A/n: This is where my story gets a little dicey...

Rory's little secret

CHAPTER TWENTY

LORELAI

Lawrence was the cutest baby boy I had ever seen. I could already tell he was going to be a heartbreaker when he grew into a teenager. He was already turning his parent's lives upside down. I came and help a lot, but it was worth the gas coming here looking at the look on Logan's face when Rory was breastfeeding. I was sitting the kitchen drinking my coffee when Rory came into the room yawning. I handed her a cup.

"What time did you get to sleep?" I asked her. She was still writing articles on her maternity leave.

"Sleep?" She drank her coffee like it was a lifeline. My handsome Grandson started to exercise his right to free speech by wailing. Rory stood up.

"I got him, why don't you go take a shower?" She was too tired to fight with me. I picked Lawrence up, soothing his tears by bouncing him in my arms. It was looking as though Rory was getting the life I wanted her to have. She was going to raise her children and she found her Luke. Lawrence Richard Lucas Gilmore-Huntzberger. What a mouthful. Only my daughter could come up with something like that. It sounded important, like he was going to be president one day. His eyes fell down and he fell asleep. He had the same look Rory had when she was a baby and fell asleep. I put him in his crib so I could answer the phone that just started to ring.

"Hello." I greeted whomever it was who was calling.

"Is Rory Gilmore home?" A male voice asked. Who was this and why was he using Rory's maiden name? His voice sounded familiar.

"She's busy, can I take a message?" I asked politely.

"Yeah, just tell her Jacob called." I suddenly became very angry.

"Jacob White?"

"Yes." He reassured my anger. How dare he called, now, of all times. Rory was married and happy.

"Don't call here again Jacob. Rory has moved on and isn't the restraining order still active?" I hung up before he could say anything else. He better stay away. Rory came down the stairs.

"Who was that?" Rory asked me, I couldn't bring myself to tell her, it would ruin everything she has going for her.

"Wrong number."

RORY

My son was only 2 months old when I had to go back to work; he was just starting to sleep through the night. Lawrence was such a genius, Logan and I half expected him to master quantum physics any day now. I hated leaving him alone all day, but we had spent weeks picking the right nanny, an eccentric woman in her late 40's. She reminded me a lot of my Mom, and she only worked when Logan and I had to, we refused to have her raise our kids. I walked into my office that morning and sat down my pictures of Cameron with Lawrence and began working. My first day back and I was swamped with work, editing articles and getting interviews. Before I know it, it was late afternoon. I was waiting for an interviewee to come in that I was lucky to squeeze in that day to show up. This was the last thing I had to do before I could go home and be with my family. There was a knock on the door and a tall man came through the door. I could recognize that tall frame anywhere. The man that I hated more than anything in the world. Jacob White.

"What do you want?" I said bitterly, without a greeting. He didn't deserve one. I had no loyalties to him.

"I just wanted to talk to you. I missed you Icy."

"That's not my name Jacob. You should not be here."

"Why not? We had fun didn't we?"

"Oh yeah sure, we had fun until you decided to put me in the hospital."

"That was an accident and you know that."

"Just go Jacob." He wasn't going to listen to me though. He was stubborn. It had been 3 years since I had seen him last, but I knew he wouldn't leave without a fight.

"How's Cameron?" He asked, ignoring my dismissal.

"Very happy since her Father came home." His eyes widened. He looked shocked.

"What?" His eyes survived my desk, seeing my name playing reading 'Rory Gilmore-Huntzberger' alone with my numerous pictures of Logan and our children.

"You're not welcome here, Jacob. So I suggest you leave now before I call security." He ignored me again and picked up a picture of Logan, Cameron, Lawrence and I.

"You had another baby." He stated blankly. He looked at my finger, which held my beautiful wedding ring. "And you're married." Then suddenly, his eyes changed from indifference to rage as he threw the picture frame across the room, shattering the glass instantly. "I can't believe you went and got yourself knocked up again, did you not learn your lesson when no one but you and me wanted Cameron?" I just wanted him to leave my family and me alone. He didn't know what he was talking about.

"That's where you're wrong Jacob. A lot of people care about Cameron and my son." I picked up the phone and dialed the security extension.

"You don't want to do that Icy." He wanted me, making a fist. I put the phone to my ear and waited for someone to answer. I told them to come to my office now. "I told you not to do that." He picked up another picture, one of Logan and I at our wedding and smashed it against the wall. Then he picked up my gold nameplate that my Mother had bought me after I changed my name and raised it above his head, in a motion that was sure to cause some damage. I knew he would do it too. All I could think about was the last item I was in this position.

Flashback

I was laying on the floor in the bathroom crying and bleeding from whatever Jacob had hit me with. I wasn't really sure because of the blood dripping down my forehead. I was just an argument about what time I could get off work the next day and ended up with him hitting me, hard. I heard the phone ringing and Cameron crying for me as he kicked me again. If he touched my baby, I would kill him. Then everything went black.

End

He threw the nameplate out the window and left quickly, about a minute before security came. I was sitting in the corner of my office, trying to figure out what I was going to do. I hadn't even told Logan about Jacob, he would probably be pretty upset that I didn't tell him. But I didn't like to remind myself about that brief but scarring relationship. I decided to call my lawyer and tell him to remind Jacob of the restraining order and what that meant. It might just upset him further, or it might make him back off. I hoped for the latter. One thing was for sure, if Logan didn't find out about this, it would be a good thing. It was my little secret.