CHAPTER FIFTEEN

RORY

I lay in bed late that morning at the apartment I had fell in love with about a month after becoming engaged to Logan. Colin and Finn had taken Cameron to school that morning, it was only 8:00 and I knew I would be late if I didn't get up now. I gave myself 15 minutes, I was pregnant after all, that gave me right to be late every once in a while. The phone rang and I groaned. There went my 15 minutes. I rolled myself out of bed, getting the phone.

"Hello." I answered my voice still full of my lack of 15 minutes.

"Are you still sleeping? It's 8 o' clock." I never learned, why did I answer my phone in the morning? Oh yeah that's right, Mom almost killed me when I didn't get to her call in time.

"I was just getting up Grandma. I have a meeting with the caterers in an hour and a half." My Grandma, Mom and I had been planning mine and Logan's wedding since two days after he proposed. Grandma had her hopes up to have this wedding before I gave birth. I was 7 months along in early September, 25 more days of planning was going to be the end of me.

"Great. Did we decide on the salmon puffs?" I looked at my list of various expensive foods Grandma has insisted on.

"I have them on the list."

"I think that's a good choice. Do you have your dress yet?" I knew she couldn't be talking about my wedding dress. My dress was custom made and was due to arrive next week.

"What dress?" I asked.

"Thank dress for the engagement party next week."

"Engagement party?" I tended to space out when Grandma talked to me after work.

"I told you about it last week, remember?" I didn't remember a thing about it but could imagine her face if I told her about spacing out.

"Oh yeah. Sorry Grandma. I haven't had any coffee yet. Of course I remember, I'm getting my dress after meeting with the caters." I was supposed to be back at work by 11, guess I was going to be a little late. Ok, more than a little late, especially if I called Steph. Ok then it was settled.

"Ok well, the party is Thursday at 8." She informed me.

"We'll be there."

"Alright. Bye Rory." Grandma said, Handing up. I called Steph and invited her shopping.

STEPH

I met Rory at 10:30 and we walked around, going in shops. We looked at the fancy dresses, Rory and I went over the non-approved color list.

"Red." I tried.

"Tomato." She rejected quickly.

"Orange." I offered again.

"Pumpkin." I almost laughed at her comparing herself to a pumpkin.

"Black."

"Ninja."

"Ninja? Really?" I questioned her. How in the world could she think she looked like a ninja in a black dress? Pregnancy was really making Rory crazy.

"Yes, with my swollen ankles, never." I wasn't sure how to respond to that. I pulled out a light blue dress that matches Rory's eyes. I couldn't wait to see why she couldn't wear this one. It was perfect for her."

"Oh my gosh. It's gorgeous!" She went into the dressing room and came out a minute later with a smile.

"This is the one." She told me.

"Great. There is a shoe shop down the street. I saw matching shoes in the window." I told her, we paid and left, entering another store a minute later. Rory pulled out 3 pairs of light blue heels.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked her, I had been curious about this for a while now.

"Sure." She tried on the first pair, having trouble getting in them.

"What about Logan's parents. Do they know? Have they even contacted you or Logan?"

"As far as I know, they don't know I'm pregnant but I seriously doubt they don't know about the wedding. Yesterday some stranger walked up to me and congratulated me on snatching up such a prize."

"You're 7 months pregnant. I thought you would have told them by now."

"I thought so too, but I haven't seen them in months. Things are peaceful."

"They are going to find out and be pissed."

"I can imagine." She responded. I knew she knew they were going to be mad. "We are going to tell them." Rory tired on another pair. It was the 4th not to fit.

"That's it! I'm wearing slippers!" She exclaimed, walking away.

LOGAN

Rory, Cameron, and I got out of the car in front of Emily and Richard's house. Rory took my hand while I knocked on the door. I think we both knew that we were going to be bombarded with questions but that didn't bother me much. These were the same people that had questioned me my entire life. I was more worried about Rory. She didn't have much experience with avoiding questions, plus the closer she got to her due day, the more emotional she got. I couldn't imagine what November was going to be like. I could just imagine her yelling at someone who was asking about Cameron. This was going to a long night, I could already tell. Just wait until Emily saw Rory's flats. I had to bribe her with coffee to get her not to wear slippers. The door flung open, Emily on the other side.

"You're finally here!" Emily exclaimed. "Your 20 minutes late to your own party! How does that look?" It has taken forever to get out of the house.

"Sorry Grandma, I'm not moving too fast these days because of my fat stomach, you could just tell your guest that, or that we had to stop 3 times the way over here because I have to pee every 10 minutes." Rory told Emily. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't dare.

"Well, just get in here quickly. Your mother is in the living room with all the guest." She moved aside to let us in.

"Rory! What are you wearing?" Emily finally looked down at Rory's feet.

"Clothes." Rory answered sarcastically.

"I mean on your feet!"

"Oh, shoes." Rory was really batting a thousand tonight.

"They're flats!" Emily exclaimed again.

"My feet wouldn't fit in heels." Rory said before walking away. Cameron and I quickly followed, knowing better than staying and feeling the wrath of Emily. Lorelai came up to us.

"Look at Mom's face. She looks like she is going to explode. I knew I should have brought my camera. Why are you so late anyway?" Rory opened her mouth to say something smart ass-y, guaranteed, but I interrupted.

"It took me a while to get pretty." It was all I could think of. Cameron giggled.

"Rory, are you aware that you are marrying a metrosexual?" Lorelai joked.

"I know it." Rory said back while we found a place to sit down. People came up to congratulate us. I was actually impressed on the amount of people Emily could pull together. There were people here I hadn't seen since I was 10. I kissed Rory and went to get us drinks. I walked through the crowd of people and had to look twice and the two people walking my way. I couldn't believe they had the nerve to show up.

"Logan!" My parents reached me. A chill went up my spine at the sound of my Mother's voice.

"You're here!" Then it hit me, Rory was pregnant, and they didn't know.

"Of course we're here. No thanks to Emily, she must have forgotten to send our invitation. Where is Rory?" I looked over to look at them, surely enough, they were in eye-shot. Shit, I thought. What a way and time for my parents to find out. My Mother's eyes widened. They started to walk up to her, as if to get a better look. I made sure I was 2 steps ahead of them. We stood in front of Rory. I wished I could protect her from what they were going to say to her.

"She's pregnant!" My Mother exclaimed at me. What could we do? We were caught red handed. I just hope they didn't make a scene.

"Yes, she is pregnant." Rory tried to stand up on her own. I held out my hand. She took it.

"If you want to discuss this, we can step outside. If you're going to make a scene, you can leave." I told them in all seriousness. They looked so mad; I had never seen them that mad. We all walked outside and Rory shivered. It was early September and starting to cool down a lot from last month. I handed her my jacket.

"Exactly how pregnant are you?" Shira stared at Rory as if she has the plague.

"7 months." Rory told her truthfully.

"For 7 months, you lied to us. You didn't even tell us about the Grandchild you're carrying? This is cruel, both of you." This speech was pissing me off. They're hypocrites. Plus, they never wanted to spend any time with Cameron, how was our new baby any different? Mitchum was oddly quiet.

"Cruel? Kind of like trying to take a little girl away from her family or forcing someone to work somewhere you know they hate? Kinda like that Dad?" I yelled. They were really ones to talk about cruelty.

"That's not the same thing." Shira insisted.

"You're right. What you did to us was worse. I raised my daughter for six years and she is the sweetest thing and you tried to take her from me. You have no idea how cruel that was. Yes, we didn't tell you about our new baby but after what you did, you can't blame us." Rory told them. Way to go Rory, saying everything I had wanted to tell them.

"You know now. You can both come inside and finish celebrating with us, or you can leave. Either one is fine with us." Rory and I walked back inside. I didn't watch my parents but I knew they turned around and left.