A/N: Yeah, I know it's been a while, but I've had some family stuff going on. In other news, I've been out on an almost-date with the guy I like, I turned 17, and I'm going to Disneyland on Friday. And I have a B in Calc. SO LIFE IS GOOD, WHEEEE.

Also, I recently got addicted to Downton Abbey. Does anyone watch that? Keep a look out, I'm going to be writing a fic for that soon.

The knock at her door surprised her, since she hadn't been expecting to see anyone for another hour. When she looked up, though, she could see Nate through the glass, clearly distracted by the plaque with her name on it.

He noticed her watching him and pushed open the door, forgoing any pleasantries. "Why do you get a gold plaque on a glass wall outside of your office and I get nothing?"

"Probably because you're an intern and I'm well on my way to making partner," she replied, closing the case file on her desk and putting it aside.

He noticed her action, smiling slightly. "Oh, do I get all your attention today?"

"Nate-"

"I'm just saying; I haven't seen you in two days."

"I've been busy, I'm sorry."

"No, that's okay," he broke into a grin. "I'm just teasing. I just got off a sixty-hour-shift. Us not seeing each other is just as much my fault as yours."

"You look surprisingly clean for someone who hasn't been home in a day and a half."

And he did. He looked clean and fresh, the exact opposite of what she felt at the moment. His hair was slightly damp from what she assumed was a shower, and hers was tied up in a sleek ponytail because she hadn't had time to wash it in three days. It was unfair, because she actually went home every night. No one cared what he looked like at the hospital.

He raised his eyebrows at her. "I went home. I showered. And then I checked the time and realized it was almost seven o'clock and I thought I could swing by my girlfriend's office and we could go out to dinner."

"Nate!" she said, shocked.

"What? It's not like anyone can hear. Besides, we agreed not to tell anyone, I get it, but when we're alone, at least, please allow me to call you my girlfriend."

"I'm sorry," she let out a breath, smiling slightly. "I just like the peace."

"What peace?"

Before she could answer, though, they were interrupted.

"April, why are you- Oh, hi Nate! I didn't expect to see you here," Samantha said, bewildered.

"Just thought I'd come by and take dinner orders. You want anything?" he asked, pushing back his chair and standing up.

"No, I'm good," she paused. "Actually, I'm really glad to see you."

"You are?" April and Nate asked at the same time. While April's tone was sharp and full of defense, Nate was almost chuckling.

"Yes," Samantha said slowly, throwing a curious look at her best friend. "I was just about to go home, and since April's probably going to be here a while, would you mind dropping her home?"

"Of course not. I can do that," Nate agreed. "I'll just wait then, yeah, Ape?"

Since the car accident three weeks ago, neither Nate, Sam, nor any of her family members had trusted her to get behind the wheel again. When she had tried to argue that procrastinating in getting behind the wheel again would only deepen her fears, Nate had ignored her and said that there was no way she'd ever be afraid of something as easy as driving a car. Ten years of experience couldn't be erased by just one experience, he'd argued. Besides, her car was still in the shop, and their unease was at the fact that she'd be driving a completely new car. An unfounded fear, she supposed, but she couldn't deny that in a strange way, she loved it. It was the most attention her family had payed her in a long time.

Her father had even told her to stop making the commute from Boston to New York. She'd been to the city once in the last three weeks, but even that was to see Rory and Logan and the kids, and Nate had driven.

As to the status of their relationship, well, they hadn't told anyone in the end. Lorelai suspected, April knew from the twinkle in her mother's eye whenever they spoke, but she hadn't outright told anyone. Not even Samantha, who had been driving her to work and back every day. Her best friend had gone to law school with her, had joined the firm with her, and had been her partner on more cases than she could count, and Sam knew something was up. Until April was ready to say something, though, she'd wait.

In the meantime, Nate's appearance around her had been attributed to the fact that their family didn't really trust doctors (Haydens were stronger than that, really). Christopher did care about his daughter, though, and so he'd asked Nate to keep a lookout for April.

The easy friendship they showed to everyone around them wasn't forced, and no one seemed to bat an eyelash when they saw the two laughing and joking. At the end of the day, these were two mature people who had, before their relationship, been very good friends. There was no need to continue to be stilted and awkward around each other after two months of getting used to the other's presence.

"Would you mind?" She glanced up at him. "It'll only be another half hour."

"I'll stay then," he said, making his way back to the leather chair in front of her desk. "Wouldn't want you to stay all alone in this dark office. Who knows what can happen up here."

"What a knight in shining armor," Samantha teased. "Anyways, I have to get going. Drew's flight lands early tomorrow morning, I need to be airport to pick him up."

"So we won't be seeing you tomorrow, then?" Nate asked cheekily.

Sam pointed her finger at him, eyes narrowed. "Shut up, Nathaniel."

He raised his arms up in defense, glancing at his girlfriend, who was biting her lip to stop from laughing. Sam just shook her head and sighed, waved, and then left.

"She's so fun to get angry. She gets so Mom-ish."

"Well someone has to be responsible."

"Says the woman who is working overtime on a case she gets to charge a hundred dollars or more per hour for?"

"Well that's different, it's my job. If you only you knew how irresponsible I was in my life, Nate."

"Are you teasing me, really?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Now just sit here and be quiet, I need to finish reading through this."

So he did.

For the next half hour, he sat in the chair in front of her desk, pretending to be immersed in his phone. All the while, though, he was looking up at her. The pen that she was chewing on, and the way that her legs were curled under her on her swivel chair, the one that didn't stop moving when she fidgeted. It was odd to think that he was at peace, that he wasn't sleepy, that he was perfectly content to just sit here and watch his girlfriend read through a case as it got darker and colder beyond the glass window.

Finally she groaned, slammed the file shut again, and got up to stretch. "I can't think anymore," she proclaimed.

"When do you go to court?"

"Three weeks."

"You've got time," he said, standing.

"I know, but I have other cases to work on before them."

"You've got time," he repeated, holding the door open. "Come on, let's go. Grab your coat."

April didn't put up much argument, grabbing her dark navy peacoat and putting it on as she made her way through the door. "How far is your car parked?"

"Which reminds me," he followed her into the hallway. "You have your own parking space?"

"No I don't!"

"You do," he said. "It says 'Hayden' on it."

"Yeah," April answered, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers. "For my dad."

"That would make sense," he commented.

"Wouldn't it?"

"Stop mocking me."

"I'm sorry; you just make it so easy."

"Remind me again why I love you?"

"Because I'm just so irresistible?" she asked cheekily. He looked down at her, smiling, and kissed her. She let go of his hand and wrapped both of hers around his neck, his hands automatically going to her waist, pulling her closer. Their six-inch-height difference was minimized somewhat by her heels, but she was still standing on her tip-toes, trying to get as close as she could.

Finally pulling away, breathless, she finally said, "That will never get old."

"I sure hope not."

"Are you sure you're not doing anything tonight?" Lorelai asked her youngest daughter as Georgie came down the stairs, DVDs in hand.

Her daughter glanced up at her in surprise. "Um, no. Why would I?"

"Well you're finally home after a couple of months, and your dad and I just thought that you'd be spending tonight out."

"Out with whom? What sort of a life do you guys think I live, anyways?" Georgie asked.

"We have people coming over for dinner."

"OH. Curious. I'm interested, tell me who," she leaned over the gleaming wooden railing. As if to emphasize her point, she tilted her head towards her mother and widened her eyes.

"Attorney General and his wife. With your father now the Senate Majority Leader, they can't keep up the animosity. It's not good for Washington and all of that. The point is, Marissa Hammond and I teamed up to get this dinner together, and I wasn't expecting you or Will to be home tonight, but you both are."

"Will and I can go out if you want. I think- actually yeah, we haven't had some sibling bonding time in a while. Maybe we can even- hey, here's an idea! We can drive up to Boston and stay with April for a couple of days."

Lorelai stared at her daughter. "Will just got back from Boston."

"Will just spent the last three weeks studying for finals holed up in his room. I'm sure he wouldn't mind a quick two-day trip to see April?" Georgie responded.

"Well you can ask him," her mother replied doubtfully. "It's only six-thirty, so I don't see the problem. But the Hammonds will be here in about a half an hour. Are you sure they don't want to stay? They have a son, Wesley, who April has wanted to set you up with for the longest time."

"No thanks, Mom. Not into some Romeo and Juliet romance."

Lorelai was taken aback. "I am the last person to judge you for whom you fall in love with."

For a moment, Georgie wanted to tell her mother. Confess the lying and the hiding and how it felt to be falling for this perfect, wonderful boy who didn't even know who she really was.

But then she remembered that he was coming here and she needed to leave.

That's what it had come to: escaping from her own home.

"Here, Mom," she thrust the DVDs in her hand at her mother. "I have to go pack." Then, running up the stairs, she started calling out for her brother to pack his clothes and quick.

They were out of the house in fifteen minutes.

"Can you explain this to me? I'm confused," Will said from the passenger seat.

"I just missed April, that's all."

"Oh shut up. You were going to have a Downton Abbey marathon tonight."

"Can you not judge my love of old British period dramas?"

"Georgie, I judge everything that you do."

"I know, because I do stupid things all the time, don't I?"

"Pretty much," he laughed.

"That's not fair," she said, suddenly serious.

"Excuse me?"

"The three of you have always treated me as your silly sister. I'm too young to actually understand Rory and April's lives, and you've always got your own thing. If you were a girl or I was a boy, it'd be easier to say that we were split into two sets of kids, you know? But it's just like-"

"Shut up, Georgie."

"See, that's what I mean!"

"No, I'm saying 'shut up' because you don't know what I feel at all, do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I trust you more than anyone else in the world. Haven't you ever noticed that I always talk to you when I'm troubled? That I send you random texts with funny jokes that someone in my dorm says? It's because you're my sister and I love you. Because I think of you when something mundane happens in my life. When I bumped into Ryder Pennington, you were the first person I told. And it's not because you'd understand the significance, it's because I want you to know that I need you and I trust you. You're my sister, Georgie, and I think of you as everything but silly."

"Oh."

"Yeah. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to pout and look out the window for the rest of this car ride. Play some emo music so I can emphasize the point."

"Will," she laughed. "Okay, I'm sorry."

"Nope!" he looked away. "I refuse to accept your apology because that is how horrible a brother I am."

"Will, I'm really sorry I said that."

He said nothing, just turned even further away.

"William! Will? Okay, fine if I tell you why we left the house in a hurry, will you talk to me again?"

Silence.

"It's something that no one else knows, involving a guy..."

That got his attention. "Oh, boy problems?"

"Big time."

"Does it involve you being stupid?"

She glared at him.

"Kidding! Only joking!"

So they spent the two hour car ride talking about and dissecting her situation with Wesley Hammond.

"I never thought you'd be the type of person to come up with a fake identity, I have to admit," Will said to her as he reached into the car to pull out his backpack. "Ah, how I missed Boston."

"You've only been away for two days, idiot."

"Two days that I wasn't in the same city as Isobel."

"What is it about this girl? The few times I've seen her, she's been sucking up to every adult in the vicinity. Will, she's not even that pretty."

"Do I sense disapproval?"

"Yes," his sister said, slamming the car door behind her. "You do."

They started walking up towards the front door. "You know what I don't get?"

"Why am I judging Isobel when I do the same thing? Maybe it's because I exude this sort of natural charm and I don't have to force people to like me..."

"No. Why is Nate's car in the driveway?"

"Holy crap," Georgie whispered furiously, her eyes widening. She stopped to look at Will, then at the car, and then up at the house, where the light in April's bedroom could be seen through the curtains. "You think Nate and April...?"

"It's a possibility, isn't it? I mean, did anyone ever really think that they were going to end up with anyone else?"

"Okay, well, no. But I didn't think it'd happen so soon."

"She was in a car accident. That could spur even the most stubborn into action."

"So what, in three weeks they go to fighting all the time to moving in together?"

"Oh, God," Will groaned, running his hands over his face. "Can we not talk about the, er, physical aspects of their relationship?"

"Shut up, as if you're a virgin."

"I'm seventeen; of course I'm not a virgin!"

"I'm nineteen, and I am," she fixed him with a cool gaze.

"Well, this is awkward," he said, dropping his hands and turning away. "Do we go inside?"

"Where else do we go?"

"Home!"

She spluttered. "Are you willing to drive two hours back to Connecticut?"

"No," he paused. "What about Rory's?"

"Fuck no. New York is four hours away. And it's a Friday night, so there'll be traffic. Plus, parking's a mess in the city."

"So we have no choice but to go inside?"

"There is no way in hell that I am going inside."

"They're not going to bite you!"

"Yeah, they're probably too busy biting each other."

"Georgie! Gross."

"Can't we stay at your dorm?" she ignored Will's squeamishness.

"Can't. They closed today at 2 pm."

Georgie let out a deep sigh. "Augh. Okay fine. Let's just get this over with."

"Honey!" Rory called as she walked in the door. "I'm home!""I'm in here, Ricardo," Logan answered back. She found him in the kitchen, sitting on the tiled island eating a sandwich.

"You have mayo on the side of your mouth," she said, setting her bag down next to him.

"Oh could you get it for me, please, Ace."

She wiped the white sauce off of his cheek. "Why are you eating a sandwich, anyways?"

"I figured I'd give Summer the day off since Honor's got the kids. I'd also figured that you'd be home before me, but you weren't. So I had to make my own sandwich."

"What a sad, poor plight."

"Eh, it could have been worse."

"You could have had to actually go out and buy the mayonnaise and the tomatoes and the lettuce and the cheese?"

"Exactly. See, this is why I love you! You completely understand me."

"You love me because I cook for you," she said, walking over to the sink to wash her hands.

"As any good wife does. You know I'm crap in the kitchen." He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck.

"I distinctly remember," she shivered as he made his way down her neck. "You saying that you could be the cook for the two of us. That first night when we moved in here, when I was nervous."

"Well, I had to impress you somehow, didn't I?"

"You would think the good looks, the charm, and the money would do that for you."

"One can only hope. But it takes more than that to impress you, Mrs. Huntzberger."

It had been a long time since he'd called her that as a term of endearment, instead of as a title. Whenever they went to any type of gathering, she was always introduced as "Mrs. Huntzberger." But Logan hadn't called her that in a long time.

She turned around to face him and pushed him back so she wasn't cornered by the kitchen sink and the counter anymore. "I have to tell you something."

He blinked at her sudden seriousness. "What's wrong, Rory?"

She wasn't sure what it was, the way the light was hitting him, or the smile on his face, or that look in his eye that meant that he genuinely believed every word he was saying to her, as stupid as they were, but she just blurted it out. "I'm pregnant."

"You're-," he blinked again. "What?"

"I'm pregnant. With child. There's a bun in my oven. We're having a baby."

"A baby."

"A baby."

"The kind with the ten tiny fingers and the ten tiny toes? Like the three we already have?"

"Do you need to sit down?"

"Yeah." Of all things, he somehow managed to pull himself back onto the kitchen island. "I'm going to be a dad again," Logan murmured breathlessly.

"To be fair, you've been a dad since Lydia was born, but that's only if you're being technical. I didn't think you were being technical, but maybe you are, and I'm sorry for bursting your bubble-"

"Ace. Rory. We're going to have a baby!"

This time, when she looked up at him, he was grinning. It was a smile that lit up his face, a true, genuine, Logan-smile, the likes of which she hadn't seen in about a day.

But somehow this one was brighter.

"We're going to have a baby!"

A/N: YEAH, SO SHE'S PREGNANT. WHATWHATWHATOHMYGOD. Yeah! I know the people who voted against it were larger in number, but dude. I'm the author and this has been planned since chapter five of TCR. Anyways!

Happy New Year! Watch Downton Abbey. :D