By the time Logan and Rory got back to the inn they had seen most of the town and met most of the people. They had successfully avoided both Taylor and Dean however, which Rory was grateful for. She didn't want to face Dean, especially because now she was here with one of the guys who had helped to break them up.

Back at the inn they popped in the movies they had rented and talked and ate the food that Sookie kept sending up to them.

Rory laid back in Logan's arms, looking up at him. "This has been a really perfect weekend." she murmured softly.

Logan nodded slightly in agreement. "I wish things could always be like this." he said, equally softly, giving her a light kiss. "Your mom is pretty cool."

Rory smiled. "That she is." she agreed.

"Rory I want to move out of the place we share with Paris." Logan said suddenly.

"Huh?" Rory said, surprised at him for bringing up something like that now.

"Its driving us crazy living with her. And we are doing okay. I mean we could probably find a place like a one bedroom or a studio where we can afford to live. Just consider it okay?" Logan insisted.

"Trust me, I don't want to live there either. But I worry about money. I mean you are working your butt off and here I am just attending Yale and not contributing. I can't ask you to spend more money unless I help out too. I'm sure I could find a job."

"You aren't leaving Yale. I can't let you."

"I wasn't really sure if I was going to be leaving Yale, just that I should find some way to make money."

"Well don't worry about that. I'm making okay money and I haven't lost my job yet, so I should be fine. John likes me, I think."

"John?" Rory asked, confused.

"Carlos." responded Logan.

"Oh yeah, I forgot." Rory said absently. "Do you really think it will be okay? That we can afford it?"

"Yeah we will be fine. Rory we might even save money if we get a really small place. I want to live with you, and with just you. No Paris, no Doyle, no crazy scary Paris Doyle sex that will probably end up creating some crazy scary Paris Doyle hybrid someday."

Rory chuckled a little. "You do make a good point. Alright, lets look."

"We can drive back tomorrow morning a little early and start looking." Logan said, excited to get started on their new lives together.

Rory nodded, snuggling into Logan a little. "I hope everything works out." she whispered. She couldn't shake her worry, the strange feeling that something was wrong with her, and that somewhere inside she knew what was wrong.

Rory woke up a few hours later, cramped and cold. They had fallen asleep cuddled together, watching a movie.

Rory stretched a little and slipped out of the bed, tucking Logan in. She had to know, to find out if what she thought was right.

She crept downstairs, to her car and drove to her mom's house. She knew that Lorelai was at Luke's that night, and that the house was empty. Sneaking inside she went upstairs to her mom's bathroom, opened the cabinet under the sink and peered inside. Finally she spotted it, the small box from which she withdrew a pregnancy test. Taking a deep breath she tried to focus on the directions, to make sure that she was doing this right.

A few minutes later Rory turned back to the stick, daring herself to glance at it. She was almost sure what it would show her. It had only been a few short weeks but the changes were enough to make Rory suspicious. Very very suspicious. So it was no surprise when she looked at the stick and saw that yes, she was in fact pregnant.

It should have been the worst thing she could have seen, but somehow it wasn't. She was almost happy about it. Sure it was early, but she and Logan were together, and committed. If they could make it through everything else, surely they could have a baby too. But how to tell him?