Just Another Lorelai Gilmore

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Chapter 22.

My phone was ringing and ringing as I searched for it diligently. "Come on pregnancy brain, not now." I said aloud to myself. finally, I yanked it out of the bottom of my underwear drawer, surprisingly not a weird place for me to lose things since I had become pregnant. I let out a grunt as it stopped ringing and 'missed call from Jess' was splayed across the screen. It had been a few weeks since he had been here, researching buildings for Truncheon. The paper, believe it or not, had me busy since then, and Jess was slammed with work as well. I was missing him like crazy, and playing phone tag for weeks was not helping.

I plopped my six month pregnant self on the bed and sighed. A text from Jess popped up, 'missing you, going into a meeting. Hope to talk later.'

I scrolled through my texts, to the one with Logan. Him and his dad were in the states to meet with me. My stomach had been in knots about it and I had somehow talked myself into not talking to Jess about it. We barely had time to talk as It is, and I hated bringing up such a sour subject when we did get ahold of each other. I read Logan's text, which said they were in New York at a hotel and would see me tomorrow. We had agreed upon meeting at the restaurant in the hotel they were staying at. The further away from my hometown the better.

I sat my phone down and left my room. I joined my mom, who was out front with Luke and Tom. The garage remodel was coming along quickly and beautifully. I stood by Lorelai and admired what was soon to be mine. "It's looking really good Tom." I mentioned as he walked by.

"Good, not great?" He retorted sarcastically, but with a smile.

"It'll be great when I'm in there." I turned to my mom who was sipping some fresh coffee. "So tomorrow I go meet with Logan and Mitchum."

Her eyes widened and she dragged me over to the porch to sit with her. "Are you nervous? Do you want me to go with you?"

I shook my head, grabbing her cup and stealing a swig of coffee. Oh, how I missed that. "I'll be fine, I am nervous, but that just comes with the territory of having Huntzbergers in your company."

She placed a comforting hand on my knee. "You know you could always call Jess, that boy seems to do anything for you these days…"

I pondered her words and looked down into my lap. "That's just it. He's done so much already and I feel like my life just keeps piling more stuff on him. It's hard to tell which straw will break the camels back." I hated doubting him, but it seemed to be a fall back I always struggled with.

"Hun, the thing with love is that sometimes, you wait a lifetime for the other shoe to drop and it doesn't. Don't spend your relationship waiting for it to be too much for him. Just live life and enjoy what you have."

"I dont know mom. I know Jess and I have both changed and grown so much, but is it enough for all the drama I bring? I'm just going to meet with them on my own and see what happens. If it goes well, then great, if it goes bad… well then I'll include Jess and we will cope with that when its time." I rubbed my growing stomach where Sophia was currently kicking like crazy. Momma is trying little girl, momma's trying the best I know how.

—The next day—

I sat at a table, a steaming cup of decaf at my fingertips, but untouched. My nerves were on over drive. Why was I so worried? They aren't going to kidnap me, wait for the birth and steal my daughter. Though, with the way I felt, you would think that's exactly what would happen. They're just people Rory, get it together.

"Ace, you're here already. Have you been waiting long?" Logan appeared at my side and surprisingly gave my shoulder a friendly squeeze. He sat in the chair beside me and I glanced up to see Mitchum on his way. "Wow, look at you." I shift uncomfortably as he gazed upon my stomach. "I never thought a woman could make pregnancy look so good, but you do Rory."

I watched as his eyes softened, almost with regret. I wanted to physically shrug it off, but instead I just mentally cursed him. No, you don't get to feel regret for tossing us aside Logan. It was the best thing for me, and maybe even this little girl. But on the outside, I just smiled at him and finally sipped the coffee that had been waiting for me.

"Hello Rory, thank you for meeting us here. It makes it so much more convenient to attend my plans later. So how have you been?" Mitchum was so calm, and I really wasn't sure how to respond.

"Um, well i've been good, how about yourself?" I fumbled with a napkin on the table.

"Fine, thanks." A waiter approached the table and took our orders, distracting us all for a moment. "So down to business here." He looked to Logan and then back to me. "i'm really unsure of how to handle this. I've spoken to a couple people for the best route to take and the advice is so conflicting."

"Really dad? I told you time and time again we have this handled. This meeting is a waste of time." I was surprised Logan was opposing this.

"No Logan, you've screwed up enough, shut it. You've obviously done the most damage you could do, and you need help." I took offense, but only slightly, as Mitchum seemed to be referring to Logan just ditching me. "Now Rory, of course we won't leave you high and dry. This child is a Huntzberger and deserves to be taken care of. Whatever financial needs you have, they will be taken care of. My concern, as shallow as it may seem but is no suprise, is how this makes our family look. Now Logan being a playboy won't be news to media, but with building our empire over in London, I do prefer to keep it… how do I say this lightly, between us and hushed."

I held up my hand. "I really have no financial needs that are of your concern, though I appreciate that. Logan and I had already agreed to keep this quiet. Have you not discussed this with him at all? Because you're sounding out of the loop."

"I assure you I'm 'in the loop' here. What I want, is something binding and legal. Basically, something to state you wont sell this story to the media, finances settled so we're not sought after for child support, etcetera." I nodded my head as he talked, but I felt sick. The fact he thought I would sell the story of my pregnancy just shows his line of thinking. I am so ready to sign something that keeps them away from my kid.

"Fine, done. But in addition I want to sign something that keeps you from coming after me. I Don't want to hear about how I kept this kid away from her father." I glanced at Logan who was looking very solemn.

"What if I want visitation?" Logan finally spoke up.

"Logan be reasonable, and just let this go." His dad advised as he dug into the salad placed in front of him.

"I know I walked away Ace, but I'm not ready to sign something that says I cant ever know my… daughter." His tone was soft and his stare was fixed on my pregnant belly.

"I'm not saying you cant know her, Logan. I wont shut all the doors on you, but I am saying that I want to it to be known that visits will be up to you. That if you never come see her, it's not because of me." Mitchum and Logan nodded.

"Let me call up my lawyer and we will get this started today. No reason to postpone this and waste anymore time." As Mitchum pulled out his phone I picked at my food, noticing Logan wasn't eating. He did this, he allowed his father to take control, he allowed his father's opinion to form his decisions. Yet I felt a tinge of sadness for him.

Mitchum's lawyer met us there in record time, well a bit past an hour, with documents I'm sure he had been ordered to prepare the moment Mitchum heard news of the pregnancy. I read the papers over, most of it was pretty straight forward, I did text Paris some of the jargon I didn't recognize, which she assured me the meaning.

"Well I'm no legal expert, but it seems fine." I finally spoke, after a second read through.

"It's everything we discussed, we're not here to dupe you, Ror." I could tell Logan was trying his hardest to be reassuring.

"And you're sure this is what you want?" I tried to make eye contact with logan, but he kept his head down. I wasn't sure if he was avoiding me or Mitchum at this point.

"Alright, we'll just need signatures Rory… Logan." When Mitchum spoke Logan's name, it was more in a demanding voice than when he had spoke mine. But still, we both signed in all the appropriate spaces. I was handed the copies of the papers.

"This doesn't mean the doors are closed, remember that." I whispered to Logan as we approached the door to the restaurant, Mitchum a few feet ahead of us with his lawyer.

"All this, it's probably for the best anyways. I walked away once on my own, a kid doesn't deserve that kind of dad." I nodded and watched as he joined his father. I knew Logan could have been a better man, had he not joined Mitchum in business in London. But that wasn't my problem anymore.

—SORRY for the pause in updates, life happens, and unfortunately the writing had to be put off some! I do apologize, and thank you if you have come back to Read the update!—