Hi! Love, Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls!
Yay! An update! I am VERY excited about this story again, but I'm really busy with my internship and what not, so updates will still be sporadic...sorry!!
I'm eager to find out what you all think of this story, so don't forget to REVIEW. And how excited are you guys that the new tv season has started? Okay, no gilmore girls anymore, but I am loving Gossip Girl!! Yay!Oh, and in this chapter Rory has her sonogram, so let me know if you want to find out the sex of the baby - I can incorporate that. Happy Reading!
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Rory and Logan entered their apartment in silence. It was definitely awkward, since there was seldom silence between them, and they rarely fought.
"So, uh…" Logan tried to break the ice.
"Yeah," Rory yawned, "I think I'm just going to bed…" She smartly stepped away from him and headed towards the bedroom.
"Okay," Logan sighed defeated.
She stopped, looked over her shoulder, at him and determined that he looked sad, cute, but sad. And, she hated seeing him like that. She couldn't be mad at him; it wasn't his fault that Emily and Shira were wackjobs and since she had stopped talking to him; how could he fix it if he did not know what was going on?
She slowly walked back towards him, threw her arms around his neck, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "Okay," she said softly, and shot him a small smile that said, "I'm sorry."
"Go to bed," he kissed her forehead lightly, "I'll be in soon."
Rory decided to wait until he got to bed to open up and discuss her feelings of jealously, and insecurities about her job loss, his new job, Mitchum's role in that and her impending motherhood. Unfortunately, after about twenty minutes she heard his cell ring and that could only mean one thing: Mitchum. She sighed heavily as she pulled up the covers and waited for sleep to come. Sure enough, it was well past midnight when Logan finally came to bed.
"Morning," she yawned groggily as she padded her way over to the kitchen. Absentmindedly she reached for the coffeepot.
"What are you doing?" Logan asked concerned.
"Getting coffee," Rory stated the obvious, "Want some?"
"No," he said firmly, "And you know you can't have that, even though it's stopped making you sick! Your are pregnant!"
"Oh yeah," she mumbled and placed the empty coffeepot back as he handed her some juice and a doughnut, and waited for her to wake up.
A few minutes later she was wide awake and talking about the doughnut, "Thanks for going out and getting these! They are awesome!"
"No problem," Logan smirked as he packed his briefcase.
"Hey," Rory said suddenly, "Did I try to make coffee this morning?"
"Yeah," Logan smiled, "I stopped you though,"
"Gah," she bawled her fist in mock-frustration. "Five and a half more months….."
"We'll make it," he nodded encouragingly.
"We?"she asked incredulously. "You've been sneaking coffee at work – don't think I don't know," she teased him playfully.
"Alright, I confess," he yelled as he threw his hands up dramatically.
Rory laughed, though her laughter quickly faded as she realized he needed to go to work. "So, big day at the office?" she inquired.
"Yeah, Dad called last night…" he started off enthusiastically, but Rory interrupted with an icy "I know," paired with a pointed look.
"I'm sorry," he was quick to apologize, "I hope you didn't wait up,"
"Nope," she lied, though her cold tone remained unnoticed by her husband.
"Oh, good since Mitchum, Milton and I were in a conference call until late…." She smiled wryly as she listened to his story about how they were planning to makeover some online magazine, and something about a meeting on Thursday.
This caught her attention.
"This Thursday?"
"Yeah, why?" Logan asked, as he shoved his laptop into its case.
"Uh, the sonogram?" she said
"Oh, shit!" Logan exclaimed as he set down his laptop case. "I… I don't know how I could forget!'
"Uh, well," Rory stuttered in disbelief, "I..I guess I could go alone…"
"No, no, I'll juggle some things in my schedule," he said hastily.
"I'll be there – I promise!" He quickly whipped out his sidekick, and pressed a few buttons, "Okay, I definitely won't forget now," he assured her. Then, he swung his laptop bag over his shoulder, grabbed his briefcase, placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and headed for the door.
"Don't worry, Ace, I've got it covered! Have fun today!" And, with that, he was out the door.
Rory stared down at her empty glass, baffled. How exactly can one forget ones first child's sonogram? She didn't know, and she definitely didn't like the fact that her husband forget. She still had not been able to talk to him about her feelings, and this was just another point on the con list, another Mitchum affiliated irritation.
Absentmindedly she picked up the phone and dialed her mother's number.
"Dragonfly Inn, rated 3rd best small Inn in the US according to Travel Magazine. Michel speaking, how may I help you this fine, fine morning?"
"Wow," Rory smiled, "That's some introduction – Mom makes you say that?"
"Shoot me," Michel deadpanned.
"Oh, Michel," she sighed, "Mom's just proud – next week you'll be back to your same old boring greeting, enjoy it while you can…"
"Pregnant women are so annoying," Micheal said in his heavily accented tone. "Here is your mother now. Goodbye."
"Hey Sweets, what's up?" Lorelai's chipper voice said through the phone.
"Logan forgot our sonogram appointment!" Rory practically screamed.
"What do you mean, forgot?" Lorelai asked back, not totally understanding what was happening, "I thought it wasn't until Thursday?"
"It is, but he scheduled something for something and now he has to quote juggle some things in his schedule unquote to fit me, the baby and the appointment in!"
"Something for something, huh," Lorelai laughed at her daughters explanation.
"Mom!"
"I'm sorry, honey." Lorelai apologized, and got serious, "I don't know what to say! I thought you talked?"
"I know, I wanted to…" she paused, "Grandma's lunch thing was really bad, but Logan's golf game with Grandpa and the devil was apparently really good…. "
"So what happened?"
"Well, Grandma wanted me to rejoin the DAR since I'm, you know, unemployed. And Logan thought it was a good idea since - due to a mental instability- I joined in college! I added the part about mental instability – he thinks I was totally sane"
"I know, you are not a DAR chick. So…." Lorelai waited for her daughter to continue.
"I said I also did 360 hours of community service in college – and I wasn't about to do that again, either!" She exasperated.
"I would hope not! Geez, your pregnant, you don't want to have criminals influence your unborn love child!" Lorelai joked again.
"Hey, not everyone that does community service is a criminal!" Rory retorted.
"Well, kid, you did steal a yacht!" Lorelai said with a grin.
"Okay, I did," she relented, "but back to the point. Logan and I fought!"
"So, did you make up? No naked details please!"
"Mom!" Rory exclaimed, but continued anyway, "Well, last night I felt bad, so I wanted to talk to him about it before we went to bed, but then Mitchum called and he was up talking until late….I fell asleep and then this morning he goes and forgets our damn appointment!"
"Ah, honey. I'm sorry!" Lorelai said sympathetically.
"Yeah, me too."
It remained silent as the Gilmore girls each privately analyzed the situation.
"Mom…" There was a hint of desperation in Rory's tone.
"I know, kid. But look, he's just started this new job and everything. He's not as organized as you…. Just, just give him the benefit of the doubt. You both have to adjust to the situation."
"I know," Rory sighed.
"And talk to him tonight, okay?" Lorelai pressed.
"I will," the Gilmore daughter remained silent, waiting for another piece of motherly advice, instead she got,
"And, if he doesn't show up to that appointment, I'll kick his ass!"
"Thanks, Mom...oh, by the way," Rory asked, "What's up with the wedding re-enactment?"
"Oh yes," Lorelai said excitedly, "Taylor called it off!"
"What?" Rory was elated, "What? Why? How?"
"Well," Lorelai explained slowly, dragging out the suspense, "I went over there with the wedding book, and all the research Logan and I did for your wedding. You know, the castle, the dress, the jewelry, the food…."
"Yeah?"
"And, Taylor looked at the costs…"
"Yeah?"
"And he decided that we could trim a few things…"
"But?"
"I said it would be unethical. I mean, what kind of a re-enactment would it be if it wasn't exactly re-renacted?"
"Good point."
"I know!" Lorelai laughed, "So, then he decided it would be much too expensive and he called it off!"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously, McDaughter, Seriously!"
"We've got to stop watching Greys' Anatomy on Lifetime!" Rory laughed.
"But, Mc007 did the McNasty with the McIzzie and cheated on his McRumored-to-be-lesbian-in-the-new-season-wife!"
"Mom" Rory rolled her eyes.
"It's a joke, kid!" Lorelai said sarcastically, "Lighten up!"
That caused a heartfelt laugh from Rory and she and her mother hung up laughing.
Staying true to her vow of 'no-more lazy days', Rory jumped in the shower, slipped on her sweats, since she and Logan still needed to go maternity clothes shopping and decided to hit the Met.
'Got some lasagna for dinner from Pasta Palooza for dinner!'
Rory hit send on the text to her husband, tossed her phone on the side table and turned on the TV. She was exhausted, she spent a good part of the morning at the Met, then she decided to walk in the Park, eat some ice-cream and run some errands since she hadn't done any shopping in as long as she could remember. The lasagna smelled delicious and she had mastered making cheesy garlic bread. It would be the perfect meal to talk to Logan.
Her phone lit up, indicating a text message.
"Ace, better start without me. Sorry, but I'm in a meeting until 7.30…. I'll make it up to you, Willy Wonka tonight?"
Frustrated, she snapped her phone closed without responding to his text. She had a good day, and didn't want to let this get her down. She focused all of her attention on the television and surfed the channels until she found 'Dodgeball.' It was perfect, hilarious and a plot so thin it was see-through. She quickly popped some popcorn and filled a bowl with m&m's and settled in.
The next morning she awoke in her bed, though she had no recollection of actually getting there. As she padded over to the bathroom, she vaguely remembered Logan waking her up and putting her in bed.
"Morning," she mumbled as she took the glass of juice he was holding out for her, "Thanks."
"No problem," he said, and as soon as he knew she was fully awake he apologized for missing out on dinner again.
"Don't worry about it," she swallowed. He should worry about it! Her heart was saying, but she didn't want to get into the whole mess now.
"The doctor's appointment is at eleven, I have a meeting until 10:45, but the office is close so I should make it. But you'll have to order a car, or get a cab to the hospital…"
"That's fine," Rory said honestly, at this point she was glad he was not trying to back out. "See you there," and kissed him lightly before he was out the door.
"Rory Huntzberger," the middle-aged nurse read from her chart, "Mrs. Huntzberger?"
"That's me," Rory said from her white plastic seat in the OBGYN's waiting area. "Uh, my husband isn't here yet…."
"Honey," the nurse said in a thick New York accent, "Your appointment was scheduled at 11 – it's quarter to twelve now! Now, I can't help that we are running late this morning, but I'm not holding it up any longer for your husband – I don't care what your last name is. If he can't get his sorry ass here on time, well…."
Rory stared angrily at the nurse and opened her mouth to say something, defend Logan, but the nurse beat her to it. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm going through a tough time – found out my husband was cheating on me with some hussy in Brooklyn…"she threw her hands up in frustration.
"Ouch," Rory said sympathetically, "I'm sorry."
"Men!"The nurse cried bitterly as she lead Rory to the examination room door, "I'll send your man through when he shows up."
"If," Rory mumbled under her breath, as the nurse shut the door behind her.
"There's the heartbeat," Doctor Malone pointed out on the tiny screen. "There your baby's head, and there are it's feet…"
'Oh, wow,' Rory kept her gaze fixed on the screen; mesmerized. She was looking at her baby, a living creature that was inside her. She really was overcome with emotion.
"So…" the doctor sighed.
"What?" Rory asked, suddenly concerned. "Is everything okay? It's got to be okay, right?"
Malone smiled sincerely, "Everything is perfect…I just wanted to know if you want to know the sex of your baby…."
"Oh," Rory blushed, slightly embarrassed by her tiny outburst. "Well, my husband and I haven't really talked about it…"
"Well, I can tell you know if you want to know. Your husband won't know what you don't tell him," he winked.
"I hear what you're saying," Rory laughed. "Actually, I would like to know…"
Rory stood on the streets of New York, trying to catch a cab. She should have been angry with Logan, but she had been on cloud nine ever since she heard her baby's heartbeat. That all changed though when she spotted a blond haired man running down the sidewalk: Logan.
"Ace," he panted, "I'm…so…sorry! I …."
"Save it, Logan," she spat, "I just knew you wouldn't be here on time! And the kicker is – the appointment ran 45 minutes late!"
"I know, I know," he tried to explain, "but the meeting…."
"Sure," she said sarcastically, "The meeting. I get it. That is more important than your wife and your child. That's fine."
"Ace!" Logan was appalled by her insinuation.
"What?" she asked innocently and looked at him. "Isn't that the truth?" She didn't wait for his reply, and whipped her head towards the busy street, "Taxi!"
"Rory, seriously now…"
'I don't want to hear it.' She stated simply, as she opened the cab door and got in. "I'll see you whenever." And with that she shut the cab door and sped off to god knows where, leaving a terribly guilty Logan behind.
That afternoon Logan had flowers and bon bon's delivered, but he couldn't buy Rory's forgiveness that easily. He knew better than that, and that's why he brought home two of her favorite take-out meals.
"Hey," he said as he entered the apartment, but she didn't acknowledge him. Instead, she turned up the volume on the lifetime movie she was watching.
"I see you got the flowers, and candy," he stated loudly so she would hear him over the television.
Suddenly, she turned off the movie, and stared at him piercingly. After long consideration, she finally said, "Yes, I did."
"Look, Rory, I am really sorry…."
"As you should be," she warned.
"I know, I know…" he sighed, "I screwed up…the…"
"Meeting," Rory rolled her eyes, "I've heard it before!"
He remained silent as he looked at her like a five-year-old child that was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Really, what could he say?
"Logan," she sighed, "You have got to decide now what your priorities are. I know you a psyched about this job. But consider this, where do I come into play? And the baby? What about him, or her?"
"You didn't find out the sex?" Logan asked incredulously, ignoring her other question.
"I didn't want to know," she lied. Of course she knew, but she wanted to punish him. It was wrong, but at the same time she liked having this power over him.
"And, besides," she continued, "That's not the point. The baby is healthy."
"Good," Logan sighed a breath of relief. "I am really sorry. And, you are my number one priorty. The baby , too," he somewhat unconvincingly reassured her.
"Good," she smiled wryly. She was tired of this conversation. She knew in the back of her mind that this would be the perfect time to lay out all of her problems, but she was exhausted. Tomorrow, or over the weekend would be good.
He walked over and kissed her on the lips, "We good?"he asked as they pulled apart.
She smacked her lips as she thought about his question. "Yeah," she finally said and kissed him back.
They enjoyed their take-out meal. They talked. Well, Logan mostly talked and Rory listened. She tried to be a supportive wife, and listen to his every word about work, but honestly it was almost too much for her to bear. Luckily, Logan noticed and swiftly changed the subject.
"Hey," he said, "What about we go maternity clothes shopping Saturday, and have dinner at Seventy Eight?"
"Seventy Eight!" she exclaimed, "That's where we went to dinner when you gave me the Birkenbag!'
"I remember,"
"The burgers are the best!" They said simultaneously.
"Okay," she nodded eagerly, "Sounds like a plan!"
"Good," he smiled, as he stood up and scooped some more fried rice on her plate.
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