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3 months later…

"Honey?" Rory looked up, a chocolate colored curl falling before her eyes. She smiled tightly as she glanced into the kitchen where Logan stood, frying pan in hand. "Sunny side up or over easy? I can never remember." She let out a sigh, and pushed the curl away.

"Um, nothing. Neither. I'm not really hungry. But thanks." She tried smiling, but her face hurt, and she sighed rubbing her temples. Putting the skillet down, he came closer, his eyes avoiding hers.

"I'm gonna go out for a few more interviews today, but I'll be home later, Ok?" She nodded up at him smiling wanly, and he dropped a kiss on her forehead. As she heard the door close, she relaxed, her body languid on the couch. It almost felt as though she breathed easier when he wasn't around. Of course that couldn't be true, she loved Logan. And he loved her. And-oh no. Her eyes had scanned the desk calendar and after seeing the date, she stood, her eyes never wavering from the spot until she stood before it, and she grasped it tightly in her hands. She was late.

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"You know, Mom. I was thinking of naming the baby Red. It is my favorite color. And it would be something unique, don't you think? My baby, expressing its mother's innermost thoughts and passions. Red. I like it. Or maybe Banana. You know Gwyneth Paltrow's children are named Apple and Blue, and she's famous. Maybe if it's twins I can name them Red and-"

"Emily, she will not be naming the kids after any fruit products, I promise you." Luke said, grabbing the extension from beside Lorelai, who frowned at him over the covers she'd pulled up to her chin.

"Just for that, mom, I'm gonna name her Grape! Or maybe Kumquat." She exclaimed, grinning evilly, and Luke took her carefully in his arms.

"Only if you let Jackson be the godfather." He murmured against her neck. She giggled, and on the other side of the line, Emily frowned.

"I don't understand what's wrong with Minerva. It's such a nice name. Distinguished. Proud. You really know who you are with a name like Minerva." Lorelai groaned.

"Minerva, mom? Minerva Danes. That's what you want me to name my child? Do you want her to be teased mercilessly on the playground? Have psychological issues?" When Emily didn't respond, Lorelai smiled triumphantly. "I didn't think so."

"What about Astrid? Astrid is a lovely name. And Astrid Danes sounds very nice." Lorelai groaned, and stuffed her pillow over her face. Luke sighed.

"We'll think about it, Emily, but I can't make any promises." Rubbing his chin, Luke smiled. There, that was a diplomatic answer that didn't promise anything.

"That's all I asked for!" Emily exclaimed, ringing off. Luke leaned back, and wrapping his arms around Lorelai, marveled at how great his life had turned out.

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"Ror?" Rory sat in bed, head down. Hearing his voice and footsteps in the hall, she snapped to attention. Her eyes were puffy, her cheeks rosy from the tears. "Hey Ror, I brought back Chin-RORY?" He was at her side in seconds, grabbing her hand, the food, discarded on the floor, forgotten. "What's wrong?" Rory let out a shaky sob. Biting her lip, she reached out and grabbed his hand.

"I'm pregnant." As she felt the warmth of his arms encircling her, she only felt cold. And when he leaned forward to kiss her, their tears mingled, and she couldn't figure out who was crying harder.

Author's Note: I know, I know. You didn't expect it, you hate me, Rory and Logan together blech. I know, I agree. You're just gonna have to trust me.