Skip ahead a month; Lorelai's POV-
"What's wrong, mom?" Rory asked. I had been throwing up every morning for the past few days.
"I must have to flu or something." I wiped my mouth with a towel, put it in the hamper and got off of the floor.
"I think you're giving it to me because I've been sick lately too. Thanks a lot mom." She walked away. She had been a grouch for a while now.
"Hey. You okay? You okay? You don't look so good." Logan asked her.
"Gr." She walked into her room and slammed the door. Rory and Logan had been spending most of their weekends in Stars Hollow helping us to plan the wedding; which was to take place in just a few short months.
"Is she alright?" Logan asked me.
I sat at the table, opened a bottle of water and offered one to Logan, which he accepted. "She'll be fine. She's probably just…." Reality then dawned on me. Rory had been sick, tried, cranky and having sex with her boyfriend. "Oh, my god." I ran into Rory's room and jumped on her bed. "RORY!"
"Mom? What the hell's wrong with you? Leave me alone." She tried to push me off the bed and succeeded. The end result was me on the floor with a thud.
"Guess what? I know something you don't know." I giggled from the floor.
"You're extremely annoying this morning, do you know that? Now, what is it that you know that I don't know?"
I got up and closed the door. "You're pregnant." I whispered.
"What?" she shot out of bed. "I can't be. We're always careful." She slowed as she said the last part.
"Not always, huh?"
"After your engagement party, we you know, and now, well you know."
"Yeah. I know, but how? I mean, oh yeah, I know. But when? You were with us watching a movie. Then you watched Davey and Martha so we could all go out." I was confused.
"Not that party. The one at grandma and grandpa's house. You kept making disgusting jokes about the crab puffs, I excused us and we well… you can fill in the blanks."
"I guess I can. So, what now? Pregnancy tests? Doctors?"
"We can't buy a test here."
"Hello! Starts Hollow." I exclaimed.
"So, a private doctor?" she asked.
"In Hartford." I insisted.
"Of course. So should I tell Logan?" she whispered.
"I don't know sweets, that's up to you. It might freak him out though. But I have a gut feeling that I am not wrong about this. "
"Can you take me now? Or is it too early? Are they even open on weekends?"
"They're open on weekends and we can go right now if you want. We'll just tell everyone that you're not feeling well, which is the truth, and you're going in for a check up."
"Good plan. I'm gonna get dressed. I'll meet you out there in a few."
"Okay." I paused. "Hey, I love you, kid. No matter what."
"I know. Thanks." I walked out of the room and plopped down on the couch. I was pretty positive that in 8 months I was gonna be a grandma.
Rory's POV-
'I'm pregnant? Seriously? It was just one time! I cannot believe this.' I thought while getting dressed. I grabbed the nearest clothes, not really caring if they matched or not, and went to get mom.
"Mom, I'm ready. Let's go."
"Okay. Let's go, sweetie."
"Where are you guys going?" Logan asked.
"I'm just gonna take her over to the clinic. She's not feeling too well. I think she's got what I have." Mom covered for me when I stuttered.
"Okay. You want me to come with you?"
"No. It's okay. You've got a lot to do still. And you want your dad off your case? You should write something for the paper."
"Good idea, Ace. I knew I loved ya for a reason." He gave me a kiss and then walked into my room.
"That was close." Mom mouthed to me.
"So, let's go." We got into the car and drove off.
Doctor's Office
"I have to pee in a cup!" I exclaimed after the doctor left.
"Welcome to parenthood. That's the first of many disgusting things you're gonna have to endure for you kid. But you've got years to make them pay for it." Mom laughed.
I left the room and found the nearest bathroom and I did, indeed, pee in that cup. That is, after much debate about whether or not this is what I wanted.
"What do I want this test to say?" I asked after I got back into the room. I had dropped off the pee filled cup at the nurse's station.
"Well, like I have always said, kiddo, it's a pain in the ass and it hurts like hell, but it's just unbelievably cool to know that another life depends on you. It's not something that should be entered into lightly but right now I guess it's a little late for that." Mom laughed.
"Not funny." I said.
"Sorry, but seriously Rory, you can so do this. If you decide that you do want to do this." Mom gave me this look.
"Are you saying I should have an abortion?"
"I wouldn't recommend it but it really is up to you. And I'm behind you one hundred percent."
"No, I can't do that. I wouldn't be here right now if that was an option for you. I cannot do that."
"Okay then." Mom looked relieved and understanding.
The doctor knocked on the door and came into the room. "Ms. Gilmore?" he asked.
"Yes?" I held my breath and waited for him to say something.
"Congratulations. You're going to be a mommy." As he said those words, I knew that nothing was going to be the same again. Everything that I had worked for would slip away but I couldn't think of only myself anymore.
I smiled at the doctor and thanked him for the good news. He left, informing me that I should make an appointment with an OBGYN as soon as possible.
Mom looked at me like I had 3 heads. "What?" I asked.
"You look happy. Are you on drugs?"
"No. I'm just going to embrace this the best that I can. I want only positive feelings around my unborn child." I smiled, grabbed my coat from the chair and we started to leave the clinic.
"Then you might want to avoid your grandparents' house for a while."
"Ah, I forgot about them. Well, I'll jump off that bridge when I come to it." A little while later Mom took an unexpected turn into the parking lot of what looked to be a book store. "What are you doing?"
"We're going to get some books." Mom rushed out of the car, into the store and wandered around till she found what she was looking for. I looked up to the sign that said, 'BABY BOOKS'.
"I repeat, what are you doing?"
"This is for Logan," she handed me 'What to Expect When You're Expecting; Father's Edition', "and this is for me." She handed me '1000 of America's Best Baby Names'.
"You're insane." I commented as she purchased the books.
"Well, what happened to those positive feelings that Herbert will only be exposed to?"
"Herbert? Mom, I will refuse to call my child Herbert."
"Why not? You can call him Herbie for short." She suggested.
"Because that's a Lindsay Lohan movie."
Some time later……
"….. Can't you just call it 'it' for now or something?" I asked as we pulled into the driveway at home.
"No. Little GilBurger needs a name. GilBurger? Huntzmore?" she asked.
I undid my seat belt and rolled my eyes. "Can I please discus this with 'its' father first?"
"Fine. I'm going to Luke's. I need coffee. Have fun breaking the news." Mom kissed my cheek and walked off in the direction of town.
I took a deep breath as I opened the door, carrying the bag of books. "Logan?" I yelled after I got up the nerve.
"Yes, Ace? What do you need?" he appeared from the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee.
"I need to talk to you." I stated and sat on the couch.
"Well, talk. I'm listening. You okay? You look flushed. What did the doctor say?"
"That's kind of what I need to discus with you." I reached behind me and handed him the 'What to Expect' book and let his mind take over.
"Uh, what? Ace? Care to explain?" he looked terrified.
"As it turns out, I was sick, as mom suspected. And I'll get over it in about 8 months." I stopped and looked at him. "Logan. Please say something." I begged after he said nothing for about five minutes.
"Is this a joke?" he managed to get out.
"I'm afraid not. Look, I can tell what you think already. It's okay. I understand. You do not have to be a part of this. I don't want you to feel trapped."
"No, Ace. That's not it at all. I'm just kind of confused. Just give me a minute. And I need something stronger then this coffee." He walked away from me and into the kitchen. I followed and next thing I know, he has a beer in his hands. "Want one?"
"Uh, Logan? Pregnant? No alcohol."
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." He sat down at the kitchen table and starred off into space for a few minutes. "So, are you gonna keep it?"
"Logan!" I yelled and stood up. "Of course I am. What's wrong with you?"
"Ace, look. I was just asking. Making sure that you and I are on the same page. I didn't want you to do anything to our kid without thinking clearly about it." A small smile spread across his face. "Our kid. We're gonna have a kid."
"Yes, we are." Smiling as well.
"So, what do we do now?"
"As in this second or concerning 'it'?"
"I have no idea. I guess we should tell people. Maybe have lunch with your grandparents?"
"When?" I asked, scared of what they would say. I knew they would blame mom.
"As soon as possible. Tomorrow?" he suggested.
"I guess that would be better then my mom's suggestion of fleeing the country."
"No that would never work. Emily has people all around the world." He laughed.
"I'm scared, Logan." I admitted, quietly.
"Oh, I know, Ace. But this will be okay. I promise." He kissed me and felt a little better.
I called my grandmother later that afternoon and arranged for Luke, mom, her, my grandfather, Logan and I to all have lunch tomorrow. She was inquisitive but I fended her off by saying that Logan and I had a surprise for the group. I neglected to mention that mom knew about the baby already but she'd figure it out eventually. She agreed and we were having lunch at the club at 1 o'clock. I hung up the phone and felt like I was going to throw up. So I did just that. Logan, hot on my heels, followed me into the bathroom and, gentlemen he is, held my hair while I deposited my breakfast into the toilet.
"I'm not sure if that is nerves or 'it' making their presence known." Logan laughed as I wiped my mouth with a towel and dropped it into the hamper.
"So, we should go get your mom. She's gonna wanna know what her fate is for tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and helped me up off of the floor.
"She'll probably deal with it in exchange for calling the unborn Herbert."
"What?"
"That's what she was calling it in the car. But she may have changed her name by now. She should be at Luke's. Just let me change first. I feel yucky." I walked into my room. I went to change my shirt and examined my stomach. Nothing was there yet but in a few months it would be obvious that the perfect Rory Gilmore had gotten herself knocked up. I could only imagine what my grandparents were going to say about this child. 'Born inappropriately out of wedlock', 'ruined the Gilmore name', 'just like her mother', they would say.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll always love you, no matter what anyone has to say." I was determined to have this baby and it would have the best life and it would show up everyone who looked down on it. Just like I did.
"Let's go." I said and we went to Luke's.
END of chapter. Please r/r tell me what you think. It's a shocker.