A few days had passed, and Tuesday was upon them. Rory smiled with one hand resting on her stomach and the other one holding Logan's. They were on the way to Paris' office to find out the sex of their baby. Lorelai had called several times that morning with name suggestions for both girls and boys, causing Rory to silence her phone.
Logan glanced over at Rory and grinned. "You ready to find out what you're having?"
Rory nodded and looked at Logan before correcting him. "I am ready for us to find out what we're having."
Logan laughed shaking his head slightly before he stopped at a red light. "I can only imagine the things Paris is going to say to me."
Rory laughed along. "I told her to play nice. But Paris' version of nice, and everyone else's are quite different."
The two rode the next several blocks in comfortable silence. Rory was excited to find out the sex of the baby, as if knowing if the little human growing inside of her was a boy or girl would make it more real. Logan was nervous, he was trying to act cool on the outside for Rory. Of course he was excited as well, but he was nervous. He had never really seen himself as someone who could be a father, but ever since Rory had told him he was going to be one he had become pretty nervous.
Several minutes later when he pulled the SUV into the parking lot of the massive doctors office complex with Paris Geller's name in bold letters that Logan swore could probably be seen from space. After parking close to the door Logan whistled. "Well clearly she's done well for herself."
Rory laughed and shook her head as she unbuckled her seatbelt. "Just wait till you get inside, her face is everywhere. It's kind of like the golden H at your dad's offices."
Logan chuckled as he got out fo the car and shut the door before striding over to Rory's side and opening the door to help her out. Once the car was locked, they walked hand in hand to the front doors, which opened automatically for them. Logan opened his mouth to say something and was interrupted with a dirty blonde hurricane in a gray suit and heels that was rushing at them.
"Logan, Rory!" came the so familair voice of Paris Gellar. A voice that if he had to be honest, Logan had kind of hoped he never heard again. But as long as she didnt start yelling he figured he could get through the doctors appointment without going crazy. He had to admit that he was suprised when the blonde hugged him. He barely had time to ponder it when they were ordered to follow her into an office.
"Are we ready to find out what the little Huntzburger is?" Paris asked after securly shutting the office door.
"I've been ready. And if we dont find out today, my mother is likely to blow my phone up if I don't find out soon." Rory said as her and Logan took their seats across from where Paris had sat behind a desk.
"And what about you Rockafeller?" Paris asked, staring Logan down.
Logan clenched his jaw just slightly. He had hoped she had forgetten that nickname. Taking a deep breath the blonde responded. "Of course I am excited to find out."
Paris nodded and then stood, signalling for the other two in the room to do the same. "I will take you to the exam room. Then go pull Rory's charts and then I will perform the ultrasound myself."
Logan resisted the urge to say something smart aleck back to her, and simply followed close behind Rory, his hand on the small of her back as they followed Paris to a room a few hallways away. Paris stood at the open door and waved them in. "The gowns on the bed. Ill be right back." 'With that and a clicking of heels Paris was off.
Logan stepped into the room, after Rory and shut the door. "Well, clearly she's the same old Paris." he chuckled before holding up the thin hospital gown that Paris had referred to just a moment before. "Well if I knew I was going to get to see you in something this sexy, I would of come prepared." He teased handing it over.
Rory shook her head as she pulled her clothes off and folded them on the chair before pulling the faded blue gown on. She did a little twirl and laughed before sitting on the edge of the bed and looked at him. "This thing is cold. Even if it does make me look like a model." She joked.
After a few more minutes of banter the door opened and Paris donning a white coat and carrying a clipboard and a file folder came into the room. "Alright lets get this done. Rory lay down. Remember this stuff is cold." Paris was all business at this point. She opened a cabinet and pulled out a squeeze bottle and set it on the counter as she put gloves on. Squirting some into her hand she walked over to the side of the table and spread it on her stomach. After peeling the gloves off and tossing them into the trash she booted up the ultrasound machine. Taking a seat in the rolling stool she nodded towars Logan to join the party at the other side of the table. Instictively he took Rory's hand and rubbed small circles on it with his thumb.
After some beeps and PAris moving the scanner around on her friends stomach she smiled. Looking to Rory and Logan's expectant faces she laughed. "Well, looks like it's time to break the circle, a Gilmore Guy is on the way."
Rory smiled. She hadn't of really cared either way. Lane had two boys, Paris had one, she had been around baby boys. As long as the baby was healthy she didn't really care either way. She looked up at Logan who's face was broken into a smile. His eyes met hers and he leaned down and kissed her. "A boy!"
"Everything looks good so far." Paris smiled before removing the ultrasound scanner from Rory's stomach and wiping it and her stomach off as best as she could. "Do either of you have any questions for me?"
Rory shook her head and looked up at her boyfriend. "Nope, Im good." he replied.
Paris stood and pushed the ultrasound cart back to the corner where it had been when they entered the room and smiled. "Two weeks from now, I want to see you back here. Sorry I'm in a rush, todays a busy day. But I'll text and we can all do dinner." Paris gave Rory a side hug and looked up to Logan. "Then I can bust your balls and not worry about wanting to look professional.