a/n: this chapter is a little bit all over the place. I apologize. There is a time jump and everything, but I couldn't just leave you guys with the first two sections because that would be boring and sucky and I already feel guilty enough that I don't update as much as I used to. So here it goes…

Chapter Thirteen: …But When in Rome

"Please don't go," Rory begged as Logan slipped out of bed.

"Rory, I have to. I've been here for three whole days. My family expects me home today."

"But it was so fun harboring a fugitive," she teased.

Logan smirked. "Ditching your final exams and hiding in a woman's house for three days hardly classifies me as a fugitive."

Rory smiled. "Well I thought it was rather exciting."

"So you only like me for my criminal record?"

"What's going to happen with that, Logan? Your parents will find out you didn't take your exams."

"No they won't. My father has put so much money into that school that they don't care whether or not I pass some tests. I'll graduate. That has never been an issue."

"I wish I could go to school."

"The system is too corrupt."

"No, not for the system, for the learning. I still think you take it for granted how well you have it."

Logan finished dressing and crossed the room. "I promise I'll bring you some of my books next time I see you."

"When will that be?" she asked.

He kissed her forehead. "I wish I knew."

With a wave goodbye he walked to her door, made sure the coast was clear, and left. Rory sunk down into her bed, their bed, and sighed. Now that he had to go back to his parents, seeing each other would be much more complicated.

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"Here's your breakfast tray Mrs. Hayden," the young maid Emmy said softly as she eased her way into the darkened bedroom. "Would you like me to open those draperies yet mistress?"

"No Emmy, leave them." Lorelai sat up in bed and rearranged the pillows.

"Would you like anything else ma'am?"

Lorelai yawned and stabbed a sausage with her fork. "Tell me, how is my daughter?"

"She is well as far as I know ma'am."

"Has she been asking about me?"

"No ma'am," Emmy said. "She has been spending a great deal of time in her room like you."

Lorelai nodded as she chewed her food. Despite the sadness, anger, and confusion that cluttered her thoughts and her heart she still worried about Rory. "Has she been eating?"

Emmy nodded. "Every night she's been down to dinner. She's been joined by a Mr. Henley? I'm not quite sure of the name ma'am. I am so bad with them."

"Henley?" Lorelai repeated. "Every night?"

Emmy nodded again.

Lorelai picked at her eggs thoughtfully. Henley? She knew of no Henleys. Henry, Hentson, Hentser…

"Huntzberger?" Lorelai asked as the name came to her.

"That's the one Ma'am."

"Well I am glad that she has not been alone. You may take the tray now Emmy," Lorelai said, dismissing her thoughts and her maid. "I think I am going to rest some more."

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"Lorelai?" Luke said as he opened his bedroom door. She looked awful; her hair was untidy, her face pale and tired. "What are you doing down here?" he asked, but not unkindly.

"We need to talk."

He sighed. "I think we've already said everything that needed to be said. Nothing's changed, Lorelai."

"I'm pregnant."

Luke froze, his mouth open, his arm still holding the door so that he could peak out the crack and not let her in.

She tapped her fingers on her leg, antsy. "Can I come in?"

Luke did not open the door any wider. "Are you sure it's mine?"

"Who else's would it be? Christopher has been in Europe for months."

"How long have you known?"

She sighed. "Two months."

Luke nodded slowly, his eyes still wide. "The apples? Is that why you keep asking for apples?"

Lorelai nodded.

"Do you know how damn hard it is to find apples in August? There are none. Do you know how hard I looked?"

"I'm sorry?" she said sarcastically, confused and hurt by his reaction. "I'm sorry that apples are such an inconvenience to you. Well that's going to be a big problem, sir, because babies are much bigger than apples."

She walked away, leaving Luke in shock in his doorway.

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"Are you sure?"

Rory nodded and leaned against the wall; she was not sure how long her legs would continue to support her.

"Positive?"

"Yes Logan, I'm sure."

"Well have you seen the doctor?"

"Of course not," she said quickly. "He'll just tell my mother."

"Well than you can't be absolutely sure."

"A woman knows, Logan," Rory said softly. She let out a long sigh. "It's not like this is unexpected. I mean, you've been sneaking over here almost every other day for the past three months. It was bound to happen. I just can't believe I never really considered it to be something that would happen."

Logan rubbed at his face while his mind tried to sort out his confused thoughts.

Rory slowly slid down the wall until she was sitting on the floor. She let out a sob. "I just don't know what I'm going to do."

Logan lifted his head in surprise. He crossed the short distance between them and sat down next to her, taking her hands in his own. "You're not alone in this," he said, stroking her hands with his thumb. "We created this child together, and we'll take care of this together."

"But what can we do?" she sniffled. "We can't marry. Our parents won't allow it."

"They will if we tell them."

"No," she said immediately. "I can't let my life be like that, marrying you just to cover up a scandal. I can't live my mother's life."

He looked into her teary eyes and answered with all the sincerity in his heart. "I want to marry you anyway, Rory. Not because of our baby, because of you."

She sniffled again. "But that doesn't get us anywhere."

Logan drew her against him so that her head rested on his chest. He closed his arms around her. "I promise you, I will figure something out. We'll all be together. I promise you that."

Rory sobbed against his chest. Logan's eyes were closed, his head leaning against the wall. Solutions were not easy to come by.

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You're such a jackass, Luke chided himself as he climbed the backstairs. How the hell could you yell at her about apples?

He had never been past the first main floor of the house before. He had served in the dining room on special occasions, and he had been interviewed in the parlor. But those were the only two rooms he had been in. He was just hoping he was going in the right direction.

What the hell are you doing? he asked himself as he reached the floor where he assumed the bedrooms would be. He looked around; there were seven doors. Which one was hers?

He heard sobbing coming from the room he was standing next to. Was that her? He reached to knock on the door, but stopped before his hand connected with the wood.

You shouldn't be up here.

"Luke?"

He turned and saw Lorelai climbing the main staircase.

"What are you doing up here?"

"I'm sorry," he said. "I've been an ass."

She smiled. "Yah, you have." They stood there for a moment. "But I forgive you."

Luke let out a breath he did not know he had been holding. Lorelai kissed him and led him to her room.

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a/n: ahhhhhhhhhh. Okay, so that was predictable. Almost all of you predicted it in your reviews. But just because Rory's pregnancy is predictable, that doesn't mean the rest of my story is. Hee hee. You'll never guess what I have up my sleeve. I love you all for all your reviews. Tell me what you want Rory and Logan to do because I have several ideas floating around in my head that I can't decide on. Your input would make my decision easier. Review please!