AN: Oh my god, thank you guys so much for the love and positivity to this story! So a lot of stuff happens in this chapter. I couldn't find a good place to end it that's why it's so long. But I am hoping that this story won't go much beyond 5 or so chapters. But I've said that before and that's not how it worked out.
I changed when exactly Mitchum died so the timeline would make more sense. He now died a few weeks earlier instead of a few days. I updated the first chapter with that.
On with the show!
A week later Rory was walking into the offices of the Brooklyn Daily Post. She walked in and asked to see the editor in chief. Once she told the secretary who she was and who she was there to see she was quickly rushed back and introduced to Josh Walker. Josh was in his late fifties with dark hair, brown eyes and wore slightly out-dated suites. But, he had an air of intelligence, superiority, and kindness to him that Rory immediately liked. He showed her around and spoke to her about paper and what they were hoping to change and how to increase their readership. He explained that her job was pretty simple, to take over the role as Opinions Editor, her main priority would be to make the opinions section something that people could read again and want to read. It was pretty similar to what she did at the YDN, just with a focused subject and she wasn't in charge of the nitty-gritty details of running a paper daily. After a long conversation with Josh and a tour of the newsroom, Rory asked to meet those who wrote for the Opinions beat. "Ok, well then come here." Josh motioned her over to a desk a little removed from the chaos of the main newsroom. "This is Charlotte, she writes our opinion pieces."
"Yeah, I write them then they never get into the paper because of the damn dinosaur the owners won't fire," Charlotte said in annoyance as she stood and shook Rory's hand. "Charlotte Smith"
"Rory Gilmore," Rory said shaking her hand. "Wait, it's just you? For a paper, this size I expected a few more of you."
"Nope, just me. Everyone else left, I decided to stick it out, pay my dues. I hope that I'll get a reference out of it though."
Josh spoke up at this point, "Hopefully by the end, you'll feel like you got more out of your time here, then a simple reference." At Charlotte's confused expression Josh elaborated. "Well, Charlotte, you know that the paper was sold, right?"
"Right, what type of journalist would I be if I didn't."
"Well, new owners are putting the dinosaur out of its misery. We're getting a new Opinions editor."
"Really! That's amazing!" Charlotte squealed at a pitch that reminded Rory of her LDB days where she encountered more socialites and social climbers then she would like to admit.
"You wouldn't be upset that you're not the editor?" Rory asked trying to get a read on Charlotte and what the reaction would be to her arrival.
"Not at all. I'm not qualified for it. I haven't been a reporter long, I need to get used to this before I try to be in charge." Rory was nodding along, making lists in her head of what needed to be done when she was interrupted by Charlotte. "Are you taking over as the editor?"
Josh and Charlotte looked at her expectantly waiting for an answer. "Honestly, I don't know. I want to but I'm not sure. I have some personal stuff going on and I'm not totally sure that I'm qualified for the position."
"Well, I honestly don't care if you think you're qualified or not. As long as you'd be good at the job and can pull us back from the cliff we are dangerously close to, I'd be happy to work for you." Charlotte said sitting back down at her desk.
Rory and Josh walked back to his office to talk a little more. The meeting was wrapping up as Rory was packing up to leave Josh spoke up, "I really do hope that you take the job. I know you think that you aren't qualified but you're more qualified than the person who currently has the position, and you can't possibly cause more harm than the mess we're currently in. I saw your resume and your portfolio, I think you would be perfect for the job. So, what if you know the new owner, you're good at what you do and you should take advantage of the fact that you have THEE greatest connection in the industry. If you don't use it to your advantage, you aren't nearly as smart as Logan and I think you are. And I am always right, about these things." Rory sat back down and smiled at Josh, thinking that no one had called her smart in quite some time. "As for your personal issues, we've got good maternity leave and there is actually a daycare in the building. You could check it out if you wanted."
Rory stared open-mouthed at Josh not sure how to respond, Rory eventually managed to splutter out a "What?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out. My wife and I have four kids and she was pregnant six times actually, I can pick up the signs of a pregnancy faster than most men."
Rory snorted at that. "Hopefully the father isn't as in tune as you are, but knowing my luck he'll be able to smell it on me or something."
"I take it he doesn't know yet?"
"No. I'm telling him today."
"Well, good luck. And please consider the position." Rory smiled then gathered her things and left.
An hour later Rory walked into PEPS coffee shop in Brooklyn. She quickly scanned the tiny coffee shop for Logan and spotted him in the corner with two cups of coffee in front of him while he typed a message out on his iPhone. Rory watched him for a moment before she gathered all her strength and went over to him. "Hi, Logan." Logan quickly looked up and practically leapt out of his seat and gave her a hug. She gave herself a moment to enjoy the hug, after everything that had happened it felt good to feel safe in his arms again.
Logan slowly backed away so he could look at Rory properly, "Hey Ace." They sat back down at the table and Logan pushed a cup of coffee towards her.
"So, what did you think? Are you going to save me from committing fortune 500 suicide?" Rory laughed thinking there's no way he'd be bad at this. "Logan, you are good at what you do. You won't fail at this. It's in your blood, whether you like it or not. If the Post fails, it's just as much Mitchum's fault as yours."
"I'm about 1000% certain that no one else would see it that way. It'd be my fault. I think some of the board members still see me as the frat boy screw up from before we met. So, will you help me save the Post from Hartford nepotism?"
"I'm pretty sure this is nepotism," Rory said smirking
"Qualified nepotism, though. You're more qualified than the current editor."
"Josh said the same thing. He also told me that I have the best connection in the industry and if I didn't use it I wasn't nearly as smart as he thought I was."
"Smart man, that Josh. But, it's true. You have the best connections and you should use them. I only met Josh once, but he was very smart and he knows what he's doing. When I told him that I wanted to bring someone in he was thrilled, he didn't care how I knew them, as long as they were qualified. He reminds me a bit of Hugo that way."
"How is Hugo? I haven't seen him since I left the campaign."
"He's good. He was surprised that he hadn't heard more about you. He said that he thought you'd have a Pulitzer by now. He lost a hundred bucks in that bet."
"Tell him I'm sorry he bet on the wrong horse. But, I've realized I don't need to have a Pulitzer prize or be the next Christiane Amanpour to be happy. I want a steady home, a place for my books, to be able to find my underwear and a steady job." Logan's eyebrows shot up in an almost comical manner at the underwear comment.
"What happened to your underwear?" Logan said as he chuckled.
"Oh, when we were still in Vegas I lost some of my things. I was aiming for Kerouac but instead, I was closer to Steve Martin in Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. Completely hopeless. I want to stay in one place and build a life." Rory stopped and took a swig of her coffee watching Logan's face. He was looking at her like she forgot the punch line to a joke and was waiting for her to finish it.
"Ace! You still haven't given me an answer! Will you take the job?"
"I think I will."
"That's fantastic! Oh, thank you Ace!"
Rory laughed at Logan's excitement and hoped that he was going to be ok about the other piece of news she had to tell him. "You haven't actually told me what you thought of the position. So, what do you think?"
"The department itself is only one reporter, and when I talked to her about taking over she was thrilled and not at all put out that she wouldn't be getting the job. So that was no longer an issue. Since there is only one writer I'll probably have to do a little writing as well to try and create some real content and boost readership before we could hire anyone else. Having the opportunity to write endears me to the position more." Rory and Logan talked for another fifteen minutes about what Rory thought of the position, what the job would entail beyond writing and editing and the logistics of her taking over.
They were going over some of the paper's financials and where they could cut costs when Logan stood to get a refill on their coffee's. "Another coffee Ace?" The question seemed to snap Rory out of her trance. She knew that she shouldn't have any more caffeine that day since she had already gone over her allotted three cups. She knew that if she asked for decaf Logan would ask her if something was wrong, leading her into a conversation she had put off having for months. She thought about it for a second, before she could answer Logan spoke, "Ace? I've never seen you hesitate when offered coffee. Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm great." She smiled a little thinking about the souvenir she got from New Hampshire. "Can I get a decaf coffee instead?"
"Decaf? Now you're really worrying me? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I promise. Just go get the drinks then I will tell you everything."
Logan returned as fast as he could with the coffee's, he was dying to know what was going on. He was starting to panic as he put one in front of Rory then sat down across from her. "Ok Ace, you've got to tell me what's going on because I have come up with a whole list of scenarios as to why you wanted decaf and each one is worse than the last. So, can you please put me out of my misery and tell me what is going on?" Rory fiddled with her mug for a moment trying to figure out how to tell him what was going on.
"Do you remember that night at the bed and breakfast that Colin bought in New Hampshire three months ago?"
"Yeah, that was a pretty amazing night. I could never forget it, even if I wanted to. Why?"
"Well," Rory took a deep breath so she could tell him the rest. "It seems I took home a pretty significant parting gift that night."
"What are you talking about?"
"Logan, I'm three months pregnant."
Silence.
That was all that was coming from Logan. He completely froze after she told him about the baby. She was expecting some sort of reaction, shouting, irritation, in the deepest part of her heart she was hoping for a little excitement, but never silence and it was starting to worry her.
"Logan? Are you ok?" Her voice snapped him out of his trance and the world seemed to come back into focus for him. He looked at Rory and suddenly the information started to sink in.
"You're pregnant?"
"That's what the doctors have been telling me. I'm 13 weeks, they time it from your last period, which I find a little strange considering I can tell you exactly when and where this little bean came into being."
"And it's mine?"
"Logan!"
"I'm sorry, but we were Vegas, and you had Pete-"
"His name was Paul, and we broke up months ago."
"I trust you. If you say it's mine, I believe you. But there was Odette and Vegas and Paul. I just needed to make sure. Look, we were having coffee as friends, or business owner and potential employee and I'm not sure which one. So, I wasn't sure if you were telling me as your boss, your friend, or as the baby's father." That sentence was strange to say but it also felt really good. He and Rory were going to be parents, and maybe there was hope for them after all. "I'm telling you as the baby's father. If I was telling you as my boss you'd probably heard through Josh. And you know, after everything that has happened between us I don't think it's possible to be friends. I mean now we have to try but before all this, I wouldn't have just called you for coffee. So, yes, of course, you're the father!" Rory shouted drawing a little attention to themselves before she calmed down. "I'm sorry, you had every right to ask that but it's been a lot. My life has fallen apart and I'm a complete mess and now the universe sends me a baby."
"No, you're allowed to yell, this is a lot to process." They were quiet before something occurred to Logan. "Wait, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Rory sighed unsure how to tell him exactly what had happened. "I wasn't sure what was happening with you and Odette and I was really worried about how your dad would react. I didn't want to upend your life if something happened to the baby and I really didn't want to give your dad any lea room into forcing me to terminate. The chance of a miscarriage decreases once you're out of the first trimester and you can't terminate after twelve weeks. I was going to call after the twelve-week appointment but you beat me to the punch."
"I would never have asked you terminate the pregnancy, Rory. You should've known that." Logan said with anger.
"No, I know that you wouldn't ask me to. I'm sorry that you thought that. But, I just wasn't sure what kind of crap your dad would throw at me once he found out."
"Even if my dad did something like that, I would've stuck up for you and our kid."
"Logan, I was protecting my baby the best way I knew how." Logan nodded then looked down at the table. They were both silent for a few minutes thinking about all that had happened and where they went from here. Eventually, Logan broke the silence with a question, "You said I beat you to the punch, by calling you. Does that mean you already went to the twelfth-week appointment?"
"I did. It was the day you called me actually. I was sitting on the couch, looking at the ultrasound and it was becoming very real for me. I was going to be a mom. I needed to pull myself together. That meant finding a real steady job and calling you. Then I did what I seem to be best at lately, avoidance and denial, I put off calling you and tried to find some decent steady work, I was in the middle of updating my resume when you called. I figured that this type of dish was better served in person so here we are."
"Here we are." Logan took a swig of his coffee then looked at Rory, "Do you have a picture of the baby? If I'm remembering correctly Honor showed me a picture when she told me she was pregnant, which was around twelve weeks."
"Yep, I've got pictures. Do you want to see?"
"Of course, I do." Rory pulled the ultrasound picture out of her messenger bag and handed it to Logan. When he got it, he looked completely enthralled and amazed by the image. "This one is much more detailed than the first one I had. It looked like a little blob but now it looks like a real baby."
"A real baby. That's our baby." Logan said with a small smile on his face. Rory laughed thinking that if he did that for about two months he'd get to where she was right then. "Yep, a baby."
Suddenly Logan snapped his head up and looked at her with a serious expression on his face. "Rory, I want to be involved. I want to be a dad." Logan smiled at the thought and Rory smiled back. She was so glad that he wanted to be involved, that maybe she and her child's story would be different than the one of her and her mothers.
"Logan, I won't have my child go through what I went through. If you're involved, you have to be there. Show when you say you will, not when it's just convenient for you."
"I want to be completely involved. I won't do to our kid what Chris did to you. I'll be there for everything."
"But, how would Odette feel about that?" Rory didn't want to question Logan, she did trust him but this was bigger than just her and she had to protect her kid.
Logan knew he was going to have to tell Rory the whole story but he hadn't wanted to get into it now. Considering the direction, the conversation took, he should've expected it but he hadn't been. He decided to simply bite the bullet and started the ridiculous tale that was his and Odette's relationship. "She isn't a factor anymore. We are over. I ended things with her a few weeks after I got back from New Hampshire. To be honest we weren't ever really together, to begin with. She was nice, smart and a good friend. She was a lot like Stephanie, but I didn't love her. It took me a while but, about a month after our final goodbye I realized a few things. The thing is my dad controlled every part of my life for so long and even though I made it, and became a success on my own when I came back to the company he thought he had all that power again. But, I realized my dad didn't have half the power he thought he did. He could disinherit me but I had a couple of millions of my own when I was in California and my dad didn't have access to it, and he had nothing to do with it. I still had a stake in the company I helped build out west and I could go back there and take on my dad. The second was that if I left the entire empire would crumble, but it was because my dad couldn't hack it anymore and that would become very clear. Their online presence only exists because of me, if those companies left with me, I could take over HPG with my own company. So, I decided to take control, Odette and I ended it, I called my dad told him that he couldn't control me anymore and that if he wanted to fire me go ahead but that it would be him that went down, not me. The reason that this all started was that my dad was getting desperate with the family business, it takes time to build the type of online presence that he wanted and he wasn't sure how to hack it in the digital world we live in. Which was a first for the Dark Lord. People weren't flocking to HPG outlets like they used to because they weren't as accessible as they needed to be and it was almost too late for anything to be done. He figured that the best way to save the company and get the online presence he needed was to merge with another media company. He had his sights set on Durand Media, the European equivalent to HPG but had a larger online presence and was making more money than HPG. Durand was willing to buy out HPG, but Mitchum wouldn't roll over and sell, instead, they decided to make it personal and got me and Odette involved. I wasn't back at the company at this point, so I hadn't had the chance to get HPG into this decade. Then my dad had a heart attack and I came in to help until he could come back. I managed to pull HPG into the 21st century, then I stuck around to keep it that way. I knew if I'd left things would backslide and believe it or not I don't want to see my families company crash and burn. I also thought that if I saved the company my dad would let go of the ridiculous arranged marriage issue but he didn't. He still wanted to merge the companies and then my mother was pleased that I was marrying 'someone appropriate'." Logan did not tell her that Shira had added that she was pleased that he was seeing sense after he nearly married the gold-digging Gilmore Girl. "Then he'd tell me how would it look if the family business flopped because I couldn't deal with a society marriage."
"Are you telling me that the almighty emperor was brought down by technology?" Rory said completely shocked. In order to make it in this business, you had to stay on top of everything. Especially the latest technology.
Logan laughed at the look on Rory's face. "I know. Social media brought down the newspaper king."
"Mark Zuckerberg needs to be knighted for his unintended consequences of Facebook," Rory said seriously.
"I'll call the Queen," Logan said between laughs. He hadn't laughed this hard or felt this carefree since he and Rory dated in college.
"The sequel to the Social Network should be, 'The Social Network: A Revolution in Blue."
"Or 'A Hostile Political Handover. I think he'd really like that actually. He always thought he was better than everyone and he'd be thrilled to know he brought down the newspaper king."
"You met Mark Zuckerberg?"
"Yeah. We got along really well and he hated that my dad had money and power though he didn't understand what was happening. He actually spoke to him in the same manner that he spoke to my father the same way he spoke to Orrin Hatch, the Republican Senator from Utah. He even laughed at him when he started asking even more ridiculous questions."
"That's amazing. I wish I'd seen Mitchum Huntzberger be laughed at." Rory said through her giggles.
"It was pretty great. My dad then tried to slam Zuckerberg but anyone under the age of 35, including me, was almost immediately on Zuckerberg's side. I think that was the moment my dad really realized that the world had changed and he wasn't a part of it."
Rory and Logan had calmed down when Rory asked her next question. "What exactly did you say to Mitchum? Once you realized all of this."
"I, strangely enough, took a page out of Zuckerberg's book. I told him that he could butt out of my personal life and I could stay and take HPG into the 21st century, if he didn't I'd leave, take our digitized papers and those who want a real online presence back to my company and watch HPG crumble from the west coast."
"Whoa. How'd he take that?"
"Well, he's dead now so how did you think he took it?"
"He died right after you told him?"
"About a week later. He either had to let the business crumble or let me make my own decisions. Apparently, his heart couldn't take the thought of letting me live my own life."
"Logan, I don't know what to say."
"What is there to say. It'd be funny if it wasn't so depressing."
Rory nodded not knowing how to respond. After a silence that was getting more awkward by the minute, Rory spoke trying to lighten the mood. "You know, you're going be the most eligible bachelor in the whole world. HPG aside, you made your own millions before gaining back your million-dollar inheritance."
"According to the Wall Street Journal, I'm worth about 20 billion dollars."
"TWENTY BILLION DOLLARS!" Rory shouted, making everyone in the café look at them.
"Ace, can you not shout my net worth in public, it draws attention to me. And I'm really trying to avoid that. The paparazzi can't decide if I'm boring or not, and if I stay boring they'll leave me alone."
"Says the leader of Life and Death Brigade."
"Touché. And as for the most eligible bachelor, that's not totally true." Rory looked at Logan completely shocked. He hadn't mentioned anything about seeing anyone else. Rory had never felt so crushed in her life, she really thought that she and Logan had a shot especially with the baby on the way, but it seems that he had truly moved on.
"Oh. Um. Who?" Rory meekly replied, desperately not wanting to show Logan how devastated she was by him finding someone else, but failing horribly.
Logan picked up the distress in Rory's voice and he realized how his statement could've been misinterpreted. "God, Rory no. That's not what I meant." Logan looked Rory trying to figure out exactly how to tell her what he was thinking. He knew that there was more at stake now, and he wasn't going to let his stupid pride or stubbornness rob him of his family as it robbed him of the last ten years he should've been with Rory. "Look, Rory, my father didn't know how to love and he sure as hell didn't see me as anything other than his heir, my mom was only ever in our family for the money, I think she really didn't like me or Honor simply because it messed with her social life. I was raised in a loveless marriage and a loveless environment and I didn't want that life for me or for my kids. There are only a handful of people that I love, I love my sister, she was the closest I ever got to family affection, the Stooges, and Stephanie, they are my real family. And you. I've always loved you, Rory."
"Logan-"
"I'm not telling you this because of the baby." Logan looked down at the sonogram that was on the table in front of him. He smiled thinking about the future that he could have with Rory if he played his cards right. It was a future that he thought was long gone but this baby was giving him a second chance. Maybe the universe picked the exact right moment to send them a baby. "You really are the only person I've ever loved. You and this baby are the only people I'll ever truly love. And I know that I monumentally screwed up. I screwed up when I asked you to marry me, I screwed up when I agreed to the stupid Vegas agreement and I screwed up when I didn't fight for you when you asked me if I was going to marry Odette. I know that you don't trust me anymore but I'm going to do everything I can to try and win back that trust."
Rory let out a choked sob after Logan's declaration, throughout his entire speech she had been trying to hold back the tears she knew were threatening to fall. He was sitting there saying all the perfect things and telling her that she was the only one for him. A speech like that, especially from Logan, would make her go weak at the knees at the best of time but with the added stress of the last year or two, plus the baby wreaking all sort of havoc on her hormones, she was turned into a sobbing pile of goo.
"Ace?" Logan had never really seen Rory cry. He had seen her upset, scared and royally pissed off, but he'd never seen her actually cry. "What is it? What's the matter?" Then a horrifying thought crossed Logan's mind. "Is it the baby?" He asked with a sense of terror he'd never felt before. Rory just shook her head as she started to hiccup from all the crying. Logan got up and crouched next to her chair and started rubbing her back. "Ace, you gotta calm down a little, ok? This can't be good for the baby." Rory suddenly looked down at Logan and grabbed his hand that had been resting on her thigh. "Can you breathe with me, Rory? Please?" Logan started taking slow, deep breaths and Rory began doing it too. Eventually, Rory calmed down and slumped over a little to rest against Logan. He supported her weight while he stood up and sat in the oversized armchair that Rory had been occupying. Once they were sitting in the chair Rory rested her head on his shoulder and basked in the feeling of being safe in Logan's arms.
"Ace?"
"Hmmm?"
"Would you be ok if I called Frank so we could go back to my apartment for a while? I think we've outstayed our welcome."
"You still have Frank?" Rory suddenly asked, sitting up straighter to look him in the eye.
"Welcome back." Logan chuckled, at the glare, Rory was giving him he stopped. "Yes, I still have Frank. I do have some sense of loyalty, and I've always liked Frank."
Ten minutes later they were happily seated in the back of the black town car the ridiculously rich are famous for. "When were you planning on going back to Stars Hollow?" Logan asked suddenly a little worried and protective of Rory traveling for two or three hours when she was clearly exhausted.
"Tomorrow, actually. Since I was in the city for a possible job, I thought I'd look at different places I could live."
"There's my little list maker. Plus, it gives us a little more time to talk." Logan chewed on the inside of his cheek debating whether to voice his latest voice out loud.
"You know I can feel you thinking over there. It kind of smells like burning rubber." Rory said with a laugh.
"Funny, Ace."
"So, what are you thinking?"
"You could just move in with me if you wanted."
"Logan-"
"No, I know. But it would make things easier once the baby comes, and you wouldn't have to splurge on an apartment if you don't have to."
"As much as I want to, we can't just pick up where we left off. Too much has happened and too much time has passed. It would just add a level of chaos to an already messy situation. Plus, it wouldn't make any sense to live in Manhattan and to work in Brooklyn. I'd have a forty-minute commute if I drove and I'd more than likely be taking the subway. It just makes more sense at this point to have my own place. I learn how to stand on my own two feet again, and to be my own person again. If I moved in with you I wouldn't feel like I did that."
"I know you don't mean to, but it kind of feels like you're pushing me away from you and our kid."
"No! I'm not trying to I swear. There are just steps between here and us being a proper family. Steps I really want to take, in case you were wondering."
"Really?" Logan couldn't help but sound hopeful.
"Really. But we've got to take this slow. I'm just feeling like myself again and with the bean, we can't screw this one up."
"I promise Ace. I wouldn't dare screw this up. There's too much at stake now." Rory smiled at Logan, a real, happy smile, and after all the revelations of the past few hours he couldn't help but giving her a searing kiss.
Rory didn't skip a beat and kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm. When he brought his hand to her waist to pull her closer she tangled her hand in his hair to hold him to her. When he moved his hand up her side, he felt a little bump that hadn't been there before. He pulled away and looked down at her midsection while running his hand across her stomach.
"Logan?" Rory asked a little confused as to his sudden fascination with his stomach.
"You're already starting to show." Logan smiled thinking that it was their baby that was under his hand, inside Rory.
Rory smiled at the look of complete love and awe that was on Logan's face. "Yeah. Just a little, most people think that I'm getting fat and the burgers are finally starting to have some effect on me."
"You're not fat. That's our baby in there, and that is a remarkable thing."
Rory laughed lightly at Logan's statement, thinking that she'd rarely heard him this sappy. "You're going to be a good dad. You know that right?"
"Sometimes I wonder if I'll be any good at this. I had the worst parents for examples, I have no idea how to parent."
"Just do what you would've wanted Mitchum to do. You'll do the exact opposite of what he did. You know how I know you're going to be a good dad?"
"How?"
"You're already excited about and love this baby, and you only found about them a few hours ago."
"I do, I love this baby so much and I'm so happy and excited. I feel like I've swallowed a box of fireworks. Sure, my initial reaction could have been better but I really am so excited."
"Channelling Mathew Crawley are you?"
"Hey, I lived in England for years. It's hard to live there and not get drawn into the Downton Abbey madness. Plus, it seemed like an appropriate metaphor."
"When I found out about our little bean I was scared shit less, and I still am. I've never been someone who gets really excited about babies and I haven't spent a whole lot of time around young kids, who am I to be someone's mom? But, then I had the ultrasound, I saw their head and heard the heartbeat and I knew. I knew I could do this and I was excited to do this. And know that your reaction was better than my mom's."
"What are you talking about?"
"My mom was less than thrilled when she first found out about the pregnancy. She said that I was supposed to have more than she had and that I was ruining my life and that I wasn't supposed to make the same mistakes as her."
"Oh my god."
"Yeah. It wasn't pretty. There was yelling and crying and I stormed out and stayed at Grandma's place for a few days."
"Back to the pool house?"
"No. Grandma's moved up to Nantucket so the Hartford house was empty. It just sold two weeks ago."
"Why did you go home?"
"Luke interfered. I'm not really sure what happened, either he overheard us fighting or mom told him about it. Apparently, he told her that she had gone full blown Emily Gilmore on me and that she had to pull herself together and apologize before things got any worse."
"And did she?"
"She did. I went back to the Hollow but I ended up moving into Luke's old apartment above the diner. It wasn't a permanent solution but I knew that I couldn't live in my childhood bedroom anymore."
"What were you going to do, if something else didn't pop up and you had to stay in the Hollow?" Rory smirked at Logan using a phrase that only townies used.
"I thought about going back for my Masters so I could teach at Chilton. I also learned that Andrew, who owns the bookstore, was thinking of retiring and closing down shop or selling it, so I toyed with the idea of buying the bookstore."
"You thought about buying the bookstore?"
"I did. I wasn't keen on going back for my masters. If I had thought about it a year ago I might have done it, but I can't picture grad school, a baby, and a new job all at once."
"I can see you being a teacher, you always liked school and loved learning. But when you put it like that, it would be a lot. What stopped you from buying the bookstore?"
"I wanted to see if I could find any grip in journalism. Andrew said he wouldn't officially sell for a few months so I had some time before I had to make a decision."
"Well, I'm glad that you didn't buy the bookstore. If you had I don't know if we'd be here now."
"I would've called you Logan. I really would've."
"Yeah, but all of this," He gestured wildly between them "Would have much harder. And I think you would've sold yourself short if you bought the bookstore. You are too talented to be working in a bookstore in the smallest town in Connecticut."
"I'm glad someone has some faith in me."
"Always, Ace."
Unknowing to them, Frank had been listening intently the entire ride. Normally he didn't listen to the conversations that are had in the backseat of the cars he drives. But, when Logan mentioned them having a baby Frank's ears perked up. He had driven Logan since before he met the lovely Gilmore Girl and thought that the two were perfect for each other. They balanced each other out. He showed her how to have fun and she showed him that there was more to life than partying and drinking. He was glad that it seemed like the two were working things out and he hoped those two would really get a happily ever after.
What could he say, he was always a romantic.
AN: That was a beast! I hope you guys liked it. The part when Logan was explaining the whole Odette/Mitchum situation sounded like a cop-out to me, so I rewrote three times and I hope it rings true, without sounding like a cop-out.
My big issue with writing these types of fics is that I can't get in Logan's head the same way I can with other characters. I hope it sounded accurate.
Also, I had to make a few things up because I have NO FREAKING CLUE how much a CEO of a massive publishing company would make. I figured it was less than Steve Jobs but more then what I'd consider insane.
Review if you please!