A/N Should I do a short thing on their wedding? Let me know. I also put in a little tribute to last nights episode. Should I bring Luke with Lorelai?

Logan came in. He expected to be greeted by Libby as he usually was but she wasn't there. One of the maids told him that she was at a friend's. But right then it didn't matter he had something to tell Rory.

"Rory!" He yelled happily in the house. He didn't get a response. He sighed. "Where's Rory?" He asked the maid.

"I think she's in the attic." The maid smiled. "Of course she could have moved that was an hour ago."

Logan smiled. "Okay thanks." He went to the attic wondering why his wife would be in the attic. He opened the door "Ace?"

"Yea?" Came her voice with a sniffle.

"Your book is the best seller." He smiled taking it to her.

"That's good." She smiled.

"Baby why are you crying?" Logan asked looking at Rory to the box of Libby's baby clothes she was looking through. She looked through old stuff sometimes; usually pictures but tears didn't usually accompany it. He put his arms around her.

"Logan, I told myself I wouldn't become your mom, my grandmother or anything like that and I think I am. And I'm sorry but I don't want Libby growing up like you. And…" She couldn't get out her words. A rare thing for Rory Huntzberger, socialite extraordinaire, PTA mom and best-selling author.

"Ror, your so not my mom. I think last time you saw my mom you told her to what were your words? I think, "Shove it." I sure as hell don't want Libby to be like me either. You're not a trophy wife baby. You never will be. That's not you." He sighed. "Where is this coming from?"

Rory sniffed. "I ate a strawberry, peanut butter, banana sandwich this morning."

Logan looked at her for a second confused as to what this morning's meal had to do with anything before a look of comprehension appeared on his face. "Ace that's not horrible! That's not bad at all." He smiled, beamed even, at her, before kissing her.

Rory half smiled. "Okay Pongo calm down."

"Only you would compare me getting excited over a baby to Pongo. You or a first grader, but that doesn't really apply…" He laughed.

"I can't believe you just referred to me as a first grader!" She pouted.

"We have to tell your mom and Luke."

"If you really think that I haven't told my mom that I'm pregnant when I've known all day your crazy. She's coming down tomorrow."

"That's good." Logan smiled and then hugged Rory again. "And Libby?"

"I wanted to tell her together. Oh man!" Rory jumped up and ran downstairs.

Logan followed her shaking her head.

"Davy can I talk to your mommy?" Rory asked laying on the couch with the phone.

"Okay…. Mommy! It's Rory!" He yelled

"Rory? Hey Sweetie." Sookie said. "How are you?"

"Good. How're you?"

"I'm good too. So I'm sure there's a reason you called me. Not that I mind the call."

"There is. I'm…" Rory took a pause for dramatic effect. "Pregnant!"

"Rory that's great! You're a great mom." Sookie told her with a smile in her voice. "I'm so sorry to cut this short but I have to go, Glenda is sick and Jackson doesn't like vomit."

"Okay bye."

"Bye, love you Rory."

"I love you to." Rory hung up and put the phone on the table. "Come her hubby whom I love so much." She said putting her arms out.

Logan laughed and sat down beside her. "Do you want a boy or a girl?"

"I don't care. But I know you want a boy so I guess a boy."

"Yes, but I'll love it either way."