10. The Mysterious Father

(Rory's POV)

After I had feed Noah, he fell asleep. He looked like an angel while sleeping. I watched him sleep for a while before going back to bed and turning on TV. I was watching some re-runs when the door burst open and my grandma rushed in. Grandpa followed her with a slower speed.

"Hello, Rory. How are you?" Grandma asked politely.

"I'm fine, grandma." I answered.

"I'm sorry that we couldn't come earlier but we were out of town." She apologized.

"It's fine. Mom has been here with me." I said. I hadn't missed my grandma hustling around the last few days.

While we talked, my grandpa had walked to Noah's bassinet.

"He looks good, Rory. Congratulations!" He said.

"Thank you, grandpa." I said.

"Does he have a name?" He asked.

"He's name is Noah Matthew." I told him.

"It's a nice name." He stated.

Grandma went to see Noah too. "He doesn't look a lot like you." She commented.

"He looks a lot like his father but he does have my blue eyes." I said.

"The mysterious father. I can't understand why you can't tell us who he is." Grandma said.

"Emily, stop it." Grandpa tried.

"The right thing to do would be to marry the father. This child needs a father." Grandma insisted.

"Emily, it's not our decision. Rory will do what she thinks is for the best for her and for her son." Grandpa said emphatically.

"Living in a nuclear family is for the best of the baby." Grandma almost yelled which woke Noah up.

As soon as he let out a cry I jumped out of the bed and hurried to take him into my arms.

I rocket him in my arms. "Shhh. Don't cry, baby boy. Mommy is here." I told him and soon he calmed down but didn't fall back to sleep.

I turned to my grandparents. "I would appreciate for you not disturb my son's sleep. I can tell you who the father is but I'm not going to marry him."

"You should at least consider it." Grandma wouldn't give up.

"Stop that, grandma. You can't force me into anything I don't want. If you want a relationship with your great-grandson you will have to accept my decision. Noah will have a father." I told her.

"Who is this mysterious father?" Grandma asked the same time as Logan walked into room.

"Am I interrupting something?" He asked.

"Not at all. Come in. Is good to see you, Logan." Grandpa said and shook Logan's hand.

"It's good to see you too, Richard. You too, Emily." Logan said.

"What brings you here?" Grandma asked.

Before Logan got a chance to answer I jump in. "Like I was just going to tell you, Logan is Noah's father."

Logan looked me strangely but didn't say anything. He probably thought that my grandparents would have already known that he's the father.

"Well that's nice." Grandpa said. "I think we should get going. We come back some other day."

I was thankful for grandpa for taking grandma away. I loved her but sometimes she's just too nosy.

"I'll show you out." I said and turned to Logan. "Could you take Noah?"

"Sure." He answered and took the baby from me.

My grandparents said their goodbyes to Logan and we left the room.

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(Logan's POV)

After Rory and her grandparents left I sat down with Noah in my lap. I couldn't help but wonder why Rory hadn't told her grandparents that I was the father of her child. Was she ashamed of me?

I looked down the little boy in my arms and couldn't help but think how in earth I could leave him and go back to San Francisco. I heard Rory enter to room. She sat next to me.

"You must wonder why they didn't know that you're Noah's father until now. I didn't tell many people about it. Only my mom, Lane, Luke and Finn knew. I wanted to tell people but only after I had talked to you. I tried so hard to reach you without luck. Now that you're here, there's no reason for hiding your paternity anymore and I'm not going to do that."

"When did you and Finn become such good friends?" I asked. I had wanted to know how Finn fits into this whole situation. Even I hadn't met him regularly after I graduated from college. I couldn't help but wonder if he and Rory had something going on.

"After my graduation I got a job. I was supposed to follow Barrack Obama around as long as he did his campaign tour. After over one month of being on the road I started suspect that I was pregnant. I did the test when I was at Washington. It was positive and I freaked out. I wandered around of the city in state of panic and happened to barge into Finn. I broke down in front of him. I ended up telling him everything and he comforted me. Since then he has been a very good friend to me but nothing more than a friend, if you wonder that." She explained.

"Okay. Are you still working with the campaign tour?" I asked.

Rory chuckled a little. "No. Being constantly on the road while being pregnant isn't a good idea. I quit soon after I found out I was pregnant. I moved back to my mom's house and worked part time in a small local paper in Stars Hollow."

"You still live in Stars Hollow?"

"Yeah. I don't have a lot of money so living with my mom is a cheap option and I didn't want to be alone during the pregnancy." Rory said. "Why did you disappear completely after the break up?"

"I felt like everything I tried in this side of the country failed. Working for my dad ended up with me loosing tons of money and our relationship ended. I thought it would be easier to start over if I cut all the connections to my former life." I explained.

"I didn't mean to mess up with your new life." She said quietly.

"This isn't your fault. It took two to get you pregnant. And I don't regret it because this little boy here is the greatest thing ever happened to me." I assured her.

We sat quietly for a while before I spoke again. "I'm going to tell my parents about Noah today."

Rory looked at me and I could see a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Hey, they can't do anything even if they don't like this. I just don't want to hide the fact that I have a son so it's better that they hear it from me than from somewhere else."

"It's probably a good idea. My grandma might tell them if you don't."

I looked at Noah and realized that he had fallen asleep in my arms. I just hoped that he would never think of me the same way I think of my parents.