Logan's reaction - I hope you enjoy :)


Chapter Three

"What?"

"Pregnant," reiterated Rory, nervously. "You know, bun in the oven, up the duff, knocked up, in the family way."

"Got it," said Logan sluggishly. The colour had dropped from his face so he was as pale as she was, and she could see the dazed look she knew she had sported when she first found out. "And it's mine?"

Rory frowned. "I'd probably have been throwing up in a toilet with someone else if it was someone else's, Logan."

"Right, right," he replied, slowly nodding his head absentmindedly. "A baby?"

"Yep, the doctor confirmed it's definitely a baby," quipped Rory. "Although my mum and I call it a coffee bean."

"Coffee bean?"

"You know, cause we like coffee so much, I'm probably growing a coffee plant?" replied Rory restlessly, her fingers gripping and un-gripping the sides of her legs. "Not important. It's a baby, and it's definitely yours. Ours."

Logan rubbed his face with his palms vigorously before getting to his feet. For a horrible second, she thought he was walking away but he returned and instead was pacing up and down. She closed the toilet seat lid, flushed it, and spent a moment to take a deep breath, wash her hands and splash her face with water. She wiped her hands on the towel provided, dropped it in the basket, and then leant against the counter to face the still silent Logan.

"I'm going to need you to stand still or I might be sick again," said Rory, with an anxious laugh.

He stopped and let out a breath. "I might be sick."

Rory's mouth formed a little 'o'. She didn't know how to respond to that other than ignoring the fact it felt like someone had violently kicked her in the heart. She'd envisioned every scenario that could have played out and hadn't understood how she felt about any of them other than the fact the thought of the conversation created a pit of dread in her stomach. She watched Logan lean against the door of the stall, across from her, his hands in his trouser pockets.

"That wasn't a very nice thing for me to say," said Logan, furrowing his brows. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," said Rory, with a small shrug. "It's probably a better reaction than I had."

"How far along?"

"Thirteen weeks," replied Rory, waiting for the cogs to turn in his head.

"New Hampshire?" he asked with a bittersweet smile.

"New Hampshire," confirmed Rory.

He nodded and ran a hand through his hair. "Wow, okay, this is a lot to take in and there's just so much to think about, what our options are-"

"Options?" interrupted Rory, with a scowl. He at least had the decency to be too ashamed to respond. "How very Mitchum of you."

Logan sighed and held his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry. We've never had this conversation before, what would happen if, you know. I don't even know what you'd want to do."

"I'm having this baby, Logan," said Rory assuredly. "I'm terrified and probably the most nonmaternal woman and I'm a screw-up, but I'm having the baby."

"Did you do a pro-con list?" asked Logan, a small smirk at edges of his lips.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes. There were plenty more cons to pros but somehow the pros still won."

"Look, I'm sorry, Ace, I feel like a jerk for how I'm reacting, but my brain is trying to process, and it's all coming out wrong," exhaled Logan.

"It's a lot to process," said Rory, softly. "I'm the one dropping the bomb, I should expect to feel some of the blast back."

"Our goodbye made a baby, it's almost funny."

"Almost," replied Rory. "I've decided to have this baby but that doesn't mean you have to make the same decision. My mum did this alone at sixteen, I could cope at thirty-two. The baby would have amazing grandparents and a wonderful great grandmother and a whole town of crazy people that will love it. If you don't want to have this, you don't have to."

It was Logan's turn to scowl. "You think I would just pretend we never had this conversation and move on with my life?"

"As you said, we've never had this conversation," said Rory meekly.

"I don't have all of the answers yet, Rory," admitted Logan. "For the last three months I've resigned myself to the plan and I've known what my life would be like and now I have no idea. I do know that I want this baby to know that I am its father and I want to be a better father than either of us had."

"I'd like that," replied Rory, her eyes tearing up. "Sorry, it's just that was quite sweet, and my hormones are all over the place."

Logan laughed. "Good, I'm still worried about saying the wrong thing, and what I'm going to say will probably not sound good either."

"Go on."

"I need time, Ace," confessed Logan. "I need to sit with this and force my brain to register it is reality, and honestly, to do that with a glass of scotch. I need to do that somewhere other than the toilets at an event where my fiancée, family, and business acquaintances are."

"I understand, really, I didn't fully accept it until I had a scan," explained Rory. "Even now I'm sort of in denial until I have to throw up."

"I hate that I'm a cause of you being ill in any way," said Logan earnestly.

Rory shrugged. "Like I said it's temporary. I don't really register it, to be honest, my main emotion is fear."

Logan winced. "Is it wrong of me to want to put my arms around you?"

"Yes, but I want you to as well."

He pulled her away from the counter and enveloped her in a crushing hug, resting his chin on her head. She clung on to the front of his jacket and buried her face into his chest unabashedly taking a deep breath, taking in his scent. She closed her eyes wanting to hold onto this moment, where all her senses were saturated with him, where she felt safe and at home even if he wasn't truly hers.

"We can be scared together," declared Logan softly, and Rory nodded her head against him. "You're not doing this alone."

Rory looked up at him, her breath hitching as she realised how close his face was to her. "Thanks for sharing the fear with me."

"Anytime, Ace," said Logan. She saw his dark brown eyes drop to her lips briefly before looking at her again. He gave her a small melancholy smile before taking a small step back away from her. She dropped her hands from his jacket and smoothed down the front of her sweater. "Are you staying in New York?"

"No, I'm staying at my grandparent's house in Hartford," explained Rory, glad to be talking about facts, not feelings. "It's empty since my grandmother moved, so that's my base for the moment but I'm in Stars Hollow a lot obviously. I'm getting the train back."

"It's late, please let me get my driver to take you back," offered Logan. "I'd sleep easier."

Rory smiled. "Thanks for not demanding and going all Huntzberger on me, at least if I'm being chauffeured, I can sleep easier. I already have less energy."

"We're going to have another discussion soon, I promise, Ace," said Logan pressingly. "One that's away from the circus. Come on, we'll get your coat from the cloakroom and I'll text George my driver and you can have a nice sleep on your way home and I can extract myself from here to get my thoughts together."


"Logan, you don't need to wait with me," admonished Rory. The pair were stood in the foyer, after gathering her things his driver had messaged to say he'd be a couple of minutes as he was circling the block. "He won't be long; I can just wait outside."

"Please just let me act like the society gentleman that I was raised to be and make sure you're seen safely inside the car," smirked Logan.

"You're going to regret this," warned Rory teasingly. She was about to say something else when a loud voice from behind them cut her off.

"Son, there you are."

Rory sighed and Logan swore under his breath. "I told you you'd regret it."

As they turned around to acknowledge his father her heart dropped into her stomach. "Your fiancée and I have been wondering where you were."

In all the scenarios she'd played out in her head she had always been confident she could speak to Logan alone and that she would be able to avoid the confrontation she was about to have. Meeting Odette. She'd seen pictures of her from stalking Logan's social media in low points of her emotional state over the past few years and foolishly always made herself feel worse. She'd always then been able to pull herself together and shake off any bad thoughts by pretending they were simply pictures, that the person in them was practically a stock photo. It was much easier to do what she'd done to this woman's life by not rationalising her as a real human being. As much as Logan played down his relationship with her, she knew he wouldn't have proposed as purely a business arrangement, that he must have feelings for this woman and he had a life with her that Rory interfered with because she couldn't let him go.

She couldn't think of this woman as a stock photo with her stood in front of her, arms linked with Mitchum, staring at Rory with a smile because she was a nice person and had no idea who she was. She was taller than Rory, matching Logan in her heels, and had dark blonde hair scraped up in a tight high ponytail highlighting her impressive cheekbones. She was dressed in a beautiful emerald green long silk thin-strapped dress that hugged her enviable figure in a way that made Rory feel instantly frumpy.

"Dad, Odette," said Logan, with a quick charming smile. "I was just helping out a friend."

"After not seeing Miss Gilmore for many years I feel like we keep bumping in together all the time now," exclaimed Mitchum, a smile on his face but with that ever-piercing calculated look in his eyes. "Aren't you going to introduce everyone?"

"Of course," said Logan, tightly. Rory wanted the earth to swallow her up, there were only so many people's eyes she could avoid contact with. "Odette, this is Rory Gilmore she's an old friend from my Yale days. Rory, this is Odette Laurent, my fiancée."

"Rory, so pleased to meet you," smiled Odette, stunning her slightly by greeting her with a kiss on each cheek. "I've not had the chance to spend much time with his state-side friends so I'm hoping I get the chance to right that."

"Nice to meet you too," replied Rory, feeling her face burn up. "Wow, it's warm in here."

"I know you must be an ex-girlfriend," laughed Odette, patting Logan on the arm. "You're much too pretty not be, I know he doesn't have many female friends without a history. Please, don't feel awkward."

Rory laughed nervously. "Well, there's definitely a few of us from Yale."

"What brings you here, Rory?" asked Mitchum, his eyebrow raised. "I'm assuming you weren't at the gala."

"She got stranded," replied Logan, quickly. "Bad date, knew I was in the area, I've arranged my driver to make sure she gets home safely."

"How horrible, I'm so glad I'm out of the dating game," said Odette, with a kind smile. "Too many frogs to kiss."

"Absolutely, frog after frog," rambled Rory.

"I've just felt a buzz from my phone, which will be the driver," announced Logan, placing a hand on Rory's elbow ready to steer her away. "I'm just going to see Rory outside; I'll see you both back in there?"

"Lovely meeting you, Rory."

"I'm sure we'll run into each other again, Miss Gilmore."

She could only bring herself to flash a quick smile in their direction before Logan escorted her out.

"I didn't want that to happen," sighed Logan, as he waved at his driver and opened the back door to the black town car for her. "I'm sorry."

"I told you I should have waited by myself."

"You always were the smart one, Ace," kidded Logan. "I guess I'll call you then?"

"Yeah," nodded Rory. "Don't wait too long, there's a time limit on this thing, you know."

Logan rolled his eyes. "You're going to hear from me soon, I promise. We will talk somewhere with zero interruptions."

"See you soon then," said Rory, giving him a smile and an awkward wave before slipping into the car. He shut the door for her, smiled at her with a tilted head before turning away and heading back inside.

"Where am I taking you, Miss?"

"Can you take me back in time, George? Because that would be great."


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