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"There is something else that's been on my mind." Rory takes a deep breath. "I'm late."
"What?"
"I'm late." Rory repeats.
"Please say for work."
Rory shakes her head. "I know that Logan and I have been planning our future lately. But I don't think we're ready for this now. Not yet. We have all these huge things coming up-"
"Ready for what? Getting married or kids?"
"Kids."
"Are you sure it's not about the huge step you guys are going to take?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Ok." Lorelai notices the hesitation but drops it. One problem at a time. "Have you told him?"
"How can I tell him? How can I tell him when is so angry with me. I've never seen him like that- well once but….."
"It didn't end well." Lorelai finishes Rory's thought.
"Definitely nowhere near well."
"Talk to him, Rory. Talk it through, calmly. No yelling, no accusations, discuss your problems and then tell him. I have to ask you first though, are you sure you're pregnant though?"
"No, I haven't taken one yet. I'm a little scared."
"Well, you should find out first." Rory nods. "You should get some sleep first. You've had a busy night."
"What am I going to do?"
"You'll figure it out. Don't be afraid of the next big step. Good night or good morning." Lorelai leaves Rory to collect her thoughts.
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Rory is sitting on the couch in the apartment that she and Logan share. She spent the morning at her mom's and drove back home once she was rested. She's been waiting for Logan since she got here. Rory has been in a whirlwind of emotions since her talk with her mom. She has choices to make; choices that are harder than she could ever imagined. She found out some news today too; she found out the results. Her reactions are a little unclear to her. Was she happy or was she disappointed? Her thoughts were broken by the sound of Logan entering the apartment door.
Rory looks up at his disheveled being. "Hi." She says meekly.
"Hi." He says back as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.
Silence filled the room.
"You're not even going to say anything?" Logan doesn't say anything. "So what? We're not even going to try to fix this?"
"Are you going to cut back at the paper?"
Rory scoffs. "You are being incredibly selfish right now."
"I'm being selfish?" Logan shoots back.
"Yes, you are. It's not like I'm blowing you off for some other guy or anything."
"It has nothing to do with that. It's the fact that you're blowing me off, period."
"I have to do this. It's my future."
"I thought I was your future."
"You are, but so is this job. You can't ask me to give up something I've wanted my whole life. It's not fair."
Logan looks down at his feet. He feels a pang in his throat and sighs. "So what are we going to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"With us, what are we going to do with us?"
"I don't know. It's up to you."
"Up to me? You already have my answer. Rory, I'm standing right in front of you! I'm here! What do you think I want! I want you, not the shadow of you."
Rory looks down at her hands in her lap and sadly tugs at her bottom lip. "So you're saying if I don't cut down my work at the paper-"
"Then I don't think we'll work the way we want it to." Logan says painfully but forward.
Rory shoot her head up. "That's not fair." Rory cries.
"I don't want things to be like they were for my parents. They didn't even know who the other was. My father was always working. He was never there. I don't want that, not for us, Rory. "
"I don't either. But-"
"You made you're choice already, huh." Logan says sadly before he turns around and makes his way to the door in which he just entered.
"Logan, don't walk away from me again." Logan stops at the pain in her voice. "Can I just explain what's going on with me right now, please?" Logan slowly turns around. "The truth."
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