A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for all of the reviews! They pushed me far enough that I actually planned out the next few chapters. So that's good for updates.

To clear up one thing that some people asked, I'm not exactly sure if you can get a sonogram in the first month… but I'm not a doctor and this is only a story, so lets all pretend that its possible. This chapter will have Rory's flashback of the day after she found out, so that will clear some things up. Enough with my rambling, on with the story!

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11 Months Later

Rory was staring blankly at her computer screen, thinking how she can make an article on a new housing development sound interesting. This was her first article at The Town Weekly. It was a very small paper, but she liked the small-town atmosphere of it. She had just started working here a week ago, after she graduated from Yale. She checked her watch and it was exactly one hour until lunch break, but she felt like it was an eternity. For Rory, time seemed to inch by slowly during the past year.

"Hey Rory, you seem a little off," an unsuspecting voice said, and Rory came out of her trance.

"Oh, hey Paris. I was trying to make this article sound half-way interesting. One week into the job and I already can't make it work."

"Well, it looks to me like you were staring off into space. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I was fine an hour ago and I'm fine now."

"Okay, if you say so. Are we still on for lunch at that new café?"

"Mmhm, I am in desperate need for good coffee," Rory smiled, the coffee in the break room at this place was a really bad knock-off brand.

"Good. Oh, and for your article, you might want to make something up, like it was rumored that there used to be an old church and graveyard in the 1800's next to where they are building the houses."

"Good idea, thanks." Rory began furiously typing about an old church and graveyard that burned down during the civil war.

"You're welcome, see you in an hour."

Rory nodded and Paris walked back to her cubicle. The two girls, Colin and Finn moved half an hour outside of Hartford after graduation. Rory and Paris found a job at the same place, because the other three talked Paris out of med school because she was afraid of sick people and she wouldn't get far. So, Paris decided to continue in journalism where she would be successful. Colin and Finn graduated the year before, but the girls talked them into actually working instead of partying all night, every night.

Rory finished her article in fifteen minutes, leaving her forty-five minutes to spare. She leaned back in her chair and memories of the morning after that night of the hospital…

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"Hey, Rory, are you okay? I heard you come in last night and I could swear that you were crying." Paris looked very concerned, and she put a comforting hand on Rory's shoulder.

"Umm, yeah, I'm fine." She didn't sound very convincing, and her eyes were red and puffy.

"You can tell me anything, you can trust me. Why were you crying?"

"I wasn't crying!" Rory said defensively.

"Right, you're eyes are red and swollen, and you have tear stains on your cheeks. And don't say you have allergies because allergy season is over!" Paris was getting annoyed, as usual. Her best friend had been crying and she felt helpless.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Paris sat Rory down on the couch and said in a softer tone, "Now we're getting somewhere. Two guys called this morning and asked if you were all right, I was confused and I asked then what they were talking about. All they told me was that you were in the hospital," Paris paused and watched Rory stare at the floor, "What happened?"

Rory looked up at Paris, tears coming freely from her eyes. She wanted to tell Paris, but once she said it, everything that happened last night would be final. Paris wrapped her in a hug and Rory cried on her shoulder. Paris comforted her friend, something was obviously wrong. Was she sick? Was she going to die? Was someone else hurt, and that's why she was at the hospital?

Rory, sat up, wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. "I didn't know," she whispered.

"What didn't you know?" Paris looked at her with concern and she continued rubbing Rory's back.

"I, um, I was pregnant," Rory paused and Paris looked shocked, "But they told me I lost the baby. It all happened so fast, I didn't have time to process it all. Then it just became overwhelming. I was going to have a baby and I didn't even know." Rory's voice was in a whisper; she had stopped crying by this time.

"Oh, Rory," for once, Paris didn't know what to say. She always had something to say, but this was different, "Have you talked to your mom?"

"No, but I'm going to Stars Hollow today. Just to get away for the weekend," Rory looked up at Paris, "Thanks for caring, Paris."

"I'm always here Rory, always. Now, go pack." Paris and Rory smiled at each other, Rory understood Paris. She knew her high school friend would always be there for her. It was hard to believe that they were once enemies. Rory disappeared into her room to get ready to visit her mom.

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Rory pulled up the driveway to her old home, the gravel crunching under her car's wheels. She stepped out lightly from the silver car, and closed the door. She looked at the house, remembering all of her memories here. So much has happened, but nothing compared to this. Never in her life had Rory felt so guilty, so lost, so sad and confused all a once. She felt a pain weighing heavily on her heart, and she needed to talk to her best friend. She needed her mom.

"Hey kid, I heard you pull up." Lorelai came out of the house, smiling widely. She wrapped an arm around Rory and they walked inside. Rory was trying her hardest not to cry, she didn't want to tell her mom. But she had to, she and Lorelai talked about everything, and she needed her.

"So how are you and Luke," Rory asked, trying to prolong the inevitable crying and hugging that was sure to happen.

"Fine, he's finally coming to terms with the fact that Chris was a big mistake that involved a lot of vodka."

"That's good, so you're back together?"

"Not yet, but its in the works," Lorelai paused to take a sp of her coffee, "So, you called and said you needed to talk to me? Are you okay?"

"Everybody keeps asking me that, I'm fine. I just wanted to talk," Rory said defensively.

"Okay, sorry. What did you want to talk about?"

Rory took a deep breath and paused, and then looked at her mom straight in the eye, "I was in the hospital last night."

"Oh, my god! Were you the one actually in the hospital, or were you visiting someone?" Lorelai said, her motherly instinct kicking into gear.

"Nope, I was the one actually in the hospital," Rory paused to take a breath, her voice was low, "I went to the Pub with Colin and Finn, and apparently I passed out. So, they called an ambulance and the next thing I know I'm in the hospital being interrogated with questions by a doctor and being tested and I was completely lost."

Rory paused again, giving Lorelai to take all of this information in. Lorelai was shocked; her baby was in the hospital. Rory wanted to talk, and it was obviously important. Her mind was rushing with thoughts: Was she okay? Was she sick? Was she dying? Lorelai wanted answers.

"Rory, what happened? Tell mommy what the doctor said," Lorelai asked, her voice shaking because she was afraid to know the answer.

Her daughter took a breath for what seemed like the thousandth time, "Well, it all happened within at least ten minutes. The doctor said I was pregnant."

"What? Rory, oh my god!" Lorelai was panicked, her baby girl was pregnant. Although she was slightly relieved that Rory wasn't dying, but it was still completely overwhelming.

"Mom, let me finish-"

"Oh no, there's more. Rory, what, stop stalling, you're scarring mommy." Lorelai interrupted Rory.

Her daughter stared at her, trying with all her energy she had left not to cry, "Colin, Finn and I went upstairs to the sonogram room. It was the longest five minutes of my life. It was so quiet. I had no time to process anything. I noticed the look on the doctor's face so I asked her if there was something wrong," Rory failed and the tears flowed out of her eyes, Lorelai was holding her daughter's hand and she was also crying, "She said there wasn't a heartbeat."

Rory started sobbing uncontrollably. Her mom gathered her broken baby Rory in her arms. Then they cried. They cried until there were not tears left, it seemed like an eternity of sitting and crying. Lorelai couldn't stop thinking. Her daughter was going to have a baby, but she lost it all as soon as she found out. She couldn't imagine what Rory was feeling. Rory was young, she knew that, but she was only sixteen when she had her. She was sure Rory could handle a child, she wondered if before she got that sonogram, if her daughter was exited. Was she exited about being a mom, and then having it all ripped out beneath her in ten minutes?

"Honey, it'll be okay I promise. I'm here for you."

"I know mom, but its just so overwhelming. I know I wasn't ready, but I can't help but wonder what things would have been like."

"I know, what about Logan, does he know?"

"No, I was going to call him, but then I found out, and well I didn't. We're broken up and it doesn't really matter now." Rory stared at the floor.

"Well, kid, you're friends with this best friends, so you're going to end up seeing him eventually," Lorelai rubbed Rory's back.

"I know, I'll deal with it then, I guess. But for now I just need to move on, there isn't anything I can do about it now."

Rory looked up at her mom, and she knew things you work out.

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"Rory, you ready to go?" Paris said, while Rory e-mailed her article to the editor.

"Yes, lets go."

The two walked down the street in silence until they reached the café.

"What's up, you seem a little distant lately," Paris asked her friend.

"Nothing, it's just that I have to get used to this job, it's defiantly not a school newspaper, it's my career, in the real world."

"Yea, but we're not going to be there forever, it's just a job for some experience."

Rory nodded, and Paris knew this wasn't all that was on Rory's mind. She was never afraid of the 'real world' journalism. Rory just wasn't like that; she was always up for the challenge. Paris decided not to press it, not now anyway. She would wait for Rory to come to her.

They ate their lunch quietly, occasionally discussing random topics, partly about their articles. The time passed by rather quickly this past year, Rory thought. If someone told her in high school that she would be sitting and eating lunch right now with Paris Gellar, she would have thought they were crazy. Her and Paris became the sisters they never had. Colin and Finn became more like her brothers, but Paris had her own rifts and annoyances with them. But, then again, she was and always will be Paris.

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Rory left work early to take a trip to Starbucks; Paris was going to stay a little late to tie up loose ends with her article. Rory decided to walk back to her apartment for some air. She noticed a mother and a daughter walking hand in hand, laughing and giggling, down the street. Rory smiled at the happy sight, although it was a sad smile. She decided to take a cab.

On the way to her apartment, Rory was wrapped up in her own thoughts. How things would've been different if she had had the baby. Where would she be? Would Logan be here right now, would she be living with him instead of her three best friends? Rory refused to think about it anymore, she was happy with her life, and that was that.

The cab pulled up to her apartment, and she paid the driver and got out. Rory greeted the doorman, who had a message for her.

"Good afternoon Miss Gilmore, your two gentlemen roommates would like you to please hurry upstairs, they have some important news for you."

"Umm, thank you?" Rory said, confused.

She walked quickly to the elevator and pressed the number eight. Why would Colin and Finn tell the doorman to hurry upstairs? In order for the doorman to giver her the message; she would have to be at the building, so she would already be on her way to the apartment. Colin and Finn made absolutely no sense sometimes. Rory reached her apartment, and quickly unlocked the door. She found Colin and Finn pacing, they noticed the door open. They looked at Rory with anxious, concerned looks on their faces.

"Logan's coming back, here."