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A/N: Okay...get ready for a long authors notes...I apologize. I realized that my last authors note was probably a little rash. I was frustrated with the feedback and it caused me to think irrationally which is why I basically threatened all of my readers which is something that I really regret. I would like to thank everyone who reviewed that last chapter and continued their support of this story. Some reviews were good and others weren't as friendly but I appreciated both. I would especially like to thank PyramaidHead316 who really made me realize that what I did last chapter was not right and in the end probably made me lose readers which is something that I never wanted to happen. Alright...I think this was a sufficient enough authors note; it was definitely long enough :-)

Chapter Nineteen: Oops

Rory and Logan walked quickly to Stephanie's dorm, neither of them saying anything. The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a butter knife. They both knew that things were not good and that the scene about to enfold was one that neither of them wanted to face. Finally they arrived at Glocksen Hall and a few knocks later they were in Stephanie's dorm, complete silence encompassing them.

"It's positive," Stephanie said softly, holding up a small white stick. She was sitting on a sofa, dressed in sweats and a wrinkled tank. Her hair was loose at her shoulders, looking blonder against her white pallor. Rory sat next to her, taking her hand.

"It could be a mistake. Those things aren't perfect,"

"It's my fifth one," Stephanie droned, her eyes staring at the stick. Rory took a deep breath, the reality of the situation hitting her.

"It's going to be okay," She said calmly, rubbing her friend's hand, "Everything is going to be okay,"

"No it's not. I'm nineteen Rory,"

"My mom had me when she was sixteen. Just think, you're three years ahead of her," Rory hoped the joke would lighten Stephanie's dark mood but it did nothing to ease her pain. Instead she burst into tears, burying her head between her knees, her hair hanging limply on the sides of her face. Rory looked up at Logan, unsure of what to do. He motioned for her to come over and she heeded his call, gently patting Stephanie's back before she departed.

"She's been like this since she found out," Logan said, talking to Rory with one eye on Stephanie. Rory shifted awkwardly, a question on her mind.

"Uh...is it Colin's?"

"Yeah, she's sure of that,"

"We need to call him," Logan shook his head firmly, his full attention directed to Stephanie. She could see how much is was paining him to see her like that, completely ruined and broken.

"No, give her time,"

"Logan, we can't all know and have the father not. He deserves to be here,"

"I'm not calling him until she asks me to. She has enough stress on her right now without worrying whether Colin will support her or not," Rory looked at him, her eyes wide.

"He'll stay with her, right?"

"I'd think so, but you never know. Things change," Rory wrapped her arms around her torso, feeling as if she needed to sit down. She walked back over to Stephanie, whose sobs had quieted down.

"Steph," Her friend looked up at her, eyes drawn and tired, "I'll stay here with you. If you need anything just ask me. I'm here for you,"

"Thanks Rory," She hugged her, holding her tight.

"Everything is going to be okay. I promise you, it will," Stephanie nodded, pulling away from Rory and resting her head on the top of the sofa.

"You know, my mom always warned me of this,"

"Steph, don't," Logan said sternly, knowing where she was going.

"She said that I was nothing better than a common slut, with no future, and that I would end up pregnant and alone,"

"Steph-"

"And she's right. Look at me, I'm pregnant-"

"But you're not alone," Logan finished for her, sitting down next to her.

"You're never going to be alone. We'll be here for you, all of us," Rory added, once again taking her hand.

"What about Colin?" The fear was evident in Stephanie's voice, a slight quaver quieting her otherwise strong voice. Rory looked over at Logan, acknowledging that she would take this question.

"He loves you and will be here for you. I know it, he's one of the good ones Steph. And Finn will support you. You know how much he likes babies," Stephanie smiled, nodding.

"He always was fascinated by the clothes. I remember we were at Babies 'R Us one day getting a gift for my niece Sara and Finn saw a small jean jacket," She chuckled, remembering the afternoon, "He must have gone on about that jacket for an hour. I finally told him to either buy the jacket or shut up,"

"Did he buy it?" Rory asked, glad that Stephanie had calmed down a bit.

"Yes, he got it for Sara and my sister still attests that it was the best gift she got," Rory smiled.

"See, your baby will have a cool uncle who gets her good clothes. That's always an important thing to have," Stephanie smiled, nodding.

"Thanks for being here guys," She paused, her eyes flooding with tears, "It means so much to me,"

"You don't need to thank us," Logan said, "We're your friends; we're supposed to be here. We'll always be here,"

Rory walked with Logan through Yale's courtyards, the crisp spring air bringing a faint blush to their faces. Stephanie had made it through the night and Rory desperately needed a break from the stifling tension that encompassed that apartment. The campus was beautiful, everything so greent hat you could swear the air smelled of the verdant color. Small blossoms covered bushes, sending an aroma so sweet that bees and people alike flocked to them to catch the fragrance. Even with the blissful sights of spring in full bloom Rory could not erase the night's events from her mind.

"She looked so broken and scared," Rory commented, unable to remove the frightened look in Stephanie's eyes from her brain.

"Can you blame her? She's going to be a mom. Hell, we don't even know what a mom is,"

"I don't know how to help her. I mean, I sit with her and talk to her but it seems like it doesn't do any good. I wish I knew how to make her believe that she can handle it. I know she can handle it,"

"Me too,"

"She's having Colin come this afternoon," She revealed, filling him in on what had happened when he went to his class during the morning. She luckily didn't have any classes that morning and was able to stay with Stephanie, watching her slowly come to terms with her situation.

"That's good, he's been in the dark long enough,"

"Yeah," Rory looked down at her watch, "And he will be there in a half hour meaning I need to be back in twenty minutes,"

"Moral support, huh?"

"She said she would only do it if I was with her," Logan nodded, not speaking. She gazed at him, noticing his somber mood, the slight wrinkles that were formed on his forehead.

"Logan, what are you thinking?" He stopped walking and turned to her, taking both of her hands in his.

"You know that I would support you no matter what,"

"I know, you already do," He shook his head.

"No, I mean, if we were in that situation. I would stay by your side,"

"Logan," She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him as close as her body would allow.

"I mean it Ace. I would be there," She kissed him, her hand resting on his cheek.

"Right back at you," She said with a smile. He laughed, kissing her.

"You do know Ace that what you just said is impossible,"

"It happened on Full House,"

"I have two words for you: prosthetic belly,"

"Okay, now just take deep breaths. You can do this," Rory said to Stephanie, brushing her hair. Colin would arrive in minutes and Stephanie was doing her best to look somewhat decent. All the prepping was futile though, Stephanie was the kind of girl who looked beautiful regardless of make-up. Even with no make-up on and ratty hair she had looked breath taking to Rory.

"I don't know Rory,"

"You can do this. Si se puede," She smirked at the last part, watching Stephanie's lips curve slowly into a smile.

"You did not just quote 'Gotta Kick it Up',"

"Oh, I just did,"

"You're crazy,"

"But it took your mind off things," Stephanie smiled.

"Quote away," There was a knock on the door and Stephanie looked at Rory, her eyes filled with fear.

"Go open the door. I'll be sitting on the couch," She nodded, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern. Colin was at the door, his face etched with worry.

"Steph, are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah,"

"You sounded terrible on the phone. Are you sick?" She shook her head, tears filling her eyes.

"I think we should sit down," He followed her, his body stiff with apprehension.

"Are you breaking up with me?" He asked suddenly, greeted with her bitter laughter.

"No Colin, I am not breaking up with you," He smiled with relief, unaware of the startling news about to befall him.

"Good, because-"

"I'm pregnant," He looked at her, stunned to silence.

"Stephanie,"

"I just found out yesterday. I wanted to tell you earlier but I was afraid and I didn't know how you would react with it all and...," She dissolved into tears, all of it becoming too much for her. Colin moved over to her, enveloping her in his arms.

"Steph, you shouldn't have worried. I love you,"

"I love you too,"

"I'll stick by your side no matter what decision you make," She nodded, wiping her eyes.

"I want to have the baby," She said firmly, her eyes full of determination.

"Okay," He hugged her again, kissing the top of her head, "We're going to be parents," She looked up at him, smiling.

"Yeah, we are," Stephanie looked at Rory, looking calm and in a way, happy."Rory, I really appreciate you being here but you don't need to stay,"

"Yeah, I'll take it from here," Colin said, smiling at Stephanie.

"Okay, bye guys," She hugged Stephanie, relieved that things seemed o be calming down..

"Steph, you know if you want to you could talk to my mom. She knows what you're going through," Stephanie nodded.

"I think I will talk to her,"

"Good, I'll see you two later,"

Rory walked into her dorm, hearing the faint sound of Molly Ringwald's voice from Paris's room. Shaking her head she walked to her room, shutting the door. After collapsing onto her bed from exhaustion she couldn't help but think about the past few days. Just as her life had come together it seemed like everyone else's was falling apart. Paris lost Doyle. Stephanie got pregnant. This maelstrom of pain was attacking everyone she loved and where was she? She was safe in her dorm room, somehow avoiding the entire storm itself. Was she safe? Could she escape it all? Although she justified her complacety with the fact that her life had months before been in shambles, it didn't seem like enough. She may have escaped the storm but the side effects of it were bound to affect her. In the safety of her dorm room the walls around her seemed impenetrable. But walls break, and sooner or later someone, or something, was going to get in.

A/N: Okay...here is the new chapter. I had yet another snow day meaning that I had lots of time to write fanfic (something I haven't done in a long time, yes, I am confessing my utter lack of updates lately). So, anyway, I hope that you liked it. I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible.