Her heel clicked against the table nervously. She was taking in the energy of the room, the silence of the nurse who grabbed her blood pressure, the doctor who made grunting noises at every scan and beep that the machines made, the agonizing wait to hear the result.

Logan sat in silence in the corner, he occasionally declined an incoming call, making pleasantries with everyone who came and left. How was he handsome even in the fluorescent lights? Sure, the crow's feet in the corner of his eyes and the crinkle in the center of his forehead was more prominent than it once it had been but if anything, that made him all the more attractive.

His phone went off again.

"You can get that!" She laid back, watching what she assumed was a heart rate monitor pump.

He shrugged, "I don't need too!" Each decline was welcomed with an immediate returned ring.

"Who is it?" She didn't want to pry but her hormones pumped curiosity like oxygen.

His lips pursed tightly before he let out a dramatic sigh, "Don't worry about it!"

She twitched uncomfortably, "Odette?" She was afraid the pang of jealousy would never subside.

"Mitchum Huntzberger actually…." He held it up to reveal a flashing picture of his father before hitting the red phone to send him to voicemail.

"Your dad?" Rory seemed shocked.

"Did you expect him to just let me leave London, break off a wedding, and be completely fine with it?" His low chuckle reminded her of all the shit Mitchum had done over the years that they would laugh off despite it causing great internal distress.

Another buzz and then a boom, "Logan! Your phone works, doesn't it?" As if she was living in a dream, the pillar in a wool coat strolled into her hospital room in an undeniable rage.

"Dad I'm in the middle of something!" He motioned to the brunette across the way, her hospital gown making her feel very underdressed and exposed.

"I can see that. What exactly is this?" He refused to make eye contact with Rory who he had shared his differences with throughout the past decade.

"You didn't tell him!" She exclaimed, "Oh my god!" The heart rate monitor surged causing Logan to stand in a panic.

"Dad! You need to leave!" He ushered his father out the door but Mitchum's refusal was stemmed by his lack of knowledge of what was happening.

"Not until you tell me what is going on!" His demanding voice was enough to call every doctor and nurse in the joint but it wasn't enough to get Logan to cave.

"It's none of your business!" The younger blonde could be so stubborn, "This is between Rory and I!"

"You're damn right it's my business when it effects my business!" His finger pointing skills surely had grown. She swore that if he thought about it hard enough he could cut his kid's throat with just the lightest touch.

"Well maybe you shouldn't-,"

"STOP!" Rory yelled, startling the both of them, "I'm pregnant! Or maybe I am! We don't really know what's happening that's why we're here. Logan is here because low and behold it's his baby! Yup, that's right when you ran into us at the restaurant we weren't just catching up we were having sex. Lots of sex! Lots of crazy friends with benefits sex!" Her cheeks flushed red, embarrassed at her outburst, "So if you could leave the two of us be for the time being that would be great!"

Mitchum cringed at the idea of his son impregnating the one who got away. Had he not learned simple birth control methods? It wasn't that hard to keep your dick attached to one woman! A huge plus if that woman is the one you were set to marry.

"Please Dad…. We can talk about this later!" Logan's eyes moved his father to the hallway, "I will call you!" It was a loose promise, one that was often broken.

His father grabbed his arm and pulled his son close, "Boy or girl?"

"What?" The blonde stammered.

"Is this child a boy or girl?" Logan swore his father's eyes were sparkling at the thought of a new grandchild.

"We don't know yet! We don't even know if we have a baby anymore…." For the first time since he walked in on Rory on the bathroom floor he was able to address that thought. Although he had known for mere days he felt this undeniable connection to that little bean. Mitchum felt it too.

"You do. I'm sure of it!" For a second his father lapsed into a new person but was quick to snap back, "I expect a phone call as soon as you get the news so that we can discuss how to go about this split. It's a PR nightmare."

"Of course, Dad, I will!" He watched his father float through the bleak hallways, surprised, amazed, and confused all at once. How was one person capable of so many emotions in such a short span of time?

"Logan!" Was his voice just going to bounce all along the hospital walls today. He turned on his toes to reveal Lorelai Gilmore in her full glory. Her quirky nature was apparent in the way that she wore a colorful knit scarf and neon green beanie. She hugged him like they hadn't missed a beat and he was grateful that despite any difference they may have felt at any point, it disappeared in this moment.

"Lorelai!" He pulled back to get a better look at her, "Thank you for coming. Rory is going to be so glad you're here!" He directed her to the room. Despite the confidence he exuded he was becoming more overwhelmed with the frequent visitors wanting his own moment to catch his breath and get a grip on what was happening.

"Mom!" Rory attempted to leave her spot on the cold table despite being tangled in cords.

"Are you okay?" Her mother rushed her, embracing the petite figure who collapsed from exhaustion and adrenaline in her arms.

Rory was cried out after everything that happened but she welcomed her mother's grip wishing that she was fifteen and making measly mistakes that would quickly get washed under the rug instead of sitting (basically) naked and afraid in a hospital room.

"What did the doctor say?" With one arm wrapped around her daughter's face, Lorelai swept the matted hair away from her baby blues, "Anything yet? Do I need to find a doctor? DOCTOR!"

Rory shushed her mother with a light chuckle, "They'll be in any second mom!"

"Okay well climb back up!" She assisted with situating Rory, making sure each IV was organized and reading properly and that she was warm enough and comfortable, "Did I run into Mitchum or am I hallucinating?"

"Nope! That was him!" Logan piped up from the spot he had sat back down in.

"Oh no…" Lorelai glanced back and forth between the two of them, "I feel like I should say something but I've never really been through this specific situation before!" She plopped down next to Logan and took his hand in hers, "You okay, kid?"

He melted in the way she called him a kid. He wished he was a kid, jumping off unsound structures and flying private jets across the country. It was easier than business practices, arranged marriages, and all of the other drama that had followed him through adulthood. He nodded knowing that she could sense his nerves, "We're going to be okay!"

"Baby H doesn't have a choice…" Rory's hand traced her stomach. She wasn't religious but she was praying for a miracle.

"Rory Gilmore?" A chart wielding physician stared at the crowd of three, "Another visitor?"

"I'm Lorelai! I'm the mom! Or the grandma? Am I going to be a grandma doc?!" She bombarded him with questions.

"Well the good news is. You are going to be a grandma!"

Rory's hand flew to her mouth as a singular sob escaped. Logan lurched, his arms wrapping her and rocking her figure back and forth. She nuzzled to his chest, so grateful to share a positive moment instead of one filled with fear and panic.

The Doctor sat across from the expecting parents, making sure to tilt to include Lorelai, "Now I'm going to tell you something that might be unexpected…"

If Logan had squeezed Rory's hand harder she would have needed a cast to repair the bones he broke.

"Did you know that there are actually two grandchildren forming in there?"

"I'm sorry, what?" Rory laughed out loud, "But twins don't run in our family! And I have a friend that had twins so I don't think that I can have them…"

"You don't think you can have them because your friend already did?" The doctor raised an eyebrow.

Logan smiled sheepishly, "I should mention that twins do run in my family…."

Lorelai cackled in the chair, her body doubling over in a fit of laughter.

"Boys, girls? Do we know yet?" Logan had a wicked smirk on his face, bursting at the seams with excitement over the news.

"You sure you want to know?" The doctor pulled up a few ultrasound images on the screen.

"YES!" Logan and Lorelai chimed in unison.

Rory sat in shock, her mouth agape, blue eyes wide and focused on the floor. She looked pale, more so than usual. She was hearing the words but not really registering what he was saying. She wondered if Lane had felt the same way when she had found out she was having twins.

"Well this little one right here…." The doctor pointed to the first blob on the screen, "Is a boy and this one down here… is a girl!"

"One of each!" Logan practically jumped for joy, "Ace this is fantastic!" His hands laced the sides of her face and pulled her into him but she didn't return the affection, "Ace? You okay?"

She shook her head, "This isn't happening!" She began pulling the cords from her arms, and reaching for her clothes on the chair, "I'm not… this isn't… NOPE!" She slid her sweater over the hospital gown.

"Honey you don't really have a choice!" Lorelai's voice of reason piped in.

"I'm NOT doing it!" Rory's fists clenched, pulsing in and out with her staggered breathing.

"I'll give you a minute…" The doctor passed the pictures of the twins to Logan with an all-knowing smile as if to say good luck with that.