A/N: Hello wonderful readers! I love summer! It allows me to just sit back and write. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I apologize in advance, it is a bit short. But I have a reason! It seemed to be a good stopping point and this way there will be three parts in the Hollow!

Another thing, I haven't gotten many reviews as of late, and not to be greedy but, man I want some long reviews! Shout out to Anna Luna for always having something fantastic to say about my story! Thank you! You too, Meg-Breanne! In fact, you know what? If you leave a decent review on this chapter, I will give you a shout out. Yes, I've come to the point of bribing. So, review!

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"Hey, sweetie!" Rory ran up to Logan and threw her arms around his neck.

He was pleasantly surprised by her welcome. "Well hello there, Ace." He leaned down and kissed her lightly. "I missed you this morning." He clicked the button on his keychain and his car beeped its reply. Logan tucked his keys in his back pocket and put his arms around her waist.

"I missed you too! But I have something to tell you." She looked down and drew imaginary circles on the driveway in front of Lorelai's house with her toe.

"Yes?" he prodded, a smirk forming on his lips. She was up to something.

Rory bit her bottom lip and looked up at him. "We are going to the town meeting tonight."

"Is that it?" He knew that couldn't be the end of it.

"No," she smiled coyly.

"Ace, what is it?"

She placed a small kiss on his lips before dropping her hands. Logan brought his hands to her hips. "You are going to tell the town you got me pregnant," she stated firmly.

He quirked an eyebrow. "Oh I am?"

"Yes. I had to tell Dad today."

He ran a hand through his hair while forcefully exhaling. "We forgot about him didn't we?"

"Yep."

"But Ace," he drew out her nickname "this is your town."

She sighed. "Fine. I'll tell them, but you owe me!"

"I am forever in your debt." He kissed her once more before taking her hand and leading her inside. They met up with Lorelai, grabbed dinner and went to the meeting.


Taylor stood at the front of the room and Patti sat next to him. When Lorelai and Luke came in, everyone turned expectantly. Lorelai spoke up. "They're coming, hold your horses."

Taylor cleared his throat. "People, people!" He banged his gavel on the podium to get their attention. "First on the docket is the issue of the weeds around the gazebo in the center of town. It seems that Kirk has fallen down the stairs and refuses to do it from now on." He sighed dramatically.

Kirk struggled to stand up on his crutches. "I almost broke my ankle!" He motioned toward his wrapped appendage. "It's a dangerous job, Taylor."

"Kirk, you fell. It isn't dangerous, you're just clumsy." Gypsy yelled from the first row. "What's your point, Taylor?"

The strange man sat down, disgruntled. Taylor sighed again. "Well someone needs to do it."

"Why can't you do it?" Babbette asked from the back.

"Yeah, Taylor!" Lorelai interjected, shaking her Luke's bag at him. Oh, how she loved egging him on. Luke elbowed her, resulting in a quiet giggle from the Gilmore.

"I have things to do, people. I can't just take time off to weed! If no one will volunteer..." He was interrupted by Rory and Logan opening the door. "Why it seems we have some volunteers!"

"What?" Rory asked. She'd really wanted to just slip in the back unnoticed.

"Leave the poor things alone, Taylor." Miss Patti scolded. "Hi darling!"

Rory waved to thank her and took a seat in the back with Logan following her. Every single head turned to look at the couple.

Taylor banged his gavel again. "Nice of you to join us, Rory and, erm, I don't believe I've met you young man."

"Logan," he offered.

"Ah, yes, Logan. Now, there are some things that have been brought to my attention." Rory rolled her eyes.

"Here it comes," she whispered to Logan.

"Rumor has it you turned down coffee this afternoon. Normally, I would commend you on your healthy choice, but some have said you might be ill. Do you have a comment?"

She squeezed Logan's hand as she stood up, still keeping a firm grip. "Yes, actually I do have something to tell you."

"Rory, I must remind you that if you have a full statement..." He was cut off by Patti.

"Taylor, shut up and let the girl talk."

Taylor dramatically flipped the gavel over his shoulder and slumped onto the podium. "Why do I even try?" he huffed before motioning for Rory to continue.

Rory took a deep breath and spoke. "Thank you Miss Patti. Yes, I do have something to tell you all." Logan squeezed her hand encouragingly. "I'm pregnant." She smiled nervously, waiting for the town's reaction.

Every woman in the room cooed and clapped. They bombarded her with questions but Lorelai whistled loudly which turned all attention to her. "I know you all want to ask her questions right now, but she is a bit tired, so let's just keep on with the meeting. You can stop by the house tomorrow, she will be around, right?" Rory nodded.

Logan stood up next to his girlfriend. "I just want you to know, since you guys are like her family and are very important to her, I'm going to eventually marry her. We're moving in together."

"I knew I liked him," Babbette said, seeing as she never seemed to be able to whisper.

Taylor had picked up his gavel by then and once again brought it down on the podium with a bit of force. "People! Congratulations, Rory, but I think your mother is right; we should get back to the meeting. Did we decide anything in regard to the weeds?"

"Yeah, you're going to take care of them. All in favor of Taylor weeding the gazebo say 'I.'" Luke called from the back.

An overwhelming amount of "I"s filled the room. Lorelai smiled. "I'm proud of my boy." She patted his leg. He put his hand on top of hers and the two sat like that for the remainder of the meeting.

"Fine," Taylor conceded. "Moving onto the next topic: the benches in the park need a good painting."


The Gilmores and their significant others were the last to leave the meeting. Taylor had seemed to go on for hours, and by the last seven times Luke checked his watch, he did. Lorelai and Rory had fallen asleep on the men before the end.

Logan cleared his throat to get Luke's attention, but not wake the sleeping figure on his lap. "What?" Luke answered gruffly. He wasn't so sure about Logan.

"Hey, look, I know you don't like me, you've made it quite apparent. But here's the thing, I'm in Rory's life now and we are going to have a child together. I realize I have some growing up to do, but I'm willing to change for her."

Luke looked around. What a strange place to have a heart to heart with this guy. I suppose I should talk to him. Wait. Why the hell am I having a heart to heart with him anyway? If he hurts Rory, I'm going to kill him. "If you hurt Rory, I'm going to kill you."

"Get in line," Logan chuckled.

"What?" Luke asked, baffled. He was sure he had used his "threatening voice" as Loreali called it.

"Look, the point is I wouldn't dream of hurting her. I really love her, Luke."

He hemmed appropriately. "We should get them home." Luke said after a moment.

"Yeah, she's been really tired lately."

"Mashed potatoes," Luke stated.

"Mashed potatoes?" Logan repeated.

"Yeah, Rory likes mashed potatoes when she gets sick. She has ever since she was little."

Logan twirled a piece of Rory's raven hair around his finger, thoughtfully. "Thanks, I will keep that in mind."

"Is she drinking coffee?"

"Only one cup a day, it was the best I could do."

Luke shook his head. "Those Gilmore girls and their coffee."

"Hard not to love them." He smirked.

"True." Lorelai stirred against Luke's shoulder. "Okay, we should get them home." They picked up their respective Gilmore and carried them home. Rory snuggled into Logan's arms and Lorelai threw her arms around Luke's neck. When they arrived, Luke put Lorelai in her bed.

"Stay," she whispered.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't try to wake you up."

"Stay," she said, a bit louder. The diner owner complied, slipping off his shoes and sliding into bed with her.

Logan gently set Rory down on her bed in her old room. He pulled off his shoes and socks.

"Oh man, did I fall asleep?"

"Yep, about twenty minutes into Taylor's rant about mailboxes."

She yawned before smiling. "You carried me home." He nodded into the dim room before taking his shirt off. He haphazardly threw it onto a desk, knocking something over in the process. Rory winced at the sound of metal hitting the wood floor. "My love rocket!" She darted out of bed and picked up the model rocket, dusted it off, and placed it back on the desk.

"You still have that?" Logan asked incredulously.

She brought a hand to her heart. "Of course I still have it! It's our love rocket!" He smirked before picking her up and twirling her around the room, landing them on her bed.

"I love you, Rory Gilmore." He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She smiled before running a hand through his messy, thick hair.

"I love you too, Logan Huntzberger."

The two curled up together and slept on Rory's twin bed for the remainder of the night.