A/N: A second post just because I woke up early and had time to write it.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Jess asked again as they stood outside Christopher's office building.

"It's better that you don't." Rory replied. "I won't be long."

"Take as long as you need."

"Hopefully the band-aid approach will work."

"Quick and painless?" Jess guessed.

"They always say that but it still hurts."

"I'll go and tell him." Jess offered.

"No I've got this covered. Wish me luck."

"Good luck."

Rory took a deep breath and walked into the building.

"Can I help you?" The receptionist inquired.

"I'd like to see Christopher Hayden please."

"Do you have an appointment?" She inquired.

"No, but my name is Rory Gilmore, he'll see me."

"Wait just a moment."

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"Yes?" Christopher answered his phone.

"Mr Hayden, there is a Ms Gilmore here to see you, she doesn't have an appointment."

"Gilmore? Did she mention a first name?" Christopher inquired wondering whether it was Lorelai or Rory or even Emily.

"I believe she said it was Rory." The receptionist told him.

"She's my daughter, send her up. I'll meet the elevator."

"Yes Mr Hayden."

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"Ms Gilmore, take the elevator to the fourth floor, your father will meet you there."

"Thank you." Rory replied and headed for the elevator.

"Hey Rory this is a surprise." Christopher greeted her when she arrived at his floor.

"Hey Dad."

"You look great."

"Thanks." Rory smiled.

"You should have probably mentioned to Holly that you were my daughter, she was probably thinking I was having a mid-life crisis. Can you have a mid-life crisis at 37?"

"Depends on how long you live. If you live to 75 probably, if you live to 90 you've probably got another 7 years, and if you're going to die at 60 I think you've passed it." She paused. "Is there somewhere quieter we can talk?"

"Sure. So what are you doing in Boston?" He inquired as they walked down the hall and he showed into an empty room.

"I need to talk to you about something."

"Is everything okay? Is your Mom okay?"

"She's fine."

"Does she know you're here?" He inquired.

"Yes." Rory replied.

"So what's going on kid? I thought you would have been heading back to Yale."

"Saturday." Rory shifted awkwardly on her feet.

"Do you need money?" He asked.

"I might need help paying for Yale next year depending on how things go with Grandma and Grandpa in a couple weeks, but not right now."

"Why am I getting a strange feeling this isn't a good visit?"

"Depends on your definition of good." Rory said. "I think it's a good thing. But you might want to sit down."

"Okay now you're scaring me." Christopher sat down.

"I thought this would be easier." Rory rubbed her eyes.

"Just spill it."

"I'm pregnant."

"What! How? What!" He spluttered.

"You're going to be a grandpa at the beginning of February."

"Wow!" He paused.

"Dad I'm going to need a little bit more here."

"Give me a minute." He said. "It's not something you hear from your nineteen year old daughter everyday."

"Okay." Rory sat down and waited for him to take the news in.

TBC