Hi everyone! I just finished my full Gilmore Girls rewatch and my mind was once again flooded with what happened with Rory and Logan after the AYITL. I know many people have shared their ideas, so I decided to toss my hat in the ring now.

This is set a few weeks after the revival ends. I hope you guys enjoy it!

November 25th 2016

"I can't believe this!"

"What?" Rory asked, looking over at her mother.

"I can't believe all the cute colors and patterns that all this baby stuff comes in," Lorelai said, looking at the row of strollers in front of her. Rory was standing in front of a rack of baby clothes nearby. Luckily for Lorelai, Rory was used to her talking from across a store.

"In 1984, the only options were black or maybe, if you were lucky enough, the darkest navy you've ever seen. It was like all the babies were traveling to the same funeral and didn't want to look inappropriate."

"Sounds depressing," Rory said, drawing her attention back to the onsies she was looking at.

"You're telling me! I would've killed to have this leopard print stroller for you," Lorelai gestured to the stroller next to her, she looked almost mesmerized by it. Rory scrunched her nose when she looked back.

"Looks tacky,"

"Hey! Infant you would not have known the difference! I would've been the coolest mom in high school. Oh wait, I was the only mom in high school so I won that by default." She gave a smile like she was really proud of it.

It was Black Friday. Lorelai convinced Rory the night before to go baby shopping for the first time ever together.

"Primo baby stuff at the cheapest prices of the year!"

"Baby stuff won't be necessary after we're trampled to death,"

"There's no better way to go than to get trampled to death in the baby department of Nordstrom."

"This is crazy," Rory told her mom as she picked up a onesie and examined it.

"What is?"

"Shopping so early. It feels like bad luck. I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl!" Rory put the onesie back and looked over at her mom.

"Shopping when you're almost 3 months pregnant isn't crazy. You know what is crazy? This," Lorelai held up a box. "You put this thing into any large purse, bag, whatever, and it turns it into a diaper bag! That's crazy. Do you know how ugly diaper bags were? Now you can turn a Louis Vuitton tote into a compartmentalized diaper bag if you want to!"

"I'll be sure to pick out which Louis bag I'll be using to throw dirty diapers in."

"Hey! Have you been hiding LV bags from me so I don't borrow them?"

Rory rolled her eyes. Her mother looked at the price tag.

"This is fifty percent off! I'm definitely getting this for you. You'll be transforming all your inferior normal bags into fabulous diaper bags," Lorelai grinned as she looked back at Rory.

"Mom, you don't have to buy everything today," Rory tried to insist.

"Excuse me, if you think I'm not going to be buying anything I want for my grandchild then you're mistaken," Lorelai told her. She didn't look at Rory again as she marched her way to the register. Rory silently followed.

"Plus Rory, I'm obviously not getting everything. That's what baby showers are for! Forcing all your friends and family to buy as many baby items as you can imagine all while you sit there and let them pile up around you without lifting a finger. It's very regal honestly," Lorelai informed her as she placed the box down on the register counter.

"Excuse me, can you please add this to our bag? We're going to look around a little more," Lorelai asked the woman behind the counter. Rory checked the time on her phone.

"Actually mom, we better get going. We have to meet grandma in half an hour," Rory told her, turning her phone screen towards her mother to show her. Lorelai groaned in annoyance.

"Fine," She turned her attention back to the woman at the register. "I guess you can just ring everything up now. My daughter remembered she arranged for us to have lunch with Satan at 12:30."

"Well what was I supposed to say mom! You're the one who started talking about us going shopping today at thanksgiving dinner last night," Rory reminded her.

"Yes but when she asked us to meet for lunch you could've said anything. You had a doctor's appointment, you needed to get back to writing, you're deathly allergic to the Hartford Tea Room so it wouldn't be good for the baby," Lorelai rambled on.

"Hey, I kinda like the tea room. They have good cream puffs,"

"The only redeeming quality."

In all honesty Rory didn't mind having to meet with her grandmother today. It kept a hard time limit on her mother's shopping extravaganza. Rory was grateful for everything Lorelai had already done for her. She felt as though she was doing too much already only 3 weeks into knowing about her grandchild's existence.

When Lorelai pulled into the spot in front of the restaurant where they were meeting her mother, she glanced over at daughter.

"Should we have an escape plan? If it starts to go over an hour you can tell her you're having morning sickness and then I'll be the hero, running you out to safety,"

"And let you get all the glory? No way,"

"Fine, preggo," Lorelai teased as she opened the door of the car and got out.

Rory followed her out the door and up the walkway into the tea room. It was full of women dressed up, ranging from the ages of five to a hundred. 3 tiered towers sat on all the tables, full of finger sandwiches, scones and other assorted pastries. The edges of the tables were lined with delicate china sets, covered in floral patterns.

Rory was wearing a dress with an empire waist, hoping it would draw attention away from her stomach. She was keen on not letting other people know about her pregnancy until the second trimester. She deemed it bad luck. Her mother made fun of her for it because Rory was never superstitious before this, but she wasn't taking any chances.

That, plus she wasn't exactly ready to tell everyone about it yet. Only her mom, Luke, her grandmother, Lane and Paris knew right now. That never stopped her mother and grandmother from talking about it in public though. And her stomach was starting to get bigger, it already was noticeable if she wore her regular clothes, and baggy ones wouldn't work forever.

"Rory!" Emily exclaimed, breaking her train of thought.

"Hi grandma," Rory replied, smiling and hugging her in the process.

"You look beautiful! I hope your mother didn't exhaust you already with her need for early morning shopping," Emily quipped as she pulled away from Rory, giving Lorelai a side eye at the same time.

"Hello mother, nice to see you too!" Lorelai said as she plastered a fake smile on her face.

"Hello Lorelai," Emily sighed, "I hope you didn't put Rory through too much this morning. She should really be resting with her condition."

"I know, having a literal ticking time bomb strapped around her stomach is stressful. It could explode at any moment."

"I don't know why you think this is a joke Lorelai," Emily said, rolling her eyes.

"I'm fine grandma, seriously. Let's sit now," Rory attempted to reassure her. Having her mother and grandmother fight right off the bat before they even sat down was not what she wanted.

"Yeah mom, don't worry. I only made her carry four bags full of five pound bowling balls," Lorelai said as they sat down.

"So Rory, you are glowing! How are you feeling?" Emily asked, ignoring Lorelai completely.

"Oh, I'm good. Same as yesterday," Rory shrugged. Luckily for her, the waitress came to the table and asked for everyone's drink orders.

"I'll have a coffee, please," Rory immediately responded.

"Rory," Emily began, giving her granddaughter a quizzical look.

"Mom, Rory is allowed one regular cup of coffee a day. She hasn't had any coffee yet today," Lorelai interrupted her mother before her nagging began. Rory was grateful that she didn't have to explain herself. Coffee was the only thing getting her through the day and she wasn't gonna stop just because her grandmother nagged her.

"I'll also have a coffee," Lorelai then told the waitress.

"We also have mimosas if any of you are interested," the waitress informed them.

"Oh, yes please!" Lorelai smiled, "I'll have a mimosa and a coffee." Lorelai told her with a big smile.

"Someone's getting a little crazy," Rory joked.

"I'll just have fresh squeezed orange juice, please," Emily told the waitress, who then left to put their drink orders in.

"Lorelai, aren't you driving?" Emily inquired, giving her a look.

"Well luckily I have preggo here as a designated driver for the next six months if anything gets out of control." Lorelai gestured to Rory. Emily rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore her daughter.

"So Rory, did you buy anything nice today?" Emily asked.

"Actually mom got me some new clothes," Rory began to say before being interrupted.

"Maternity clothes," Lorelai chimed in, "and just a few baby items."

"Really? So early? Rory doesn't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet," Emily said as the waitress came back with everyone's drinks.

"As if there aren't any unisex onesies. Don't conform my grandchild to gender norms before they're even born!" Lorelai exclaimed.

Emily rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink.

"She just got a few onesies and some baby items that aren't clothing," Rory told her.

"Sounds lovely. Well if you're accepting baby items already I have some items picked out in my catalogs," Emily replied.

Mom, there's no way you use catalogs still to order furniture," Lorelai laughed, taking a sip of her mimosa.

"Excuse me, yes I do! What's wrong with catalogs Lorelai?" Emily raised an eyebrow at Lorelai.

"Nothing is wrong with catalogs, mother. It's just that there's this new thing called the internet, and you can order anything you want with one click and it'll come two days later. No longer do you have to wait three to five weeks for mail-order items."

"Well we obviously have a few months before it's needed so what's the harm of a catalog order?"

"There's no way it's a current catalog. I have not seen a catalog that you can order from since maybe 2002," Lorelai said with almost a pained look on her face.

"Lorelai, just let me do things the way I want to. Not everyone has to do things your way," Emily scolded.

"Fine mom, order from a catalog and we'll just hope that it arrives within the next decade."

"Do you think they'll have cream puffs today?" Rory interrupted, hoping to completely derail their bickering.

"They should. In fact, I'll make sure they give us some extra for you to take home," Emily replied, she turned her head and started to look for a waiter to submit the request to.

"Oh, that's okay grandma. We can just tell the waitress when she comes back," Rory waved her grandma off. She didn't want to cause a scene over a cream puff request.

"Nonsense, this is their job Rory," Emily assured her.

"Actually, I have to go to the bathroom," Lorelai said. Emily whipped her head back, looking at her daughter with her eyebrows furrowed.

"Lorelai! You're not a child, you can excuse yourself to go without making an announcement to the whole table," Emily scolded. Lorelai flashed her a smirk.

"I know. I just wanted to make sure Rory knew," Lorelai turned towards her daughter. "Honey, mommy has to go to the potty—"

"Lorelai!" Emily exclaimed. Lorelai ignored her.

"— but if the food comes while I'm gone you better not eat all the fancy PB&J sandwiches before I get back," Lorelai said so seriously.

"I promise I'll save you some of the peanut and fresh strawberry preserves finger sandwiches," Rory assured her.

"Good girl!" Lorelai exclaimed before getting up from the table.

Once Lorelai was gone, Emily drew her attention back to Rory.

"Honestly Rory, I don't know how you've dealt with her all these years," Emily remarked as she took a sip of her orange juice.

"I've survived," Rory replied, giving her grandmother a shrug of her shoulders. "Are you staying in Hartford for the rest of the weekend?" Rory asked.

"Yes but I'm going back to Nantucket on the early side Sunday morning," Emily told her. Rory nodded. She was glad she was able to spend one last thanksgiving at her grandparents house. Now her grandmother was having them all come out to Nantucket for Christmas.

The waitress came and placed their tower of food in the middle of their table.

"Thank god," Rory breathed out. She was absolutely starving. But before she could even reach out to the platter she was interrupted.

"Emily?" Rory heard a familiar voice say from behind her.

No.

"Shira?" Emily replied, looking up to the woman behind Rory.

No no no…

Rory turned her head to see an older blonde woman coming right towards her, with two younger women trailing close behind.

Fuck no.

"Emily!" Rory heard again, this time more enthusiastically. Suddenly the older blonde was right next to her.

Shira Huntzberger was standing right next to her.

The other two women caught up. Another blonde that she recognized and a brunette that she didn't.

"Shira! How nice to see you," Emily greeted Shira from her seat. She had her signature fake kind smile plastered on her face.

"Yes this is a nice surprise!" Shira replied, her voice and face dripping with the same fake sweetener.

This could not be happening. Rory was beside herself as she watched the two women greet each other. Of all the days she was in Hartford. No, of all the days they were in the tea room — which was maybe once a year — it had to be the same day that the Huntzbergers were here. Of course. This had to be a sick cosmic joke set up by the universe.

"You remember my daughter Honor?" Shira gestured to the younger blonde next to her.

"Of course! My, I can't believe how grown up you are now!" Emily said as her gaze shifted towards Honor.

"Oh you're too kind Mrs. Gilmore," Honor waved her off.

"And I'm so sorry about Mr. Gilmore," Honor continued with a sincere look on her face.

"Yes Emily, we were so sorry to hear about Richard, he was a great man," Shira chimed in, not quite as sincere as her daughter was.

"Thank you both," Emily respectfully replied. Emily then drew her attention to Rory.

"You remember my granddaughter Rory," She said as she gestured towards Rory. The three women turned their heads towards Rory as if they had all just noticed her there. Rory flinched, wishing the attention was drawn away from her rather than towards.

"Of course!" Shira exclaimed, her fake smile spreading across her face again. "So nice to see you again."

"You too," Rory simply replied as she did her best to reciprocate a fake smile back without throwing up.

"You know Rory has been doing excellent work lately. She wrote a huge piece for The New Yorker," Emily beamed with pride over her granddaughter.

"That's wonderful!" Shira's voice was full of saccharine.

"Yes! We're all very proud of her. And she's begun writing a novel, although she won't let us know what it's about yet," Emily continued. Rory darted her eyes away from her grandmother, who definitely was not going to be happy with her book's contents once she found out.

"How interesting. Very mysterious of y-" Shira began.

"Hey Preggo! You better not have eaten all the PB&J already," Lorelai called from behind Rory.

Rory's eyes went wide and she felt like her heart dropped into her stomach. Of all the times her mother could make a joke about her being pregnant, she had to pick right now. How could she not see the people standing around their table? Lorelai could not have had worse timing.

"Lorelai!" Emily scolded. "We have guests at our table!"

"Oh sorry. It's just me and an empty stomach don't mix," Lorelai finally approached the table. It wasn't until she sat back down that she finally looked up at who was standing over them.

"Hello Lorelai," Shira greeted her, still fake but a bit more devious.

"Oh— hi Shira," Lorelai's eyes went wide but she tried to control her composure. Rory was staring daggers at her now.

"We were just talking about Rory's work," Emily attempted to shift the conversation back.

"Yes! Rory," Shira said, shifting her attention back on Rory. "And now it appears congratulations are in order?"

Rory was mortified. This was the last person on earth she wanted to be talking to about this. She couldn't bear to look up, knowing the older woman's face would be twisted in the fakest smile loaded with satisfaction over the turn of events. And Honor had known about her and Logan for at least a little while. What was she thinking now?

Rory looked between her grandmother and mother, begging for assistance.

"Yes well, Rory is trying to keep it quiet during the first trimester. So your discretion for the next month would be greatly appreciated," Emily said with a smile. Rory was grateful for her grandmother's ability to make anything sound good.

"Oh of course," Shira attempted to assure them, with the most insincere look on her face.

"Lorelai, you remember my daughter Honor," Shira redirected the attention back to Honor, who was now staring at Rory like she was prey.

"Of course," Lorelai confirmed, a fake smile matching Shira's on her face.

"And this is my to-be daughter-in-law," Shira pointed to the brunette next to them, "Odette."

Fuck me. Rory thought. She could see her mother looking at her with concern in the corner of her eye. Rory refused to look up at the young brunette woman now.

"Hello!" Odette gave them a smile and a wave to match.

"How do you do," Emily said, looking at Odette for a moment before drawing her attention away.

"Oh you're French?" Lorelai looked over at Odette now.

"Do you know Pepé Le Pew?" Lorelai asked as if she was serious.

Odette looked confused, unsure if Lorelai was joking or not.

"Lorelai!" Emily scolded her once again.

"Odette this is my old friend Emily, her daughter Lorelai and granddaughter Rory," Shira explained. "Rory and Logan had a bit of puppy love between them when they were in college."

"A little more than a bit I would say," Lorelai chimed in. "They definitely gave Donny Osmond a run of his money."

"Who?" Odette asked, clearly completely confused now.

Rory was beside herself. She couldn't look at anyone anymore. She was just staring her folded napkin down as she did her best not to throw up.

Maybe she should use her mother's morning sickness excuse now.

"Rory," Shira started. "Do you have a fiancé? Surely we would've heard about a wedding if one had happened already."

"No, there hasn't been any wedding," Emily assured her. "I'm so sorry ladies, but our meal is definitely getting cold now and I know my girls would really like to enjoy it."

"Oh of course! Excuse us. So nice to see you again Emily," Shira replied. "And congratulations Rory."

Shira had a glint in her eye and her smile was so big it almost looked genuine. Rory didn't say anything and just watched as the three women walked away, completely dumbfounded.

"Are you okay?" Lorelai asked in a low voice. Rory looked at her and gave her a nod.

"Honestly that woman is such a horror," Emily said. "She and that husband of hers didn't even come to Richard's funeral. They just sent the smallest bouquet of flowers. Ridiculous."

Rory gave her grandmother a small smile and then immediately grabbed a cream puff from the tower, shoving it in her mouth as quickly as she could.

The ride home from Hartford was relatively quiet with Rory clearly wanting to avoid the subject.

"That was fun, seeing the horrible mother of your maybe baby daddy," Lorelai attempted to joke after they got in the car.

"Mom," Rory warned.

"Fine. She should only know what her son has been up to," Lorelai commented before dropping it.

Lorelai pulled into the driveway. They sat in silence for a moment before she pulled the key out of the ignition.

"Wait," Rory stopped her, grabbing her arm before she could move anymore.

"What's going on kid?" Lorelai asked, giving Rory the same look of concern that she has since their unwelcome guests left their table.

"I have to tell you something," Rory sighed, forcing herself to meet her mother's gaze.

"Talk to me, Rory."

Rory took a deep breath.

"I may have left some details out when I told you I was pregnant," Rory watched her mother's face, trying to figure out what she was thinking.

"Like what?" Lorelai asked cautiously.

"Well, you know how I said it could be either Paul or Logan?"

"Yes,"

"And that I told Logan about it and he said he didn't want to be involved,"

"Sure, and then I offered to fly across the ocean and kick his ass if you wanted me to," Lorelai reminded her. "That offer still stands."

"Well," Rory took another deep breath. "That wasn't exactly true."

"What do you mean?"

"I haven't slept with Paul at all this past year."

"Oh. So you're pretty sure it's Logan I guess," Lorelai concluded, looking a little relieved.

"Well there aren't really any other options," Rory told her. "But also—"

Lorelai went back to full concern.

"I didn't exactly tell him," Rory confessed.

"Tell him what?" Lorelai inquired.

"Tell him about my condition," Rory fully faced her mother now. Lorelai's mouth was hanging agape.

"Rory," Lorelai started. "What are you telling me right now?"

"I —"

"Because I know you couldn't be telling me that you didn't tell the father of your baby that you're pregnant," Lorelai answered her own rhetorical question.

"Mom," Rory attempted to interject.

"So were you just never going to tell him?" Lorelai asked.

"No I wasn't!" Rory exclaimed. If her mother would just let her explain for a minute she would understand.

"Oh my god!" Lorelai exclaimed, opening the door of the car and walking out. Rory immediately jumped out of her side, trying to catch up.

"If you would just listen to me for a second!" Rory said from behind her. Her mother scoffed.

"It's my decision what I want to do with my child. I know how it would go exactly. I didn't want to break up an engagement or worse, be his second family that he sneaks off to see," Rory tried to explain.

"Oh Rory please," Lorelai scoffed again as she continued to walk up to the house.

"I didn't want to be an obligation!" Lorelai stopped and turned towards her daughter when she heard that.

"Rory, you know better than anyone that you don't need to be in a relationship to raise a kid together," Lorelai reminded her. "And Logan's a big boy. He can and should deal with the consequences of his actions!"

"I do know what it's like to have a father who isn't really there. A father who calls maybe once a week and showing up once a year isn't what I want for my child!" Rory exclaimed. Lorelai's face softened.

"Honey," Lorelai started to say, but Rory just moved past her, bounding up the stairs and pushing the front door open. She knew admitting that to her mother would make her feel bad and she didn't want that. But she needed her mom to see it from her side. It hurt to grow up with a father like that. Rory knew Christopher loved her and that he was so young when she was born, but that didn't excuse it.

Lorelai sighed and stood there for a moment, staring at the door.

"Rory?" Lorelai called out when she finally got the nerve to go into the house. She found Rory standing in the living room huffing and puffing.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I really did try to do best for you with your dad," Lorelai said.

"I know," Rory sighed. "It's not your fault."

"But my main thing was that he always had the choice. He knew about you from the beginning."

Rory looked away from her mother, knowing there would be more to follow.

"Rory, you saw how much it hurt Luke to find out about April so much later in her life. He hated that Anna never told him, never gave him the choice to know his kid. She assumed he wouldn't really want to be involved and that crushed him."

Rory scrunched her eyes closed. Ouch. She turned back to her mother and opened them.

"I know," she said.

"It's not too late to tell him, kid. In fact, it's the perfect time. It's only the first trimester. And you never know, people can surprise you," Lorelai told her, taking a few steps forward to get closer to her.

"I guess…"

"And besides, I think your cover was blown at lunch today." Lorelai added.

Rory groaned, very much aware of the fact.