a/n: thank you for all the reviews. I'm glad that I got such a response out of that chapter. You guys really surprised me. It wasn't in my original plans to turn the story in the direction that was sympathetic to Chris, but some of you were quick to remind me how serious adultery is. So I brought Chris into the story. But anyhoo, here's some of the logan and Rory you were all waiting for.

Chapter Sixteen: Orange Juice

"Hello Mrs. Gilmore," Logan said as he walked into the Gilmore parlor.

"Why Logan, what a surprise," Emily said as she rose from the sofa. Her voice lacked the pleasure her comment implied.

"I was wondering if Miss Rory was home."

Emily eyed him warily. "She is but she is sick in bed today. She won't be coming downstairs."

Worry spread across Logan's face, an expression that did not go unnoticed by Emily.

"We weren't expecting anyone to call today, it is not our at home day. But nevertheless, I will tell her you dropped by."

"Is she very ill?" he asked, his thoughts on their baby.

Emily tilted her head and studied the young man with narrowed eyes. "She has been in bed for the past three days. But she insists that she is well enough that we don't need to call for the doctor. Oh, Lorelai, there you are."

Logan turned around to see Lorelai thunder into the room. Her belly was very large and she walked clumsily.

"Hello," she said smiling awkwardly at him. They had never really talked after the night he and Rory had caught her with Luke.

"Good morning," he greeted, with a little nod of his head.

"I was just about to send Lorelai up with some tea for Rory. She will surely tell her that you called," Emily said.

Logan looked crestfallen. Lorelai observed this and spoke up for him. "He can come up with me Mother," she said. "Rory will feel better if she has some company."

"Lorelai," her mother warned. The memory of walking in on the sleeping Rory and Logan was still to fresh in her memory.

"The three of us will have tea," Lorelai replied. She gestured for Logan to follow. "I'll show you up."

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"Is she very sick? Mrs. Gilmore didn't give me a clear answer," Logan asked when they were out of Emily's earshot.

"She's not sick," Lorelai said. She made her way up the stairs slowly. "She's hiding."

"Hiding?" Logan asked, perplexed. He looked at Lorelai, expecting an explanation, but received one from her appearance. "Oh…"

"She's been working like a madwomen for three days trying to let out the seams of her dresses." They reached the top of the stairs and Lorelai put her hand on Logan's arm, pausing him. "You better figure something out soon," she said. "There's only so much time until people start figuring things out."

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"Knock knock," Lorelai said as they entered the room. "You have a visitor."

Rory, who had been stuffing her mending under the covers, looked up. Lorelai moved aside and Logan walked into the room. Rory smiled. He walked over to her and kissed her forehead.

"I thought you were my grandmother," she said, pulling her dresses from under the covers. "I almost had a heart attack."

Lorelai sank heavily into the chair by Rory's bed. She motioned for Logan to sit too, and after surveying the lack of chairs in the area, he stretched out besides Rory, his back leaning against the iron bed frame. Rory propped up her pillows, sat up, and then proceeded to arrange some for Logan.

"Did you bring coffee?" Rory asked.

"My mother called down for tea," Lorelai said with a sigh. She was not about to call down and ask for coffee. She had not even spoken to Luke since Christopher had returned home several months ago.

"So I hope you came here because you have a plan," Rory said, not wanting to upset her mother by touching on the Luke subject. She knew very well what had happened between her parents and her mother's torn feelings.

Logan sighed. "I came because you weren't at my mother's yesterday, and you never miss her at homes.

"Well I woke up the other day and found that you son grew so much overnight that he wouldn't let me into any of my dresses.

"I beg to differ," Logan said playfully. "I think it was your daughter protesting against your fashion sense and absolutely refused to let you into that maroon dress you always insist on wearing."

"What's wrong with my dress!" Rory said. "I love that dress."

"Be careful Logan," Lorelai teased. "I ordered the design for that dress."

"There's too much lace," he insisted defiantly.

The women exchanged merry glances and Rory reached over to her sewing basket and developed the dress in question. "Well, you're out of luck because that is the first dress I fixed."

Logan's eyes sparkled. "No, I do believe I am in luck. I came up with a plan. You'll never have to squeeze into that dress again."

"What?" both women asked, the anxiety returning to both of their voices.

"California," he declared proudly.

"Why would we go there?" Rory asked

"That's three thousand miles away," Lorelai exclaimed simultaneously.

"Did you know that in California, oranges are so abundant that people make juice out of them and drink it for breakfast. Think of that Ror, our little girl could have juice every morning!"

Rory looked at her mother and shook her head. "I can't go so far away."

"But no one will know us, it won't matter."

"We'll still be an unmarried couple with a baby on the way," Rory pointed out. It doesn't matter if we run to China, the circumstances won't be different."

Logan sighed and rested his head on the bed frame, defeated, knowing very well that she was right.

"We better come up with something soon," Rory said, ripping out the stitches of a cream colored dress. "I can only let the seams out so far."