He grabbed her hair as she leaned over the trash can that was conveniently located near her. It reminded her of the college parties where she drank a little too much and he made sure to keep every lock of brunette clean and organized in the face of those wicked hangovers.

"I'm so sorry…" She spits, trying to get the taste out of her mouth, "That happens sometimes…." She pulled away from him, composing herself, smoothing her shirt over her figure.

His eyes couldn't help but stare, vacantly as he examined the giant elephant in the room. She could sense anger in the way his brow furrowed and his upper lip curled. She hadn't seen this reaction often but when she did it always ended in a screaming match. It wasn't ideal to duke it out in the middle of her mother's inn but desperate times.

"Were you not going to tell me?" He challenged, his fist clenching.

"Tell you what?" She played dumb, "How do you know this is yours?" Wow that was really dumb, "I just didn't want to ruin your wedding to Odette over this!"

"Over this?" He laughed out loud, "Over this Rory? Are you kidding me?" He couldn't believe his ears, "This is exactly what you ruin weddings for!"

"How did you find out?" She was getting emotional, tears of frustration welling in her eyes, arms crossed across her chest as she tried to sink into herself.

"Your Grandma was at a party with my mom and it got brought up. Word got back that you were single and pregnant- the true talk of the highbrow society! I figured our timeline if I counted back lands with me being the father unless you were sleeping with a multitude of other guys?"

"Maybe I was!" He knew she wasn't, "But I'm not even sure I'm keeping it!"

"It?" He cracked a smile, "You don't know the gender yet? When do we find out?"

Was that a twinkle in his eyes? It made her heart lurch the way he suggested we instead of just she, "Soon! I go to the doctor every other week…." She reached into her bag, digging through debris until she found her wallet.

"What are you giving me money to leave?" He chuckled, trying to lighten the tense mood. She ignored the ill attempt instead pulling an ultrasound picture out and passing it off. He gripped it with his life, examining the blur, wondering how these two ever got here. She felt the same way every time she looked down and started losing inches of her toes to her belly. His eyes glanced up, "Can I keep this?" It was his first moment of it, of this. She had been living in it and he had barely had twenty-four hours to process it.

At first, he didn't believe that Rory would hide something so huge and life changing. At least not from him, they maintained that respect level through college and well into adult hood. After denial, came anger and resentment. If she didn't want him to be a part of it then he wouldn't be! Her loss. He could never hold onto that feeling though, eager to be a part of something bigger, something like this. Step three was hopping on the first plane to New York and taking two buses, a taxi, and a weird tricycle ride from one of the local colors just to get to her front door.

She nodded, "I have more at home that I can show you- if you want…" She wondered what he would think of her shitty two bedroom above the pharmacy filled with half put together furniture and scattered black and white images.

"Any of those ones where you can see all of the little features really clearly?" His eyes refused to leave the image, entranced.

"Um not yet!" Rory wasn't exactly up on what people who were expecting did and to be honest, a specific picture of the thing growing inside of you seemed super creepy and way to personal for her liking.

He grumbled, "We're going to have to get you booked for that! Is the nursery set up? Do you have a theme?"

"Logan!" She stopped him, grabbing his arm and pulling him down to the couch that overlooked the thousands of well read books, "I got this. You can go home. You have a wedding to plan for!" It seemed like he had forgotten; she had not.

His usual tan skin flushed, "Rory are you not listening to a thing I'm saying!" His voice grew louder, "I'm not getting married. I'm not going back. I'm staying here; I'm staying with you!"

He was doing that thing where it was his decision not theirs, not hers, not anybody but his. He was so rash, never thinking anything through, rushing to conclusions and making up obligations. Mitchum and the rest of the family already resented her enough it would be unforgivable to call of the marriage to beautiful Odette just because of the unwanted Gilmore spawn.

"Quit Logan! Just stop!" She threw her hands up, "I need you to think realistically about your future. If my Grandma hadn't opened her big mouth to your mother what would you be doing right now? Where would you be?"

"I'd be livid that you kept this monstrous secret from me and I'd be unhappy, miserable, looking at some stupid centerpieces to make sure that we were still happy with them when really I couldn't care less. But instead I'm here… and as crazy and unbelievable as this is- I'm happy!" His hand looped into hers.

She ripped it away, "I need some time. I can't deal with you right now- with this. You can stay here tonight! On the house! But right now, I just can't…" She looped her bag around her shoulder whispering repeatedly, "I'm sorry…."

The blonde frowned. This is not how he imagined their reunion and honestly, he had imagined it a lot. She would flash her bright blue eyes to his and they would wander into the sunset, hop in his limo, drive who knows where and just live how they always should have. He would always resent the late start but would appreciate the opportunity it gave them both to grow. The baby in the picture was just an added bonus to the situation!

Logan had always had a rough relationship with his parents and he found it hard to picture himself with a kid at all. He was barely sure how to act around them, confused on the jokes they told and what happened when the nanny went home but as soon as he heard the news all fear vanished and he was elated. This was the piece of home he had been searching for.