Hi guys! Thank you for all of your lovely reviews :) I'm really sorry for the long wait for this chapter, partly due to being very busy in life and partly due to the fact I wanted to finish my rewatch of the series before I continued (my heart once again broke at Rory and Logan's goodbye!) I hope you enjoy the update!


Chapter Five

"Mum, Luke, you don't need to be here," advised Rory, for what seemed the hundredth time that evening. "You're a newly married couple, you should be out on the town, enjoying life."

"Do I strike you as an out on the town kind of guy?"

Rory frowned. "Well, no."

"For the love of god, Rory, sit down," exclaimed Lorelai, patting the sofa next to her. "I promise, we just want to see him, maybe rough him up a little and then we'll be out of your hair. Luke needs to cover the evening shift anyway and I'm going to keep him company for the night or until I get a call from my only-born telling me she needs her mummy."

Rory slumped down next to her mum and glanced at Luke who was sat on the armchair. "Is she telling the truth?"

"Rory, we both would like to say a few words to Logan ourselves but then we appreciate that the conversation between the two of you needs to be private and we will both leave," explained Luke. "Of course, that depends on how much of an ass he is."

"Remember the fact that I would like him to be in Coffee Bean's life, so I'd appreciate you not scaring him off," groaned Rory.

"If he scares that easily, I don't think he deserves to be in our little Cappuccino's life," warned Lorelai.

"Cappuccino? Why have you upgraded it from the bean?"

"Trying to get a feel of its nickname once it's born, once you've popped it out, we can't keep calling it bean," explained Lorelai with a shrug.

"Well, I had planned on giving it an actual human name once I'd popped it out."

"Ah yes, little Lorelai."

"No," blurted out Luke. "There's already the two of you, and believe me, that's enough."

"Besides, it could be a boy," reasoned Rory. "It won't be a girl just because you're willing it to be one."

"I have been thinking about this actually," announced Lorelai, with a proud smile on her face. "Rory is a name that suits both genders, so in theory, Lorelai still works when you think about it logically."

"My poor little Bean would be bullied for their entire life," cried Rory. "I like to think, when the time comes, I'll be able to think of a name other than my own. Any name."

"You just wait for the number of drugs they're going to pump into you, Sweetie," said Lorelai knowingly.

They heard a car pull over and Luke got up to twitch the curtains and see. "He's here!"

"Right, you two need to say a quick hello/death threat and then you need to go."

"Oh but I really had my heart set on a long-winded death threat," smiled Lorelai, throwing an arm around her daughter and squeezing her. "Have you got your tap shoes in case the conversation gets stressful for you?"

"I can't tell if you're trying to be helpful or if you are mocking me."

"Why can't it be both?"

Rory didn't get a chance to reply as the doorbell rang, and she stood up pulling Lorelai up with her. She heard Luke open the door and invite Logan inside, and she took a deep breath as the blond man seemed to fill her childhood home.

"Thanks, Luke," said Logan with a small nervous smile, shaking the older man's hand. "Wow, is that a wedding ring? Congratulations."

"Thank you, Logan," said Luke, stiffly. "I suppose congratulations to you as well."

Logan's face broke out into a wide grin. "Thank you."

"I'm hoping by that smile that you are happy to be congratulated and therefore happy about the news?" questioned Lorelai.

"Honestly? I'm still processing but being happy was the easy part to process," replied Logan, leaning forward to kiss her cheek in greeting. "Lorelai, you don't need to worry about that part."

Lorelai laughed. "I will always worry. About that part and every part. That's my little girl that you have shared a complicated life with and now you're permanently sharing a life with her."

"That little girl is right here, guys," frowned Rory, folding her arms. "And I'm thirty-two."

"Little girl," stated Lorelai, with a glare.

"I'm sorry Logan, they are going to give you death threats but then they are on their way out and we can have some privacy," explained Rory.

"Fair enough," said Logan, raising his eyebrows. "I wouldn't expect anything else."

"I don't have a death threat for you, Logan," said Lorelai, as she grabbed her jacket. "You're either going to be a disappointment or you're not. I hope you're not because this is going to be the ride of your life, one that is scary and exhilarating and it never ends but I'm so glad I jumped on mine."

"I promise, I won't disappoint you."

"It's not me you need to promise, and actions speak louder than words, kiddo."

"That's it?" exclaimed Luke. "I thought you were going to tear into him."

"Luke," exclaimed Rory. "I think he's heard what he needs to hear, don't you?"

"No," scoffed Luke. "I had to watch that little girl be disappointed over and over again by her father so I swear to god if you end up being like him I'm going to have to explain to my grandbaby why I killed his or her daddy, you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Again, with the little girl," muttered Rory, she walked towards Luke and Lorelai and gently pushed them towards the door. "It is definitely time for you to go."

"Ring me if you need me," called Lorelai over her shoulder as they left.

Rory pressed the door firmly shut and rested her palm against it as she took a large breath. She turned around, keeping her back flat against the door so there was some distance between them.

"I'm sorry about that," said Rory softly.

"Don't sweat it, Ace," said Logan with a shrug. "I expected it, and I assumed it was going to be worse than that."

"Me too to be honest," said Rory, with a small laugh. "My mother has been a bit mellower this year, you're lucky. Why don't we go sit in this kitchen?"

Logan went ahead at Rory's gesture, taking off his long dark grey wool coat and hanging it on the back of a chair before pulling it out and sitting on it. Rory sat in the chair facing him, fidgeting with the cuffs of her dark blue thin sweater. He was wearing his red checked shirt and she had visions of herself walking around his London apartment in one of his old t-shirts and throwing herself on him on his couch. She shook her head to get rid of the image. Logan seemed to notice her awkwardness and cleared his throat.

"I thought we could start with a celebration," announced Logan, placing a bag she'd not noticed he was carrying onto the table. He pulled out a corked bottle and two champagne flutes.

"Logan, I'm pregnant!"

"Which is why we're toasting," explained Logan. "Don't worry, I've had all the scotch I need, this is sparkling apple juice."

She stared blankly as he deftly popped the cork, and poured two glasses, handing one to her. She clinked her glass with his and sipped at the cold fizzy liquid. "What's the toast?"

"To coffee bean?"

Rory smiled. "You remembered."

"I may have been dazed but I remembered every word you told me," said Logan, his dark brown eyes boring into hers. He reached over the tabletop grabbing her free hand and holding it in his, her fingers automatically interlinking in with his. "I hate that you left that night thinking that I was unhappy because I was shocked, and even more so that you had to leave. I want to toast because I want you to know that I'm in, and I'm happy and it's something to celebrate."

"You're happy?"

"Ace, you're growing something that is a part of me and a part of you," said Logan, his eyes widening in delight. "I personally hope it has a lot more of you in it than me, especially when it gets to the teenage years."

"I don't know, I hit a deer, slept with a married guy, jumped off of scaffolding, and also got arrested for joyriding a yacht," said Rory, with a roll of her eyes.

"Still beats my rap sheet and you looked a lot better doing those things than me," grinned Logan.

Rory blushed. "We're going to have our work cut for us raising this child."

"They don't do much the first year, we'll be easing our way into it," reassured Logan jokily, squeezing her hand. "Our baby is going to be perfect."

"I feel like you're actually taking this in your stride quicker than I did."

Logan frowned. "Taking it in my stride sounds like it's an obstacle I've overcome, I'm genuinely happy about this, Rory."

"You can be happy about it and see it as an obstacle," argued Rory. "It wasn't what I planned and it's not how I ever saw myself becoming a mother."

"What you mean is that you never saw me as the father," stated Logan, letting go of her hand and slumping back into his chair.

Rory sighed. "That's not fair, Logan. You know it's not you, it's the situation."

"I understand if you think I'd be a terrible father."

"Absolutely not," exclaimed Rory. "I think you're going to be a great father, probably a better father than I'll be mother, and if I've ever imagined having kids, they have been blonde-haired tearaways like their dad. My point is that I never imagined I'd get pregnant to a guy who has a fiancée, and whilst I'm effectively jobless and homeless."

"You imagined our kids?"

"Yeah, playing in a garden with an avocado tree," replied Rory wistfully. "But that's not the situation that I'm in. That we're in."

"I know it's not what either of us expected but I'm going to put things in motion to make it easier."

"Like what?"

"Like transferring back to the States."

"But you love London!"

"I do love London, but I know I will love this baby more," replied Logan, with a shrug. "It's as simple as that, Rory, I know what my priority is. I don't want my relationship with my child to be predominately over facetime."

"Okay, but what about your dad?" reasoned Rory.

"He can either like it or lump it and these days I think he'd take liking it," explained Logan. "I did the right thing moving away from the company all those years ago because I needed to truly stand on my own two feet but once I learnt how to do that I made the right decision to come back. HPG is my company and I came back to it with my father's respect, and with more respect for him too. The plan was always for me to come back over here eventually because at some point I will be taking over. This will just be me putting my plan into place a little faster."

"The dynastic plan?" drawled Rory. The thought lingered in the air for a moment as they both took a sip from their glasses.

Logan looked as though he was choosing his words carefully. "The dynastic plan will be up to her."

Rory swallowed. "Do you want the dynastic plan?"

"I think I proposed for love once and it didn't work out," said Logan gently. "It's much easier to propose for mutual benefit. Despite the scandal that this will cause she might still see it as mutually beneficial."

"My mum expected you to propose to me when you found out," admitted Rory, her face flushing.

"If I thought I'd get a yes then I probably would," confessed Logan. "Would you say yes, Ace?"

"Logan.." groaned Rory.

"Theoretical – yes or no?"

"I wouldn't get married just because I'm pregnant," answered Rory, honestly. She would never want that to be the sole reason, especially after watching her mother finally marry the love of her life instead of her father.

"And I wouldn't want you to," said Logan softly. "Who knows about the baby?"

Rory was relieved at the change of topic. "My parents and Luke. So probably April and Gigi as well. My grandmother knows. Lane knows, she was actually the one who thought I might be pregnant. All the important people other than Paris have been told. I'm concerned she'll murder me in all honesty."

Logan chuckled. "It's probably me that should be scared. I didn't know if you wanted me to tell anyone or not."

"It's your baby too, Logan, you don't need to run it by me unless you're making some sort of public announcement," said Rory, not unkindly. "You definitely have people you need to tell. Oh, wait here, I have something for you."

Rory left him sitting in the kitchen whilst she nipped into her bedroom. She pulled one of the prints from the top of her dresser and slid it across the kitchen table to Logan.

"Is that?" he asked in awe, barely able to get his words out as he stared at it.

"Yes, Logan, that's our baby."


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