A/N: It's been awhile, but I feel I needed to right the way things were left, somewhat like an epilogue, a future of hope for my friend, something to please her!

The Epilogue

It'd been two years since that fateful day when Eiren had shown up on her door step and said he wanted a relationship with her. She'd graduated from Yale this year and he was on his way to starting his career as a lawyer. They were happy and wholesome and fresh. And here they were, together forever, engaged even. She wasn't pregnant and they were in love, it was the perfect start for a life together. Or so they thought…

It was the day before her wedding when the problems arose in the form of one Scott Foster.

The day was cool and bright, Rory was working at the New York Post getting ready to leave for the day when in walked her past love- Scott. He strode past the secretary and stormed into her office, grabbing her by her shoulders firmly.

"Oh my fu-" she screamed right before he pressed his lips to hers knocking all sense and the rest of her sentence from her brain. She backed up slowly towards his desk, clearing a space for herself as she fell back. But before she was pinned to the desk, he pulled away.

"I missed you," he said slowly, staring intensely into her eyes.

"I missed you too," she replied and kissed him again, momentarily forgetting her fiancé, until…

"What the hell is going on?" she heard a voice… a very familiar voice. She cursed herself for letting her self be lost in the moment and sat up quickly.

"Eiren, I can explain," she tried but she could tell the red in his face was his building anger.

"We're about to get married and your playing tonsil hockey with this guy from your past? What? Did you think you could keep this secret love affair away from me for the rest of your life? I knew all along that he's always been in the picture. I knew your late nights of work were spent at his place, fucking wildly until you had to come to be with me. Well you know what Rory, fuck you, the wedding is off!" He screamed and left the office, violently throwing papers around him.

Rory was in utter disbelief. She couldn't even get her body to move because deep down she knew Scott was always the one she wanted, but could never really have.

"He knew all along?" she whispered, clutching at her heart. "How could I do this to him? To someone I was in love with?" she asked aloud.

"Rory, it's my fault, when I saw you that day, a year ago, I just couldn't stay away, I couldn't keep from touching you, or kissing your tender lips. I'm sorry, I really am, but I love you!" he all but shouted it, as he kneeled down in front of her, his head pressed into her abdomen.

She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, pressing the tears away, begging them to go away. He loved her, fully well knowing this same thing could happen to him if she allowed it. She shook her head and fell to her knees.

"How can you love me when you know what I'm like?" she asked desperately looking for hope in his eyes. He stared back at her, his eyes softening at the look of shear despair.

"I have loved you since the moment I met you and I don't think I've ever stopped. You are who you are and I made you do this to him. If anything I don't know how you could love me," he said slowly, looking down to the floor where her skirt was almost touching.

"I've loved you from the moment you asked me to dance. I think that in everything that's happened, I almost wish we'd never met," she said letting her cynical side get the best of her. "But…" she bit her lip, a sign of true indecision.

"There is always a but with you Rory," he laughed, making the moment lighter like he always had. That seemed to help her make up her mind, she loved him, and she always would no matter how hard times got, no matter how they had gotten back together.

"Just…I love you…" she said and fell into his lips, which started innocently enough but ended with them sprawled on the flower, wound together. It was a good thing she worked late, or her coworkers would have had lots of gossip the next day!

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"Rory," he asked later that evening when they had made their way to his apartment.

"Mhmm," she replied staring intently at the ceiling while tracing slow circles onto his chest.

"I think I'm pregnant!" he mocked, and fell into an easy laughter as she swatted his chest.

Then that sent her mind into a whirlwind of thoughts. Her body tensed and she lay silent, not laughing, but thinking again and again. "That's not funny Scott, that's really not funny," she repeated and turned away from him.

"What, it's not like you've been pregnant before," he said leaning over her carefully. Her silence answered for her and he fell back in shock. He lay their silently, taking in this news as best her could. "Was…was it mine?" he finally asked, worried of her answer.

She took a deep breath and answered, "Yeah it was…" allowing the tears to fall down her cheeks.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," he said, wrapping an arm around her shaking body. Her sobs deepened and he dare not ask what happened, but allowed her to cry, that discussion could await another day.

And as she lay there, all she could do was think, think about that day she found out she was pregnant…

June, Two Months Earlier

"So doc, everything working the way it should," she asked as she buttoned up her blouse.

"Yes and better. I actually have some news for you, your two months pregnant!" Dr. Blowman replied happily.

Rory sat their stunned, until she let a nervous laughter escape her lips until she was hysterically crying. She left the office quickly and began to run. It was what she was best at too. How was she supposed to tell her fiancé she was pregnant when she knew it wasn't his? She hadn't even slept with him for at least three months saying she didn't want to, or wasn't feeling good. It worked for awhile, up until yesterday, when she had no other excuse and Scott was out of town.

So now she had this to worry about, she'd just have to lie and say it was his, say that she was happily pregnant with his child. Oh god, since when had she become such a whore!

July, 1 Month Ago

She still hadn't told him about the baby, and used her appetite and wedding jitters as an excuse for her growing belly. The lies were getting easier until today, she was getting fed up.

"Eiren there's something I have to tell you," Rory said fearfully. She was about to go down stairs, and paused momentarily at the top.

"Just a second hon," he yelled from the kitchen. She sighed heavily and leaned against the side railing for courage, but then her foot slipped. She began flailing her arms looking for balance until she slipped and was knocked down the long flight of stairs. She was knocked unconscious and all she saw was Scott's face and she smiled in her dreams.

It was sad to relive the day she'd fallen down the stairs, it was scary and completely unnerving. Against her better judgment, she wanted that baby, no matter what it could have done to her careers. She wanted a little girl to dress up or a little boy to run around with.

She cried herself to sleep, dreaming of the child they could have had, and hoped that one day they could have again.

The next day, she was happier and brighter and in the mood to tell Scott of their lost child. She told him everything- from hiding it from Eiren, to the doctor telling her she'd lost her baby. She also told him about how she had to tell the doctor not tell Eiren, how mad he would have been if he had known. Scott sympathized and held her close as she paused with tears in her eyes, barely able to finish her story.

"…and now, here I am, in your apartment, wondering if you hate me…" she finished off looking away from him.

"Oh how could I ever not love you? I love you so much, and I know that one day, we'll have a baby we can proudly show and say is ours…together…I love you Rory Gilmore, and I'm never letting go of you," he kissed her softly and held her.

They sat together on that hot August afternoon, silent and wishing that tomorrow would be a better day, that tomorrow could just be theirs and that tomorrow they could start again…together.

And that's The End!

A/n: Sorry for the rehashing of this story, I just really wanted to add something tonight!