Chapter Twenty-five: Change
Christopher P.O.V.
I paced.
I waited.
I hoped.
And then I wished I could stop pacing, waiting and hoping. I was alone in the waiting room. Lorelai and Logan were in the delivery room with Rory, and Richard and Emily didn't want anything to do with me. Rory, my little girl, it felt like just a few weeks ago she was born. And now the regret comes back to haunt me, the regret that I wasn't there to take care of her, and now, she's going to have to take care of someone else. She could be ready, but she was too young to deal with it.
"Christopher, Emily, Richard?" I turned around to find Logan, face flushed, but a smile plastered across it anyways.
"Want to meet your grandkids?" He asked just me. It was the perfect movie moment. My heart was pounding, my palms started to get clammy. I could hear Emily and Richard follow me.
Rory P.O.V.
I was a mom, officially. With two kids at once, but at this point, I couldn't worry, it was almost impossible with a little baby in my arms. The other in Mom's.
"Hey, kiddo," Dad greeted me in his usual way.
"Hi Dad," I whispered. Logan came and sat on the chair next to me.
"So what are you going to name them?" Mom asked. I stared at my daughter and then at my son. Then I looked over at Logan.
"I think this one's an Emily," I whispered.
"Oh, Rory…" Grandma trailed off "I can't think of what to say."
"Grandma, I feel like I owe you so much, and I hope that you will be willing to be in my babies' lives like you were in mine."
"Of course," she smiled and a tear slid down her cheek.
"And this one," Mom placed my son in Logan's arms "is undecided."
"How about Logan?" Mom muttered.
"No, I don't want my kid named after me," he pondered "what about Allan? I've always liked that name."
"Allan it is."