Chapter Seventeen

"Are you sure Luke won't mind?"

"Rory, I told you, he doesn't mind."

"But mom-"

Lorelai heaved an exasperated sigh. "Rory. Listen to me. It's fine. We'll all go to Nantucket together to see my mother. We'll leave straight after your appointment today. The flights are booked. You know mom's gonna be thrilled though, right? She loves Logan."

Rory frowned as she started pulling clothes from her wardrobe to pack for their trip. "I know but-"

"Argh! No more buts, kid. We are going, she will be happy and you need to stop worrying. And go shopping. Are you sure you're not more than ten weeks, Ror?"

Rory looked down at her stomach. There was already an unmistakeable bump protruding that was putting a bit of strain on the buttons of her shirt. The doorbell rang, and Lorelai jumped up to answer it before Rory could respond. Moving over to her mirror, Rory turned sideways as she tried to examine her new figure.

Logan waltzed into her room and greeted her warmly. "Hey, ace. I'm- What's wrong? Is the baby ok?" Concern was written all over his face as he realised Rory was crying.

Rory flopped onto her bed. "No! I-I'm n-n-not! I'm getting f-f-fat already! I'm gonna b-be fat and you won't want m-me!"

"You're getting fat? No-one told me this would happen. That's it, engagement is off!"

Rory threw him a withering look through her tears. "It's n-not funny, Logan. I'm not even three months pregnant. I'm not meant to be fat yet."

Logan knelt in front of her and grabbed both of her hands in his. "Rory Gilmore. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. You are not getting fat, you're pregnant. Pregnant woman tend to put weight on, or so I'm led to believe. And honestly, you're literally glowing, ace. You are neither fat nor ugly and I most certainly do want you… I can prove it right now if you like?"

Rory smiled weakly. "Promise?"

Logan kissed her forehead. "Promise. I love you, you know that right? This is the real deal here, Rory. I'm not going anywhere."

"Except you are."

"Rory-"

Rory laughed at the puzzled expression in Logan's face. "You're taking me to the doctor remember?"

An hour later, Rory was laying uncomfortably on a hospital bed as the doctor prepared to perform a sonogram.

"Now, we might not see much, depending on how far along we are. You'd be surprised how many women get their dates wrong and aren't as far as they think."

Rory nodded and turned her head towards Logan. "Ready to see our baby?"

Logan just grinned as the doctor continued. "This might be cold. Just try to relax. I'll have a quick peep first, then turn the screen for you, ok?"

Rory jumped as the doctor squirted some jelly on her stomach. She laid back on the bed, trying to do as instructed. Logan stood by her side, holding her hand tightly. The doctor was quiet for a long moment.

"Um, could you excuse me for a moment? I'm not sure about something, I just need a colleague to check it."

"Is everything ok?" Rory craned her neck as she tried to catch a glimpse of the screen. Glancing at Logan for reassurance, Rory bit back the panic she felt rising in the pit of her stomach. Logan looked worried, and he squeezed her hand. The doctor rushed from the room.

"It's gonna be fine, ace."

"Somethings wrong, Logan. I just know it."

Five of the longest minutes of Rory's life passed before the doctor returned with someone in tow.

"Rory, I'm Dr. Jones and I'm the senior sonographer today. I'm just going to have a quick look to confirm Dr. Sydney's suspicions."

"Dr Jones… I'm trying to think of a joke but all I can think is what's wrong with my baby." Rory heard her voice waver as she spoke.

"People usually go for the obvious Aqua jokes, but I prefer an Indiana variation." Dr Jones said as he performed a second scan of her stomach. "And relax, Rory. It would appear that your babies are just fine."

Logan heaved a huge sigh of relief. "It's ok?"

"Yes, they both are."

Rory and Logan spoke in unison. "Both?!"

Dr Sydney smiled. "Congratulations. You're having twins."