's not ready to be a father."

I had no idea how to handle this. Paris was offering sincerity and I had no clue what to tell her. If I told her the truth, she might change her mind and tell Logan. But if I just tell her, then that is one more person to be there for me to talk to. "Okay, so I didn't have a fling before Hawaii. And it is Logan's baby. I didn't think I'd ever see him again which is why I just played it off to you as someone else's baby." Tears streamed down my face. "I'm sorry I lied to you, but I've just been so confused with all that's going on right now."

"Please don't cry, you know how stressed I get when someone is being emotional around me." She moved over to my chair and hugged me. "Don't ever make me do this for you again. I will send you back to Stars Hollow where people love to hug."

I couldn't help but laugh and I knew she did it on purpose. "Thanks for being here for me. You can stop hugging me now, I know you hate hugging."

She stood up and straightened out her clothes. "If you tell anyone I hugged you, I know exactly where you sleep and will smother you."

"What's that Paris, threatening a helpless pregnant girl? You've steeped low." We both laughed and she went back to studying her books.

I stood up, feeling much better now, and headed over to the kitchen for some cold water. "A moment in history ladies and gentlemen, Rory Gilmore does drink water!"

I flipped her off playfully and rolled my eyes. I finished off the glass of water and set the empty cup in the sink. I packed my book bag and prepared myself for a long day.

---Thursday---

I had finished all my classes for the day and walked over to one of the libraries to enjoy some quiet time. I loved the library here. I felt as though I could get lost in a different world as I sat in one of the very comfortable chairs. Today I picked out a couple books I had seen in Grandpa's study.

Instead of picking out an empty chair in the huge structural library, I decided to check them out and find a quiet place outside next to tree. I always got more into a story outside.

As I headed out the huge wooden, carved doors of the library, the two books in hand, blonde hair caught my attention from the corner of my eye. My heartbeat sped up as I turned and noticed that I was now staring into the chocolate brown eyes of the infamous Logan Huntzberger. He smiled at me, and it was different than the smirk I had seen in Hawaii. Logan stepped forward, and he was heading towards me. I panicked.

I stood, frozen in place. I'm about to stop breathing. My lungs were collapsing and my body trembled. And yet, Logan had no idea I was carrying his child.

To be continued…

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