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A/N: I know it has been a bit, sorry, it has been a busy week. I don't feel like this chapter is complete, but it is late and I am tired and I am not writing anymore tonight, so I thought I would at least give you what I worked on so far. Chapter 18 will pick up right were this one leaves off. I should be able to get it posted tomorrow. I am going out of town this weekend though, so the next update after that won't be until Sunday Night.

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Chapter 17

Rory was nervous as she made her way to Stars Hollow. She had not been there since the day that she told her mom she was pregnant and they fought; she also hadn't talked to her mom since that day. She hated fighting with her, she really did; growing up, her mom had been her best friend, her person, but any time she had shown any interest in society life, her mom had not supported it. She thought back to when she was in High School and her and her grandfather first started getting close; her mom had been so unbelievably jealous and started a fight with her. Then there was the whole Yale thing, her mom had made such a big deal any time her grandparents had tried to persuade her to go to Yale or help her with the connections they had; looking back, she could see how selfish her mother was being. Basically, any time she had done anything that her mother didn't agree with, she gave her the cold shoulder and froze her out. Now though, now Rory was an adult and she was going to be a mother herself; and she was happy with Logan, they were going to be married and be a family; something she never really had growing up.

So here she was, taking the first step; she was heading to Stars Hollow to tell her mom about the engagement and the fact that she was having twins and hopefully this time Lorelai would be happy for her; or at least pretend, although knowing her mother, that wasn't likely. Lorelai was far more like Emily than she would ever care to admit; she wasn't one to hide her true feelings, and she didn't like when things did not go her way.

Rory pulled into the driveway of her childhood home; it had changed over the years with the extension of the upstairs and the fresh paint, but it still had that same feeling, the same familiarity that home has. She had missed it, she had missed this crazy town and all the wonderful people in it.

She parked her SUV behind a Jeep that looked like a newer version of her mom's old Jeep; she assumed that the old Jeep finally died and Luke had convinced her mom to get a new one. Rory took a deep breath before she got out and made her way to the porch; it had snowed recently and there were a few inches on the ground, but Luke had cleared a nice path from the driveway to the front porch and she could see the remnants of the salt he had put down on the steps and walkway. She climbed the three stairs to the large wraparound porch where she had spent many nights sitting in the very chairs that were sitting there, talking with her mom and figuring out life together. It made her sad to think about how much things had changed; but that is why she was here, she was here to extend an olive branch, to try and make amends. She started to just walk in, but then changed her mind and instead rang the doorbell; it felt wrong, but at the same time, where they were in their relationship, it would not feel right just walking in; this wasn't home anymore.

Lorelai opened the door and was shocked to see her daughter standing in front of her; she noticed how big she had gotten and took in the designer maternity clothes and expensive winter boots her daughter was wearing; she barely recognized her. "Rory, hey, um I wasn't expecting you." Lorelai stumbled out, unsure of what she was supposed to say; a big part of her just wanted to reach out to her daughter and say she was sorry, that she had been a jerk and could they please just move past it and start a new chapter; but the stubborn side of her, the Gilmore side if you would, just wouldn't let her. That side was keeping her rooted and just staring at her daughter, who was very pregnant and had a very large diamond on her left hand. Lorelai looked from her daughter's left hand to her face, and gave her a questioning look. "Come on in." She stepped aside and allowed Rory to walk into the house.

Not much had changed in the house; although she wasn't sure why she would expect it to, it had only been a few months since she had been here, but so much had happened that it felt like so much more time had passed. "Thanks. I am not staying long. I just wanted to stop by and let you know that Logan and I are getting married. I wanted you to hear it from me first and not through the rumor mill. I know Grandma wouldn't do that to me and tell you before I got a chance, at least not on purpose, but she and Shira will probably be putting the announcement in the paper soon and I just wanted you to hear it from me." There, she had said it. It wasn't the perfect way to tell her, but she also knew if she didn't just say it, the awkward conversation and visit would just draw out; plus it was kind of hard to miss the giant diamond ring on her left hand and she hadn't thought about wearing gloves.

"Oh, I see." That was all she could say. She didn't know what to say. Her daughter just announced her engagement to Logan Huntzberger, the heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country, in her front entryway; without taking off her jacket or sitting down or anything, just blurted it out; and she couldn't find it in herself to be happy for her. The Rory standing in front of her was not her Rory, she was not the girl that she had raised and tried to keep out of high society, she was not the girl that was supposed to do great things in journalism and be an overseas correspondent; she was a stranger to her. How had her daughter become a stranger to her in only a few months?

"That's it? You have nothing else to say?" Rory was frustrated. She knew that the way she told her wasn't exactly ideal, she knew her mother wasn't going to approve, but to actually see with her own two eyes that her mother was not happy for her that she was marrying the love of her life was a bit too much for her to handle right now.

"I don't know what you want me to say Rory. You know how I feel about the situation; that hasn't changed." Lorelai heard the words coming out of her mouth and she couldn't stop it, she was angry at herself instantly for saying something like that to her daughter when she was announcing her engagement; but at the same time, it was how she felt and she couldn't make herself lie about it. She didn't like Logan; she didn't like his family, or anything that he stood for. She didn't want her daughter to be some high society wife, going to luncheons and DAR meetings, raising her children with expectations of taking over HPG or working at the insurance company. That was everything she had ran away from, everything she had tried to keep Rory from; yet here they were full circle, Rory was running full speed towards everything that she had run full speed away from.

"I'm sorry you feel that way mom; but Logan is the love of my life, we are happy! He makes me so unbelievably happy, and despite everything over the last 10 or so years, we made our way back to each other; we are going to be a family! We are going to raise our twins in a loving family where they have a mom and a dad that love them more than anything. Maybe he will take over HPG or may she will; I don't know, maybe they will both want to work there; but the world is their oyster! They are going to grow up with everything they need, the best of everything; the best schools, an amazing house, the same house that you grew up in, any extra curricular that they want to participate in will be there for them to try, any musical instrument or voice lessons if they want to sing; whatever they need, they will have it. They won't have to struggle, they won't have to keep quiet about what they really want to do because they know that their mom can't afford it and they won't have to think about the fact that even though the rest of their family has money to make their life better and easier, their mom is too proud to ask for help. My children will have a wonderful life, and while I would love for you to be a part of it, if this is how you are going to be, then I don't want you there."

With that Rory turned around and walked to the door. Lorelai wanted to say something, she wanted to tell her to stop, to come back and talk about it; but she just stood there and watched her daughter walk away, saying nothing. Rory's words sunk in; the last part especially. She had never realized that Rory held that much resentment in for the way she was raised, she had always thought that she had done the right thing by running away; but now, now she wasn't so sure. Those last few lines changed the way she looked at Rory's childhood and made her question, for the first time, the decision she had made 32 years ago; by the time she opened her mouth to say something, Rory was already gone.