Though she doesn't know how, Rory survives the day at her mother's wedding. She smiles throughout the day and manages to keep it together through the ice that Lorelai is sending her way. It wasn't easy, especially when her grandmother pulled her aside to ask what was going on.

"Rory, please don't brush me off like your mother. It's obvious something is going on. What is it?"

Rory sighed, not really wanting to tell her Grandmother she was pregnant yet and that was what they were fighting about. She didn't want to tell her not only because she didn't know what it meant, but also because she felt bad enough about telling her mom she was pregnant on her wedding day. But, her grandmother was insistent. She looked around to make sure no one else was standing close and stepped closer to her grandmother.

"Grandma, I don't want you to freak out. But, Mom and I had a fight this morning about something I told her."

"What did you tell her? And don't give me that look!"

Rory's eyes widened as she tried to wipe whatever look was on her face off. "What look? I don't have a look!"

Emily just rolled her eyes. "Really, Rory. You'd think you didn't want to tell me whatever was important enough to tell you mother that caused the two of you to have a big enough fight on her wedding day that we're all uncomfortable."

Rory sighed again. "I told Mom that I was pregnant and she didn't take it well."

Emily gasped. "Pregnant? Rory, really?"

Rory looked at her grandma and smiled. "Yeah. I found out a few weeks ago while I was in London. We were going to hold off a bit on telling people until I was out of the first trimester."

"Rory, that's lovely news! I'm so delighted for you and Logan! It is Logan's, right?"

Rory rolled her eyes. "Grandma!"

"Oh, Rory! I'm just teasing. But I am absolutely delighted to hear this. Can you just imagine your eyes with his blonde hair on a little girl or boy? Just darling!"

"Thanks, Grandma. I appreciate your support."

Emily sent her a quizzical look. "What do you mean you 'appreciate my support?'"

Rory bit her lip and averted her eyes, not answering the question.

"Rory, what do you mean? Do you mean that Lorelai wasn't thrilled when you told her you were pregnant?"

Rory grimaced, even more reticent to have this conversation with her grandma that telling her she was pregnant. It's not that she didn't want her Grandma to know what was going on. She just didn't really want to rehash her conversation with Lorelai again. But, she knew she wouldn't be able to escape it no matter how hard she tried. "When I told Mom, she didn't have the best reaction. She wanted to know what I was going to do and scoffed at my description of how happy Logan was about the pregnancy."

Rory watched as her grandmother's face darkened. "Lorelai can be so selfish sometimes. You don't need to listen to a single word she says. You are in a committed relationship with someone who obviously loves you and is happy to start a family with you. If she can't see that, then that's bullshit."

Rory's eyes widened again. "Grandma!"

"What? It's true! It's bullshit. She doesn't have to like everything, but she can offer her support. Now, you need to hurry inside and finish getting ready."

Rory smiled her thanks to her Grandma and wrapped her in a hug. "Thank you. Really."

Emily didn't respond, but patted her back.

Rory smiled at her again. She made her way up the steps to the Dragonfly and laughed at Michel's exasperated shouts as he directed people around the dining room. While they weren't holding the event at The Dragonfly, a lot of the preparation of the food, decorations, and wedding parties was happening there. Thus, Michel was having to direct the staff on what decorations went where at the gazebo.

She paused as she watched him chase a flower toting worker through the front parlor and out the door. She stifled her laughter, knowing that Michel would somehow pick up on it. Her smile widened hearing Sookie's shouts from the kitchen and the subsequent smash of something hitting the floor. She could just barely make out her "I'm fine! I'm fine!" as she turned towards her room.

She let herself in and felt herself deflate. What should have been one of the happiest days of her life was actually somewhat terrible. She thought she would be spending the day helping her mom get ready. Instead, she was delegated to her own room and banished from the bridal chamber. She sat on the bed for a few moments before looking towards her bridesmaid dress. It was beautiful. Her mother picked a deep royal blue dress that had a fur wrap to go around her shoulders. Earlier, a hairdresser and make-up artist visited her earlier and got her hair and make up done.

At least with that done, she didn't have to worry about too much more besides putting the dress on. Noticing the time, Rory also decided that time was now. She slipped the dress and wrap on before putting her shoes on. She checked herself in the mirror and smiled at herself. Normally she wouldn't really spend too much time looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help it today. She grabbed her phone and snapped a photo to send to Logan real quick.

Deciding that she looked the best she possibly could, she made her way downstairs to wait for the photos to start. She only had to wait a few minutes before her mom made her way down the stairs with help with Lane. Her mom looked beautiful. She was wearing a strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline and a mermaid bottom. It wasn't a full white dress because her mother thought that with her age it wasn't appropriate. It was more of a champagne color and it complimented her coloring very well.

"Mom, you look beautiful."

"Thanks," was Lorelai's terse response.

Rory felt like she had been slapped and she stepped back as if she had been slapped.

Lorelai continued, "Let's just get through this."

Rory tried very hard not to let the tears she could feel building in her eyes spill down her face. Luckily, Michel and her grandmother walked in. They both gushed over Lorelai and then her before getting them outside and into the horse drawn carriage. Thankfully, it wasn't just Rory and Lorelai. Emily was riding with them as well.

They posed for a few photos in the carriage before they started their slow journey to the city center. About 10 minutes later, the carriage stopped and Richard helped first Emily down and sat her before coming back for Rory. She smiled at him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek before making her way down the aisle to stand at the bottom of the gazebo steps. She turned around and watched as her grandfather handed Lorelai down and they started their walk down the aisle.

Rory watched as they slowly made their way to the gazebo and turned to face Luke and the officiant as they went up the steps. Throughout the ceremony, Rory couldn't help the happiness she felt for the two of them. If anyone deserved to have happiness, it was definitely her mom and Luke. It took them forever to find each other and finally make it work. Even if this was just for show, the wedding was a long time coming. And the after party was a testament to that.

The next few hours were a whirlwind of emotion as she watched Luke and her mom share their first dance and then Lorelai and Richard do the father/daughter dance. By the time the reception wound down, she was exhausted and made it home in time to pass out in a heap on her bed.

Upon waking the next morning, Rory shuffles into the kitchen and meets Lorelai and Luke getting ready to leave. "Off already?" she asks as she sits down.

"Yeah, we have a few hours drive ahead of us," Luke tells her before grabbing the coffee thermos. "I'll be in the car Lorelai."

Lorelai smiles in acknowledgement. Luke leans down to give Rory a hug before he leaves and she listens as he leaves. The kitchen is uncomfortably silent.

"So…." Rory says, trying to break the silence.

"I've done some thinking," Lorelai starts. "I think that while Luke and I are gone you need to find somewhere else to stay."

Rory is shocked. "What?"

Lorelai sighed and wouldn't meet her eyes. "I think you need to find somewhere else to stay. I can't have you living here."

Rory scoffs as the words set in. "You can't have me living here?"

"I don't agree with some of the choices you've made recently and, because of that, I can't have you living here."

"So, because I made a few choices that you don't agree with, I'm being kicked out?"

"That is not it at all. You're married, as you have so clearly stated, you are married to Logan. Because of that, he can provide for you."

Rory didn't know what to say. "I honestly can't believe this. This is like Yale all over again. I've made choices that you don't agree with and you're shutting me out."

Lorelai shrugs but doesn't say anything. "Whatever. I just want you to move out while we're gone."

With that, Lorelai walked out and left Rory sitting in the kitchen in shock. It took her several minutes to gather herself. She walks into her room numbly and grabs her phone, dialing Logan. His phone rings, but he never answers. She doesn't leave a message and, instead, calls her grandmother. She picks up after two rings.

"Gilmore residence."

"Hey, Grandma."

"Rory? Is that you? What's wrong?"

At that question, the floodgate opens and Rory dissolves into tears. After several minutes of Emily consoling her through the phone, Rory was able tell her grandmother what her mom told her. After she finished, Emily was silent for a few moments. Finally, she said, "Rory, I want you to take a shower and try to relax. Within an hour I will be there with some movers to gather your things and bring them to our house. Once we do that, we will try to get up with Logan and find out what you will be doing in the long term."

Rory whispered "Ok" before hanging the phone up. She gathered her shower things and trudged upstairs. Even though it didn't help a lot, Rory did feel better after her shower. She had just enough time to get back downstairs and get dressed before she heard a knock at the door. She let her grandma in and then settled on the couch, watching as Emily directed the four movers with her through Rory's room to gather her things. In little time, Rory's childhood room was devoid of her presence.

She felt some sadness as she looked over her bare walls and stripped drawers, closet, and mirror. It was like she was closing a door on the Stars Hollow chapter of her life and she didn't quite know how to feel about it, especially since she was being forced out. With one final look, Rory stepped back and shut the door behind her, also shutting the door on the negativity that this house and her mother brought.

—

Later, once she was settled into her old room at her grandparents, Rory was finally able to get up with Logan and tell him what happened. Obviously, he wasn't thrilled and really wanted to give Lorelei a piece of his mind, but refrained from actually following through since Rory begged him not to.

"So, what does this mean?"

"Well, the announcement is going out tomorrow. I anticipate a lot of phone calls and emails from various people and newspapers. We've already drafted a blanket response for anyone that contacts me that I've also sent to you. Until we know the full reaction of my father and mother and the world, there's not a lot we can do."

Rory nodded. "Ok. I'm not planning to answer any phone calls and will keep my eyes peeled for any emails or news vans outside."

From there, they moved on to more pleasant topics, such as Rory's next appointment. Upon hanging up the phone, Rory gazed at the now very outdated room. The pink floral wallpaper and posters of 98 degrees hadn't changed a bit since she was in high school. If she was going to be in her grandparent's house for an extended time, she might ask if they could redecorate it a bit so that it wasn't so girly.

Feeling her eyes grow heavy, Rory decided that a small nap wouldn't be horrible and laid back, allowing herself to sink into a deep sleep that she didn't come out of until the following day.

Upon coming down to breakfast, Rory saw her grandfather reading the newspaper and her grandmother looking at paint samples.

"Morning Grandma and Grandpa!"

"Good morning, Rory," Richard said. "It's a big day. How do you feel?"

"I feel a little queasy, but that could be chalked up to my pregnancy."

Richard chuckled. "I didn't say anything when you arrived yesterday, but congratulations. I can't wait to see the next generation of Gilmore's come into the world."

Rory smiled at him. "Thanks, Grandpa."

Richard smiled at her and returned to his paper. Emily interjected, "So, Rory, I was thinking that you might be here with us for a while and it might be a good idea to redecorate your room. If we look through this today, we can hopefully have it done later this week."

"Thanks. I was actually going to talk to you about that today."

"Well, great minds think alike."

Over breakfast, Rory and her grandmother poured over samples and decided what they wanted in the room. Emily went to order the materials and set up a time for the crew to come later that week once they finished eating. Rory stayed at the table, trying to savor the calm before the storm.

She heard her phone ding and saw a text from Logan telling her that the first contacts were being made by reporters and his father had requested a meeting with him in 15 minutes. Rory gulped at the admission of the upcoming meeting with Mitchum. That could make or break Logan's future in HPG. No matter what, she was in for a long day.