Rory climbed back into bed after her little talk with Stephanie. She tried to calm herself as she felt Logan snuggle up next to her. Calmness wouldn't come though, she was so terrified that in a month she and Logan would be telling there parents that she was carrying their future grandchild. Rory knew being emotionally strong had never been her strong suit. It was her biggest weakness, and the only person who knew the hell she had put herself through when the world seemed like to much to deal with was Logan. He had always been there for her; he was the only "therapy" she would subject herself to. Logan had been the one who used to wrap her wrists after she cut them, he was the one who finally found out her secret when she was throwing up after every meal, the one who took her to his beach house one weekend in the middle of December to help her break her addiction to the painkillers.

Rory sighed; he had done so much for her, and what had she done for him? It seemed to her like all she was to him was a burden. It scared her beyond belief, was she just his charity case? She didn't want him to feel obligated to her in the slightest, but the fact of the matter was she could feel herself relapsing back into the depression. She loved Logan so much, but everything else was draining her. Rory was fed up with being 'society's sweetheart' according to the New York Times or as the Washington Post had put it 'the future Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis'. All she wanted to be was normal; to live in suburbia where the only people interested in her business were the people she went to school with.

She sat on the edge of the bed and rolled up the sleeve of her t-shirt, she could still see the faint scars peeking through her ivory colored skin. It was like yesterday in her mind, the last time she gave into the depression, it was the night of Madeleine's party when she had found Tristan with Valerie. That was last time she had felt this amount of depression, she hated herself for considering doing it again, but it felt like the only way she could release the amount of pain she was feeling. She hated herself for leaving herself with scars that would always be a constant reminder of the pain she had been through, she couldn't imagine having to explain them to her children. Rory felt tears welling in her eyes, she couldn't tell if they were because of the pain she was feeling or the hatred she felt toward herself for what she had done.

"Sweetheart," Logan whispered as he pulled her close to him, "what's wrong."

"Nothing." Rory sobbed as she buried her head in his chest.

"Now we both know that's a lie." Logan sighed as he cupped her face in his hands.

"Logan, promise me you'll never leave me." Rory cried.

"Lorelei Leigh Gilmore Hayden, you are the love of my life and you always will be, I swear on my life, I will never ever give you up. You gotta remember, I know everything about you, and you don't see me running do you? I love you for everything you are, the whole package." Logan smiled, a smile that quickly vanished as he saw that he left sleeve was rolled up. "Rory, what are you doing looking at those."

"I don't know, God I just don't fucking know anymore!" Rory balled.

"Don't lie to me, I know the thought of doing this has crossed your mind and I would rather you beat me to a pulp than do that to your self ever again. Understand me?" Logan finished looking her squarely in the eyes.

"Yes Logan I understand." Rory sighed as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'm serious Rory, do it again and I'm getting you professional help, understand?"

"Yes I understand Logan, I get it okay." Rory said as she gently held the necklace around her neck.

"Good, now listen, I promise you, and no matter what happens I will always love you, no matter what. I am always here for you so there is no reason for you to look for comfort in putting yourself in pain. I don't care what is wrong, nothing is too trivial, got it, we've always been able to talk to each other and that is never ever going to change. So tell me, what is bothering you."

"I'm late." Rory groaned.

"What do you mean late?"

"Logan, my period is late."

"Oh," Logan gasped slightly, "well I mean, they can be late sometimes can't they?"

"Well ya, but I have always been on a perfect cycle."

"Ok, umm, well, do you want to take the test?"

"I can't yet; I have to wait another few days."

"Alright, well as soon as you can take the test tell me, and I'll get it for you and be there with you when you take it."

"Okay." Rory said forcing a smile.

A few days later two teenagers walked into a Hartford mansion carrying a bag that held an EPT.

"I can't do it Logan fuck it." Rory fumed as she got ready to toss the bad into the nearest trashcan.

"No, you have to do this, listen to me. You are strong enough to so this and I am right here with you no matter what that test says. Got it?"

"Fine, I'm going I'm going." Rory sighed as she walked into the bathroom. "Alright now all we have to do is wait a few seconds and see what comes up." Rory said as she exited the bathroom.

"I love you." Logan said kissing her as his fiancé held an object that would determine a better part of their future.

"I love you too." She replied as her eyes went back to the test sitting in her hand.

okay, so what do you guys want this test to say? it can go either way . . . i'm really hoping for 330 reviews! love ya