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Chapter ten: Short but. . . not so sweet
Its official, no one and I mean no one likes to find out that a girl is pregnant by her fiancé and they would be getting married if she wasn't pregnant so they would just have to deal with it. No one.
And I would love to be one of those people who don't care what others think. I would love to say that I don't care what they think.
But I can't.
'Cause I do.
It was completely and utterly impossible to focus on the small talk that came before the big revealing.
"Rory, Logan! Its nice to see you," Grandma said happily urging us through the door.
"Hi Grandma," I nudged Logan in the arm when he didn't say anything; he was just as nervous as I.
"It's nice to see you again Emily," he was formal even when nervous, you couldn't even tell by looking at his face for he kept it straight the entire time.
"Well come on," Grandma brought us into the living room having completely ignored Mom when we entered.
"Its nice to see you, too" Mom said sarcastically "would I like something to drink? Sure, thanks for asking. I'll have my usual."
"Oh, don't be so sarcastic Lorelai," Grandma said in a tone which you could obviously tell was only for my mother. And that's how it went, the night dragging on forever.
Grandma adored everything Logan said. It was as if she was falling for him; of course she wasn't that would be disgusting but she was all over Logan and I as a couple.
"Maybe we should just tell them," I whispered on our way to the dining room. My mother looked back at me quickly and nodded.
"Yeah," he took my hand "now?"
"Um, let's wait a few minutes," I sat down "we should start eating first."
"What are you two whispering about?" Grandma said sharply making me jump a little.
"Oh, nothing." I looked at Logan for support, this would be bad; atrocious, deficient, rough.
"Emily, Richard," Logan spoke for me, it was good in a way and then again made me feel dreadful, like I couldn't face the problem myself. Logan didn't mean it that way at all, and I knew it, I just felt like it wasn't right, that I should tell them. "Rory and I," he took my hand under the table "have something's to tell you."
Grandma put down her fork, "and these something's are?"
"I'm," I looked at my plate "pregnant, and Logan and I are getting married. This is not only because of the pregnancy thing, we love each other and this would have happened anyway." I spoke so quickly I wasn't sure I even got the words out.
"PREGNANT!"
AUTHORS NOTE: SORRY SORRY SORRY!!!! I DIDN'T TYPE IN A LONG TIME!!!! I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND. . . BUT PLEASE PLZ PLZ PLZ R&R ANYWAYS, AND WHEN I GET ENOUGH REVIEWS I WILL WRITE MORE. . . . . . . . .