Hi ok so I couldn't deal with how unsatisfying both the original and the revival's endings were so I need to write this to help myself sleep at night. No concrete plans to continue it but if anyone would like me to, I'd be up for it and I'd bring in the other characters, too. It's awfully serious given the usual tone of the show but I wanted her to be serious for once.

"Is it the Wookie's?" Were my mother's first words in response to my announcement.

"No, mom, that was months ago."

She didn't know. Of course she didn't know. I hadn't told her that Logan had come to town and whisked me away to New Hampshire and offered me a house and given me one last kiss that still lingered under my skin. She didn't know that I'd spent the last two weeks throwing up the pop tarts I forced down in front of her because that epic last time was not meant to actually be the last time. He hadn't called but neither had I. Odette hadn't posted new vacation photos either though so I assumed they were just going about their days. I wondered if they stayed up late, dancing in the living room. If he played the same vinyls for her that he said he got just for me. I wonder if he couldn't take his eyes off her when they were having sex.

"Then whose is it?" She continued after a long pause.

"You know."

"Again with the 'you knows'? You haven't been to London in months, is it Paul's? That would suck seeing as he just broke up with you did you even have sex ever but he's got cute curls so-"

"Mom" I interrupted her "it's Logan's."

She paused again, understandingly, looking straight ahead. She pursed her lips. "You know it's rude to announce a pregnancy on someone else's wedding day."

"I wasn't going to but-"

She put an arm around me and rested her head on my shoulder. "I know, hun. I know."

"Do you think I can pull off an Anna Nardini and not face him for a good ten to twelve years?"

That made her chuckle. "You know he loves you. You wouldn't have stayed all this time however long all this time is and if that kid still looks at you even remotely similar to the way he looked at you at your graduation, you've got nothing to worry about. He'll drop everything. He'll buy you a house and you'll finally get that avocado tree."

The avocado tree. I do like guacamole still. "What if I don't want him to?"

"It's not yours to decide."

"You decided it. For dad."

"I did and no one will ever know if that was the right decision. But we were young and we didn't know love, I didn't know love until I met you and I couldn't imagine ever having eyes for anyone else ever again. It's different for you. You and Logan have so much history and I may not know most of it but you don't keep having sex with the college girlfriend that rejected your marriage proposal if you don't care. He has the looks and the money and he knows you're a handful, he could skip the drama. And yet, he stayed."

"I broke it off."

"Well that changes things."

"It does?"

"No."

"Mom!"

She smiled at me, shyly at first but soon it filled her entire face. "I know it's not the plan but you're going to be a fantastic mother. Better than Kim kardashian for sure. Remember when she forgot the child in the restaurant and had to go back in in front of the paparazzi? Just don't forget it in a restaurant and you're good."

"Let's hope the apple doesn't fall far from the tree for this one."

The town square was starting to fill with life. People were out to get coffee and go to work and stopped to admire Kirk's elaborate decorations. The snow globe town was now a wedding topper as well. No one knew, I thought. That mom and Luke were already married, that we would scam them all in just a few hours and pretend it was the first time, that my entire future was the size of a sesame seed.

Logan didn't pick up the first time I called him. I pictured him strolling through the park, hand in hand with Odette, kissing her cheek as they slurp on hot cider, lingering just a second longer than necessary, to smell her hair before pulling away. He was probably just in a meeting though.

Soon enough, he called back and I watched it ring. I needed to go through the different scenarios in my head again. I wondered what he was thinking given our last goodbye should have been it. The end. After thirteen years of drama and heartache and whirlwind trips as soon as things got rocky, I was so close to getting my life on a normal track. Maybe he thought I was calling with something normal. Like book details or to ask for another Huntzberger favor. Maybe he just thought I'd missed him.

I called back once it stopped ringing and knocked over a cup to appear busy, nonchalant. "Hey."

"Hey."

I leaned against the counter. The house was empty.

"You called me." He said and it sounded like an accusation.

"I did."

"So I assumed you wanted to, you know, say something?"

"Yeah right, I do, is this a bad time?"

"Are you ok, Ace?"

I hated that he still called me that because it's what he called me when I was his and now he had someone else. "I'm fine I'm ok I just there's something I wanted to run by you." Run by you?

"Ok." He waited for me to continue. "Ace? Are you still there?"

"Yup."

"I have a phone conference in half an hour do I need to cancel that or will you have remembered how to communicate by then?"

"Oh it's a bad time for you don't worry we can do this another time nevermind you know what I'll just email you."

"I was kidding. What is it?"

"I may have screwed up."

"Did you join a vegetable cult too?"

"No."

"Did you sign up for clown school?"

"No."

"Did you bleach your hair again because I really think you should just see a professional this time, my box dyeing days are behind me now and you looked like a zebra for-"

"I may be pregnant."

"May.. be?" He could do the math, it's been weeks at this point I either was or wasn't.

"No I am. Not maybe. I am. I'm pregnant."

A ghastly pause followed and I tried to picture him. Was he rubbing his temples? Biting his lip? Punching a fist through a dry wall?

"I'm sorry." But I wasn't. And I was going to keep it, I was always going to keep it. It would be smart and beautiful and reckless and charming and I would never tire of seeing his eyes in it, even if he hung up now and never spoke to me again.

"First of all I don't want you apologizing. Last time I checked it takes two and I ... assume I was involved."

"Yes." In that moment, I missed him. I ached for him. I ached for him to hold me. I wanted him to climb into my dorm window and for our bodies to melt together, sweaty skin and heavy breaths in the few pauses our lips could bear to part from another. "It's yours." It's an irreversible fusion of our inexplicable codependency.

A door opened on the other end of the line and a woman's voice greeted him. I felt sick. These lustful glimpses of longing had vanished and been replaced by pure dread. I regretted calling him. I should have tried in ten years. He opened what I assumed was the balcony door, cars and chatter filled my ear and he closed the door behind him.

"I don't need anything from you." I clarified.

"Rory-"

"I just wanted to tell you but there are no strings here either."

"Rory-"

"I'm keeping it but I'll say it's a Wookie's if you want me to and I will never hold it against you, I don't need money or attention and please don't tell Mitchum he will have crash my car in a Paris tunnel to cover this up but-"

"Rory!"

I paused.

"I'm coming over."

"No. You have a phone conference." And a fiancée.

He chuckled. "I do have a phone conference. And you're pregnant."

"I'm pregnant." It felt good to say it out loud, albeit making me want to scream for the rest of eternity.

Odette's voice came closer, muffled through the door, but she didn't open it.

"I'll be there, ok?"

He hung up and I didn't know what he meant. He'll be there on the next plane? He'll come over to discuss custody arrangements? He'll send a car to drive me to an abortion clinic? He'll send the family's dynastic plan straight to hell and be there for me and our child for the rest of our lives as we drink ice tea in the shade of our avocado tree!?

So I waited. I watched tv and drank apple juice and waited. Mom and Luke got married and we danced and laughed and went to bed. Then mom went to work and Luke went to work and I sat and waited without knowing for what.

He arrived when I was napping on the sofa and let himself in because this was Stars Hollow and if someone broke in it was to leave a present or clean the kitchen. He tore me from sleep, violently, with a gentle knock on the hallway doorframe.

"Unless you're Santa, go away."

"It's November?"

I recognized his voice. It echoed in every vein of my body and I was wide awake. "Logan?"

"I did warn you." He smiled carefully, briefly.

"Your warning was about as concrete as jell-o."

"Well I'm here." He was still standing in the doorway. "Can I come in?"

I waved for him to make himself comfortable. He looked chic, elegant, in a dark grey tweed coat and shiny shoes. Meanwhile I was in my pajamas and my eyes were red from puking. At least I'd found the underwear box by then.

I sat down on top of the blanket to appear somewhat more formal as he leaned against the staircase, careful to keep a distance between us. "It's not going to be a Huntzberger." I explained and his expression changed from confused yet amused to utter despair.

"It's not-"

"Nono it's definitely yours." A subtle sigh of relief across the room. "I just, I'm not naming it Huntzberger. It's going to be a gilmore and I don't care if I will have to go into exile to escape your mother's wrath but I'm not burdening a newborn with the pressure of a billion dollar inheritance. All great writers were in exile at some point, it can only help my career."

"Easy there, Thomas Mann, I'm sure the name is the least of your problems once the family find out but I didn't come here to discuss names." He moved a few steps closer to me, still refraining from touching me. "I-"

"No! Don't say it. Not now. I know. Of course I know. You put said billion dollar inheritance on the line for a few weekends here and there with me. You betray Carla Bruni who, according to US Weekly, has sailed along the European coast with Hiddleston, DiCaprio and Miley Cyrus, though not at the same time, I assume. The one time I tried to sail with you we both ended up in jail and I quit Yale and I think my mom bought a voodoo doll of you. I have nothing. I have no place to live, no career except the 'Lines' piece the Post has been reviewing for months and your dad will think I tricked you into leaving Odette for me by pretending this child is yours. At Yale, I had a promising future ahead, I was always an aspiring writer, an aspiring journalist, an aspiring traveller. And I still wasn't enough. Now I'm a failed journalist, traveller and soon to be a failed author. If you tell me you love me because it's the right thing to do I will lose my shit. This is what you do, you show up in person no matter how far away you are and you just stand there and look good and I melt into your arms and forgive you but there's nothing to forgive. This is my fault as much as it's yours and I'm keeping it, in case you weren't sure about that, because it's yours and I love you. And I'm so sorry because loving you has been the inconvenience of a lifetime and I tried not to, I tried so hard for so long but when I saw you in Hamburg, I was right back on that scaffolding except I was itching to jump. Because you are the embodiment of adventure, you keep me ambitious and spontaneous and always on the lookout for more and lord knows I'm not ready for this one but I'm jumping, Jack."

"Rory. When I proposed to you in Hamburg, before Odette or I knew about the dynastic plan, when I told you to run away with me and we never got further than my hotel room and the next morning you were gone, I laughed because you laughed but I'd have done it. In a heartbeat. Do you know how many times I was willing to tell the family to get lost to be with you? This was never my idea. I wanted you, from the day I realized I was open to kissing guys if they looked like you. I never wanted to live with a woman until you moved in and I got to kiss that frustratingly beautiful face of yours every morning. I told you I'd factor you in but when I got that job in San Francisco I didn't. I wanted an avocado tree with you so badly that I pushed you, I pressured you, but you were the one who said no. You thought you couldn't have it all and then you had nothing and still, I wanted you. That night in Hamburg has been singing me to sleep for five years, Rory. Do you know how many meetings I've cancelled so I could see you while you're in town? And I played it cool because Vegas but you wanted Vegas. All I ever wanted was you. I-"

"Logan!" I was so scared to hear him say it.

"I love you, Rory. And I should have told you back when you didn't want to hear it but regardless I'm here now and the universe is on our side."

I started crying and he walked over to me to patiently put a hand on my thigh but I didn't want patience. I sobbed against his lips, salty tears running into our mouths but he didn't pull back. I moved onto his lap, that damn tension that had me stick to him like a magnet, come back for more time and time again, was heavy in the air, not that we came up for much of it. I had more questions but I needed his shirt off first, I needed all the little buttons to let me through, let me feel his heartbeat against mine. His grip on my cheek was firm but in one smooth movement, he flipped me on my back, tossing his shirt and working his way under mine. His hands were cold but they would warm up soon, one part of him certainly seemed warmed enough, hard against my thigh. There was no time for a slow buildup, we rolled off the couch, missing the coffee table and a serious head injury by an inch, and I was happy to land on top so I could end our misery. Who travels in suit pants? I wanted to ask but I was too focused on their zipper, their removal, their reveal of his bulged boxers. As I reached for their waistband, he suddenly tore his eyes open. "Is someone coming home?"

I looked at the clock on the wall. 11. "Not for another half hour."

"Plenty of time" he said satisfied, sliding his hands down my back, my waist, losing the panties I'd been so proud to have retrieved that were nothing but a nuisance at this point. Finally, I felt the sweet relief of unison. As he moved inside me, I didn't care that this might be exactly how he looked at Odette or that we hadn't actually talked about it yet. Not really. Having him there, right there, even if just for the day, I wasn't afraid anymore.