"Mom! Are you here?" The petite brunette slammed into the kitchen of the Inn startling the temporary chef who was busy putting together a tray of cold sandwiches, "Sorry!" She exclaimed, try to help pick up the sliced lettuce and chunks of soft cheese, "Have you seen my mom?"

The man in the white coat and top hat raised an eyebrow.

"Lorelai Gilmore? Yay high?" Rory tried to raise a hand slightly above her head to indicate a slightly taller version of herself, "Eyes like this?" She pointed to her own blue orbs.

"Rory!" A sing song voice piped in from the doorway, "Thanks Albert! You can just go back to making those! I am so, so SORRY for the interruption." She pulled her daughter out of the door and into the dining area where an empty table for two was lined with two cups of coffee and some fresh pastries.

"How did you know I was coming?" Rory sat down and sipped from the steaming tea cup.

Lorelai scrunched her nose grabbing a scone, "I didn't?"

Rory shrugged, "I have some news!"

"It's a girl?! Please tell me it's a girl!" Lorelai dropped the chunk of starch and leaned forward eagerly, "Can we name her Lorelai!"

"That's not for another two weeks, calm down!" Rory hushed her mother, still unsure of who knew and who didn't.

Her mother pouted, "Fine, what kind of news then? Something boring… something actually news-ish?"

"Well if you'd pipe down and let me tell you!" She rolled her eyes at her mother's constant need to fill silence, "I slept with Jess!" A giant faux smile graced her face, "Is that the weirdest thing you've ever heard?"

Her mother frowned in disgust but quickly tried to wipe it away with a smile, "Is that a good thing? Is he the father?"

"Is this how twins happen?" Rory's eyes widened.

"Not how it works sweetie…" She grabbed her daughters hand, "Fill me in! What happened here? What's going on? How did you end up…."

Rory groaned, "I don't know! He went to that appointment with me and you remember the second trimester and he just smelled so good and he was talking about books!" She felt stupid for doing it, for talking about it, and for making a big deal out of it, "He slept in my bed. The first guy to sleep in my bed and it's Jess!"

"This feels very throwback Thursday!" Lorelai stared into the wall, "So hate to circle back here but, are you two an item now?"

"I don't know what we are!" Rory's head dropped to the table and she wondered what this meant for her or for him or for them. She was not one to have a one night stand with her ex-boyfriend, it was usually a multi night stand that spanned over multiple countries and hotel rooms and usually featured a dinner other than Chinese takeout. It wasn't exactly her shining moment.

"What do you want it to mean? You know just because you're going to be a single mom doesn't mean that you don't get to do your own thing still! Just because I didn't date doesn't mean you don't get too!" Lorelai reassured her. She was surprised she was encouraging her into the hands of a guy she had spent a majority of her time hating but there was something about the idea of her having a complete little three-person unit, a shoulder to lean on in the middle of the night- it made her motherly heart a bit more comfortable. "Is that your phone?"

Rory looked up from where her head had been laying on the table to see her cell phone flashing with an unknown number. She declined the call, "I'm not going to date! I don't want to date. I don't even-," Her phone started to vibrate across the table again which she promptly declined.

"Miss popular!" Lorelai chimed.

Rory rolled her eyes, "Probably somebody trying to sell me an outdated magazine subscription!" The phone rang for the third time. She angrily answered, "Not interested!"

"Rory?" A voice on the other line that sounded all too familiar piped up.

"Logan!" She exclaimed, her mouth falling to the floor, stomach creeping into her throat, "H- Hi." It had been years of knowing him but butterflies still crept in when she heard that relaxing deep sound coming from his mouth, "What's up?"

Lorelai's hands flew in a panic, her own eyes as wide as saucers. She watched as her daughter stood from the table, understandably wanting the conversation with her baby daddy to be a bit more private.

"What's up with you Ace?" She could sense a strange atmosphere coming from his line. Was it wedding nerves? Maybe she left an accidental note that Odette stumbled upon.

"Nothing new here…." She cupped her stomach, pondering if this was really the moment to tell him.

"Where are you at?" He was acting very strange, his vague questions and direction of the conversation concerning.

"Just at the Inn visiting my mother…" She plopped onto the couch in the library and studied the book that somebody had left on the end table, "Where are you at?"

"You tell me…" His voice echoed through the phone line causing her to turn her head to the doorway.

It was hardly believable. He stood like a pillar in a sweater and khaki pants. His idea of casual. His hair fell flat like he had been wearing a hat for the past few hours and the bags under his eyes were prominent like he hadn't slept in days. She was suddenly extremely self-conscious and faint, how was she going to explain the situation that was unfolding in her midsection to the man who caused it.

"No hug?" He raised an eyebrow holding his arms out.

She paused. Frozen in her spot.

"So, you want to tell me what's up then?"

He knew.
There was no way he didn't know.
Hello nausea.