Hey everyone! Sorry for the super-long wait, but it's finally here! Thanks for all the reviews, you guys are awesome!

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By the way, I just realized that a lot of the chapters of this story have just been about that one night, at dinner. I'm surprised I was able to write so mcuh about just a few hours.

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"Emily, do you mind if we leave now? Rory's exhausted and you can't really blame her," he said, glaring at his father before kissing the top of Rory's head.

"Yes, of course Logan. You two drive safe."

"Thank you for the dinner, it was wonderful," he said before putting his arm around Rory and leaving the room.

"Bye hun, I'll call you later," Lorelai called out to Rory. A moment later, when the door to her parent's house shut, she stood up as well.

"I think it's time I leave too Mom. Thank you for dinner, I'll see you next week. Bye, Dad," she said simply, walking out of the room and completely ignoring Shira and Mitchum.

The car ride home was silent for the couple. Rory seemed to be in a trance, staring out the window. She had her hand placed in Logan's, who was rubbing his thumb across it gently. Rory noticed him glancing at her every now and then, a concerned expression on his face. She loved the fact that he cared about her, but wanted him to know that she was okay, that she believed what he had said.

"I do trust you, you know. I'm just…scared."

The sound of her voice seemed to startle him at first, but her recovered and sent a gentle smile her way.

"I know Ace. I know." He squeezed her hand reassuringly.

Sighing contently, she turned away from the window and gave him a small smile. He looked back at her, but had to keep his eyes on the road more frequently, as it had started to rain. Noticing her still staring at him, he gave her a questioning look.

She looked down and started playing with the sleeves of her dress, as she had done previously that evening.

"We haven't…I mean, we haven't really gotten a chance to really talk about…you know, everything," she said quickly, still avoiding eye contact.

Logan pulled up in front of their apartment building, turning the car off but not having any intention of getting out. "Ace, I told you. I'm happy we're having a baby. I'm happy we're getting married, I'm happy you're happy about having a baby and getting married."

The rain started pounding harder now, making it impossible to see out the windows.

Rory sighed, "But...it can't…it just can't be that simple."

Logan just looked at her. "It can't?"

Rory looked at her fiance exasperatley. "No. I mean, I would love it if it really was that simple, but honestly, can it really be? 'I'm pregnant. Great!' We're getting married! Super!' Is that honestly all there is to it! I mean, shouldn't we talk about what's going to change when little," Rory patted her small, practically still flat stomach," 'It' comes along? Shouldn't we discuss what getting married means, and what's going to change then? I mean, we can't just let these things happen without thinking!" As Rory ranted, Logan just watched her adoringly. When she finally looked at him and saw him looking amused, she started to get more frustrated.

"Logan! God, you're not taking me seriously! You're leaving for London in a few minutes! That's not good! How is," Rory pointed to herself and Logan, then at her stomach, "gunna work, with you so far away!? We can't get married with you thousands of miles away! I can't have a baby with you across the world! Geez, this isn't even about your parents hating me anymore. This is about US, and how the location and the situation both suck. I don't know, maybe we rushed into this. Maybe we should just take a few days, or weeks, to think about if we really should do this now, at this point in our lives. How about when you leave, I'll go inside, fix myself some coffee, and make a nice, long pro-con list, then I'll call you and we can talk about his in a more rational mann-"

She was cut off by Logan's lips on hers. All worries and concerns she had about anything left her mind for the moment, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, as he used his hand to bring her head closer. His tongue asked for entrance which she didn't hesitate to accept, and they stayed like that for who-knows-how-long. Logan was the one to, finally, break it off. He had to stop himself from laughing as he watched her. She still had her eyes closed, and looked as if she was in a daze. When her eyes finally did flutter open and she looked into his chocolate brown ones, her mouth opened, but her put a finger to her lips, stopping her.

"Rory. Ace. What am I going to do with you?" He couldn't help but laugh at her puzzled and frustrated expression.

"You need to just stop overthinking all of this. Live in the moment." Keeping his finger to her lips, he leaned back on his seat, watching out the window, as the rain continued to pound down. "But, I know you, and instead of sending you inside where you will first make coffee and then make your pro-con list, I'll save you the trouble. Okay, the wedding? Ace, you yourself said you want it after you graduate, and by then my year in London will be over so we don't have to worry about that. And wedding plans? That will be hard to discuss because of the distance, but I'm sure Lorelai will be planning most if not all of it with you." Rory's face brightened up a little when she considered that, and Logan chuckled. "Okay, and little 'It' here," he gently patted Rory's stomach. "If you think London's going to keep me from watching my future-wife have my child, you need to check into the insane asylum. I'm going to be back every weekend form now on, to hell with whatever my father wants." Rory's face lit up completly when he said this, and she leaned in for another kiss.

When they broke apart from this one, Rory looked at him with a scrunched up expression, as if to make sure he wasn't kidding. "Really?" she asked, hope streaming from her eyes.

"Yes, Ace. Really." Logan said, peacking her on the lips. Rory looked as if she was about to shreak with joy, but Logan cut her off before she could. "But," he started.

Rory's face dropped slightly. "Uh-oh. There's a but to all this?"

Logan finished his statement. "If you told my father the reason why I am coming every weekend, instead of threatening to disown me and possibly coming to drag me back to London with him, he might let me come without complaining, or possibly even more frequently then just every weekend."

Rory's face dropped at this. She didn't say anything at first.

"Ace, he's gunna have to know eventually. So are you're grandparents."

She sighed, "Yeah, I know, and I was planning to tell them."

He looked at her, pretending to believe what she was saying. "Oh, really? And what were you going to?"

She looked down. "When their friends start giving them numbers for fat farms, as they did when Mom was pregnant with me."

"Ace!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" Rory looked out the window, the rain was slightly letting up. "I was planning on telling my grandparents tonight, but I forgot you're parents were coming, and you're surprise visit distracted me and everything, so...next week, at dinner, I guess. You'll be here, right?" She looked at him, hopeful.

"I wouldn't miss it. But what about my parents?"

She scratched her head, thinking. "Now, do they really have to know?"

Logan rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm afraid as much as I would love to hide it from them, they do have to know."

Rory thought about it. "How about...Saturday? It'll be good, get both meetings over with in one weekend. I'll call it...The-Torturous-Hellish-I-Have-To-Tell-My-Grandparents-And-My-Fiance's-Parents-I'm-Pregnant-With-His-Baby-Weekend." She rambled.

He laughed at that. "Don't forget, you might want to add that you were only kidding about the whole eloping thing, and that we are really only engaged."

She sighed, "I know, I know. So will you call and set up the dinner on Saturday?"

"Yes, don't really, I'll cover it. You don't mind of I fill Honor and Josh in on all of this, and have them come?"

Rory smiled at this. "Yes, tell them! That'll be great, we can use them there, you know, if we are to tipsy after drinking there to drive to the nearest bar, they'll drive us!"

"Yes, never be without a sober-enough-to-drive-me-to-the-nearest-bar-support-system when you decide to have dinner with my parents."

"So you'll set it?"

"Yes, I'll set it. Now you should really get inside."

"Yeah. I'll see you next Friday?"

"Uh-huh. I'll call you when I get in." He pulled her in for one last passionate kiss, which, after a few minutes, he reluctantly broke off.

"Bye Ace. I love you."

"Love you to!" She called, before jumping out and waving, before running into their apartment building before the rain started pouring again.

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The rest if the weekend sped on by. Monday passed in a blur. Tuesday whizzed on by. Wednesday passed so fast she almost didn't belive it came. Thursday was unfortunatley long, due to a test and Paris coming over, telling her something about how "my TV broke and I must watch some C-SPAN." The day consisted of Rory trying to study and Paris yelling things at the TV, making studying impossible.

Then Friday came along.

Let The-Torturous-Hellish-I-Have-To-Tell-My-Grandparents-And-My-Fiance's-Parents-I'm-Pregnant-With-His-Baby-Weekend begin.

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