Chapter Four

"Logan, I missed you so much. It took letting you go to realise just how much I need you. I made a huge mistake. I should have begged you to leave Odette and run away with me that night, not kissed you goodbye. But I found out I'm pregnant, so now I have to finally tell you the truth. It's you, Logan. It's always been you. Since the day you took my hand and we jumped off that tower together. It's you." Practicing her speech in the bathroom mirror, Rory frowned at her reflection and sighed heavily. "Damn it! Why is it so hard to say those words to him?"

Her reflection didn't answer. There was a knock at the door. Rory raised an eyebrow at herself. "You suck." She told her mirror image, before shouting at the door, "Coming."

Laughing slightly at the fact that she had just told herself that she sucked, Rory pulled open the door. The smile died on her lips when she clocked Logan on the threshold of her hotel room.

"Oh holy mother of crap."

"Normal people say hello, ace."

"Hello."

"Hi." Logan looked pointedly at Rory, who was blocking the doorway. "Can I come in?"

"Uh, sorry. Sure, come on in."

Moving to one side to allow Logan to enter the room, Rory began mouthing the word crap to herself over and over. She turned slowly, filled with trepidation.

"How did you know where-"

"Oh, no you don't, Gilmore. You owe me some answers, don't you think?"

Rory nodded slowly, dread building in the pit of her stomach.

"What are you doing here Rory?"

"I'm pregnant. Wow that was easier to say than I thought. I'm pregnant. I'm having a baby. Your baby, actually." Rory stopped, realising Logan was frozen to the spot. "Er, Logan?"

Logan looked shell-shocked. "Pregnant?"

"Um, yeah kinda. Sorry."

"You're apologising?"

"I guess? I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. I can't be a mother! What if I feed it coffee by mistake? What if I leave it somewhere? My mom did, you know. She left me in a bucket. I'm going to get fat and I can't drink coffee and I just don't know what I'm going to do! I still don't have a job, and your marrying someone else-"

"I…"

Logan couldn't seem to form words. Rory wasn't sure if that was a good or bad sign.

"Logan? What are your thoughts?"

"Well… I need a minute, ace. Just gimme a minute here, please."

"Oh, god. Sorry. I shouldn't have… I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry. I'm just gonna go back to Stars Hollow and leave you and Odette to be happy and I'm just so so sorry, ok?"

Logan's face clouded over at her words. "When is your flight?"

"Tomorrow. Early. Gonna need a gallon of coffee to make it on time."

"Ok. Good."

The word good hit Rory like she had taken a bullet to the chest. She staggered backwards slightly, unable to comprehend what was happening. "Good? You want me to go."

It was a statement not a question. Rory couldn't even look at Logan. Keeping her eyes pinned firmly on the floor, she didn't know what else to say. Logan remained completely silent. The quiet stretched on until finally Rory couldn't take it anymore.

"So, you should go. I have a really early flight, I need to get packed and get some sleep. I'm tired, like, all the time now. I guess that's pregnancy for ya huh?"

As she spoke, Rory shepherded the still silent Logan to the door. She all but pushed him out of it. "Logan? I just want you to know I don't want anything from you, ok? You can pretend this never happened and forget all about us. I won't tell anyone its yours. I'll say it was the wookie. Wookies are cool, no one will care."

Logan jolted at the mention of the wookie. "Do I even want to ask what the hell a wookie has to do with anything?" He shook his head slightly. "You know what ace, I don't even want to know. You should head back to Stars Hollow. I need time to digest. I'll call you when you're back in the U.S."

Rory held back the tears, nodding stoically as Logan walked out of the room. He paused on the threshold, and spun back to Rory.

"Hey, ace?"

Rory couldn't speak due to the huge lump forming in her throat. "Hmm?"

"I really did miss you."

With that, Logan walked away. Giving in to the tears, Rory fell to her knees as she watched him walk away from her. Possibly for the very last time.