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Logan was on autopilot ever since he left his parents' house.

Once he walked out of the house he immediately went into his car and drove away. He didn't turn his GPS on or anything. The only thing that pulled him out of his trance was when his phone rang ten minutes into his drive. His sister's name lit up on the screen in the center console. He sighed and hit the "answer" button.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Logan, where are you going?" Honor asked.

"I don't know," he admitted, trying his best to keep his focus on the road.

"You don't know?" His sister repeated back to him. He sighed.

"I don't know Honor! I just had to get the fuck out of there," he sighed. He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other running his forehead. He still couldn't get his thoughts together.

"Why don't you just come to my house now and take a moment to think this all over," Honor offered.

"No, it's fine. I'm fine," he said. He didn't really want to deal with his sister right now in person and have her give a stream of questions and uninvited advice.

"You don't sound fine Logan. I'm worried about you," she said.

"Don't be. I just really need a minute to think about this all," he told her. It was true, he really needed to figure out what he was feeling and thinking — and where the hell his mind was literally taking him. Honor didn't need to know the last part though.

"I'll text you later when I get home," he continued. He heard his sister sigh on the other end of the call.

"Fine, but keep me updated," she said.

"Deal. I'll talk to you later," he complied before hanging up so that she couldn't say anything else.

He really didn't know what to think. Rory was pregnant and she didn't even tell him. That's so unlike her. Why wouldn't she tell him? Maybe there was someone else. Maybe she had someone else at the same time or met someone right after. But the dates were adding up in his favor currently, and that's what was making it worse. He couldn't imagine what she could possibly be thinking about this.

He was on an emotional rollercoaster, going between shock to anger to frustration to confusion to hurt. If this really was his then he was hurt that she didn't talk to him yet.

"Logan?" Rory was finally able to manage to get out after a moment.

The blonde haired man stood in front of her, not saying a thing. It was unsettling.

"I thought you were my food," Rory explained further for her initial greeting.

"Sorry to disappoint," he replied simply. His hands were shoved into his coat pockets.

Rory was having a hard time reading him. After twelve years she could almost always tell what he was thinking and feeling. But not right now. He looked almost frazzled. His eyes had this look of helplessness that she had only seen once before. Those same eyes scanned her body quickly and suddenly Rory felt very self conscious. She crossed her arms as if that would help hide her body.

She had no idea what to say or do. She had just decided she was going to talk to him in the morning. She was not prepared for this confrontation to happen so soon. In fact she wasn't sure it would happen in person at all. Just because his fiancée was here didn't mean he would be. It was an American holiday so his London offices would be operating as usual and he had always loved using any excuse not to come home.

She felt like throwing up.

"I think we need to talk," she heard him saying, snapping her out of it.

"Um, okay," she awkwardly replied, stepping aside. "Come in."

He took a few steps inside and Rory closed the front door behind him. But then he stopped moving and just stood there and stared at her.

"How are you doing?" Rory asked after a minute of staring at each other.

"How am I doing?" He asked back, sounding almost genuinely confused.

He should just ask what he wants to ask. He knows Rory doesn't do well with having to start a difficult conversation, especially when she's not prepared.

"Well, I was stressed about stupid work shit earlier today. And then my sister and mother came home and that all flew out the window," he continued. He sounded mad. Rory wasn't expecting him to be mad right off the bat.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead, closing his eyes as he did so. Rory just watched, feeling so helpless. She was usually the queen of word vomit for better or for worse. But now even her anxiety couldn't find the words to say.

"Rory," he started, looking at her again. "Is it true? Are you pregnant?"

Rory felt her breath getting stuck in her throat. She met his gaze. Confusion and desperation and pain were written all over his face.

"Yes," she replied, biting her lip.

She watched his eyes go wide momentarily, but he refused to skip a beat before his next question.

"Is it mine?" He asked in an even toned voice, almost as if he was afraid of hearing the answer to his own question.

Rory finally understood what her mother meant when she told her that her grandparents looked so small after she told them that she was pregnant with Rory. The shock and fear on his face. He looked so small. The only other time he ever looked small to her was when she first saw him in the hospital in New York right after he almost killed himself in Costa Rica.

Rory looked away for a minute. She could lie. She could lie right now and it would all be over.

But this wasn't about her anymore. Her mother's words from earlier echoed through her head.

"Yes," She told him. She looked back at him, and assumed her face was full of the shame she was feeling. He looked down at her stomach and then back up at her face.

"Oh my god," he breathed out, rubbing both his hands over his face, keeping one over his mouth as he walked towards the living room of the Gilmore house.

Rory watched him slowly step into the next room, unsure of what she should say or do now. She was so full of regret now. Regret that she didn't tell him sooner, regret that she wasn't more prepared for how to handle this. She felt so stupid. How could she really logically think that she could get away with not telling him or him finding out?

After a moment she followed after him into the living room. He was pacing around the room and didn't even look at her when she entered.

"Logan—" she began to say.

"No," he stopped her, shaking his head.

She watched him pace around, occasionally bringing his hands back up to run his fingers through his hair or rub his forehead or cover his mouth again and he digested it all. He could never stay still when he was stressed even when they were young.

Finally he stopped and turned towards her, not quite meeting her gaze.

"Rory," he began. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's so early on, I didn't—" she began to lie. She didn't know why she even did that. It just started to tumble right out of her mouth before her brain could even think it through.

"No," he stopped her, shaking his head. He knew her better than that. He knew just from six words that whatever she was going to say was a load of bullshit.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He repeated, his voice even more firm this time.

Rory bit her lip and looked away. Why didn't she tell him? Her laundry list of reasons immediately came to mind and she turned back towards him.

"Because I didn't want to be an obligation! I didn't want to be your second family that you run away to whenever your wife is out of town or you pretend to be away for business!" She exclaimed. This wasn't how she wanted to say all of this, but her word vomit habit was back in full force.

"Rory!" He shouted back. His face was beginning to turn red as he vain on the right side of his neck was popping out which only happened when he was angry. "What the hell are you talking about?!"

"You know exactly what I am talking about Logan! You would've had to either drop everything and be with me out of obligation not because you wanted me more than her. Or, and even worse, have me and our child as some secret second family that you hide away from the world!" She spat back at him.

"Why would you ever think that I would do either of those things to you ever?!" He yelled, he was beginning to look distressed after hearing that. How could he not realize that all of that had already happened to some extent?

"Because they already happened Logan!" She shouted. "You already chose her over me! You already tried to make me your side piece while she got to be your wife! Obviously I wasn't your first choice and if you tried to be with me after learning this it wouldn't be for the right reasons!"

Rory was becoming flustered. Her face was hot and probably completely red. But all of this had to be said because it was ridiculous if he tried to claim otherwise.

"How could you possibly think any of that is true?! You didn't want me to be permanent Rory, you made that abundantly clear. You didn't want to marry me when I proposed to you. You didn't want us to be in a real relationship these past two years. What else was I supposed to do?"

Rory scoffed. "Since when have you ever in your entire life not gone after exactly what you wanted? If you wanted me you would've made it clear! I was protecting myself."

"I literally proposed to you, Rory! How much more clear could I have made myself about my intentions?"

"That was almost ten years ago Logan! We were so young! I wasn't ready for that, I wanted to at least start a career first before I got married. You weren't ready for it either. You would've grown to resent me for tying you down so young. And I was the one who wanted to stay together afterwards! You were the one that said no to that." She reminded him. He shook his head.

"I would not have ever resented you. I have never regretted any moment I've ever had with you! You could have still had your career. When have I ever stopped you from that? I wanted all of you, not just pieces. So I figured afterwards when we saw each other again that you would tell me exactly what you wanted. You had no problem making it clear to me that you didn't have any intentions of making things serious between us. Even after you had your stuff shipped to my apartment!"

"So instead of talking to me about it you got engaged to someone else?!"

"Yes! I figured there was nothing to talk about! You didn't want me! My father kept pushing me to move on to the next step of my life and you made it clear you didn't want to be a part of it!" She could tell he thought this line of thinking was totally logical.

"I was an idiot!" She shouted back. "My life was crumbling around me, of course I wasn't going to push for something serious. You were the only constant in my life and I didn't want to fuck that up by changing the rules of the game half way through! I didn't want to lose you! But it doesn't even matter now because I did anyway," She choked the last part out. In an attempt to look away from him to keep her tears at bay, she walked towards the kitchen.

"You just never really got it, did you?" He stated rather than asked, following her into the next room.

"Got what?" She asked, stopping and looking back now that the tears had subsided.

"You never got that I fucking love you! I have always been in fucking love with you, Rory! I don't think I've really loved anyone the way I love you. And I really don't think I ever will." He told her.

She was taken aback by the confession. And from the looks of it, so was he. His own eyes were wide. When Logan didn't get his emotions out properly over time he eventually exploded. He had always been that way and she had hoped he would grow out of that eventually with maturity and a good therapist. Apparently not so.

Although, it's not like she had given him the opportunity to react any other way to the situation at hand.

And There had been some improvements that she had noticed. He was much better at having difficult conversations with her now than when they were younger, and bringing up those topics on his own.

She felt beyond overwhelmed. It had been so long since he clued her in about his exact feelings for her. Sure there were a few nights in London where he had drank too much and said that he loved her, or even a few times during sex he had said it to her. She never thought much about it during those times, the circumstances of those situations seemed to make the reasons for those confessions self explanatory.

Apparently she was just so obtuse that she didn't see the truth.

"Logan—" she began.

"You should have told me, Rory," he interrupted.

Before she could say anything, they heard the front door open. Both of them looked over to the front door.

"Lucy! We're home early!" Lorelai yelled from the doorway. "We brought you dinner!"

Rory snapped her head back to look at Logan, who looked like a deer in the headlights.

"Where are yo—" Lorelai said as she walked into the kitchen before stopping at the sight of their unexpected guest.

"Oh, sorry," she apologized, looking at her daughter. Rory gave her a pleading look.

"What is going on?" Rory heard her step-father ask as he walked over to the kitchen. He too stopped at the sight of Logan.

"Oh," was all Luke could say.

"Well that explains the unknown Porsche parked at the end of the driveway," Lorelai chimed in in an attempt to lighten the clearly tense mood. "Although I'm surprised it's an SUV."

"It's the family car. I should get going," Logan told them, doing his best to give an apologetic tone and look to Lorelai and Luke. He swiftly left the room without any other remarks from the older couple. However, Rory was following close behind.

She followed him out the front door and finally managed to stop him on the porch.

"Logan, wait," she said as he reached the stairs. She watched his shoulders sag as he sighed. He turned around and took a step towards her.

His pain was written all over his face. His eyes held so much sadness as they landed on her again. She didn't want to do anymore damage than she already had for the night.

"I'm sorry," she breathed out. It was the only thing that she could think of that wasn't a defense for herself. And she did mean it. She was sorry about it all the moment she saw his face tonight.

He let out a humorless chuckle.

"Me too," he replied. She noticed his eyes scan her body again before sighing and turning back around, descending down the stairs.

She watched him get halfway down the driveway before turning back towards her.

"Rory?" He called out from his spot on the driveway.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not walking away from this," he stated plainly but firm. She didn't know what to say, so she just nodded.

"I'm not walking away for you… or it," he gestured towards her. She assumed he meant her stomach.

He meant their child.

She nodded again. She watched him turn back around and continue back down the driveway to his car that was parked in front of the curb. He climbed in and she watched as he drove away,watching until even his lights weren't visible anymore.

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