Gilmore Girls

Wu Feng Qi Lang

A/N: Oh. I am not even going to bother to apologise. I'll just say thank you very much for sticking with me and with this story. Only a chapter to go after this so yay. Hope you enjoy this.

Summary: Rory doesn't want to do this anymore. (Waves Without Wind.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls nor am I affiliated with it in anyway. I have taken the title from 'Falling Leaves' by Adeline Yen Mah.

Chapter Fourteen: On Top of the World

"Rory! You came!" Christopher said, his voice full of surprise. He stood up and greeted her with a kiss and a quick squeeze.

"I said I would," she replied lightly.

"Sit, sit," Chris ordered. He pulled her chair out for her and moved it in as she sat. "Pretty classy, huh?"

"Very well done, Dad," she smiled.

'Where's Logan?" Lorelai asked from across the table.

"He had a meeting at a paper he's hoping to acquire so we thought it'd be best for him to meet me here. He should be here soon," Rory replied. "You look nice, Lorelai. I love that dress. Very Audrey."

"It's Chanel. Anne-Sophie got it for me at the Chanel sale as a birthday present. Well, a late one anyway," she explained.

"I know when your birthday is," Rory reminded her. She felt two hands on her shoulders. She looked up to find Logan. He dropped a quick kiss onto her lips. "Hey you."

"Hey yourself. Sorry I was late. I had a meeting with a paper we're trying to acquire," he explained.

"Rory explained it to us," Christopher replied. "Do you think you're going to have success with it?"

"I've never met a paper I couldn't buy," Logan grinned. "Lorelai, you look great."

"It's Chanel," Rory explained thus effectively bringing the conversation a complete circle.

The four adults sat in silence for a long, awkward minute before Logan cleared his throat.

"I hear this place has really good Creme Brulee," Logan offered. "My friends have raved about it."

"I don't know. We went to this one place near Yale that had the best Creme Brulee I've ever eaten to this day. It has a lot to live up too," Christopher disagreed.

Rory, Lorelai and Christopher exchanged a glance as they remembered the eventful Yale Parents Weekend. It was one of the last weekends before everything changed, before everything... but this wasn't them time or place to dwell on that. This was meant to be a thank you dinner and it was going to stay that way. Veering into any other territory was dangerous and was not going to happen tonight.

"Well, we'll all have to try it then, won't we? See if it lives up to the claim," Lorelai said. "So, uh, Rory, how is work going?"

"Really well, thank you. We're getting prepared for Fashion Week so we've been quite busy. Luckily it's Paris Fashion Week. You can't imagine how hard it is to organise moving half your staff across the ocean to watch some designer with an inflated ego parade gorgeous but unwearable clothes down a line of white plastic," Rory replied.

"I know it's not exactly hard-hitting news but I thought you liked your job," Lorelai said.

"I do. I just get stressed. For most people Fashion Week is the highlight of the year but for the editor in-chief it's a whole lot of cheque-signing and wheedling to get your staff the best seats and then having them whine when you can only get them in the third row. And this is the junior staffers who write captions for photos. They're lucky they get to go at all," Rory sighed. She looked at her hands and shrugged. "I love it though."

"You're very good at it," Christopher added and Rory gave him a smile. "So has everybody decided what they want?"

The four nodded and Chris called out for the waiter. They ordered their mains and two bottles of wine which Rory was almost positive wouldn't be enough. They chatted amiably enough while they were waiting but Rory was right about the wine and by the time their meals came, they needed a new bottle of red. Rory reached for it and filled her glass. She spilt a little onto the pristine white tablecloth and frowned.

"Brazzlefrat," she muttered, mopping it up with her napkin.

"Brazzlefrat?" Logan asked with a chuckle.

"It's a... Gilmore thing," Rory answered. She caught Lorelai's eye and they offered each other a small smile.

(They had to start somewhere.)

"Logan? Is that you?" Rory called from the bedroom.

"Yeah," Logan called, closing the door behind him. (Who else would it be? He wondered. Sometimes people asked stupid questions.)

"Can you come in here?" she replied.

"Just let me put my stuff down," Logan answered. He dumped his bag and some folders in the study/Gigi's room. He then made his way into the bedroom. Rory was sitting on the bed trying not to smile. She looked so cute that Logan had to kiss her. "What?"

"There's a spider in the bathroom," she said. "Can you get rid of it for me?"

"I suppose," Logan said, suppressing a shudder. (Why did women always assume that men weren't scared of spiders too?)

Rory waited patiently as he went into the bathroom and looked around. She heard him muttering to himself and then there was dead silence. He walked out of the bathroom and peered over at her.

"You didn't find it?" Rory asked innocently. She stood up and rested her palms against her thighs. "Maybe you should look again."

"I didn't find a spider but I found this," he said, brandishing a pregnancy test. "It's positive."

"Yep," Rory said. She smiled brightly and nodded. "It's positive."

"You're pregnant?" he exclaimed.

"That's generally what the smiley face means," she replied. She watched as his face split into the biggest smile she had ever seen and within seconds he was bounding across the room and dragging her into his arms.

"That is the best spider I have ever seen," he whispered. He squeezed her tight. When they pulled apart they both had tears in their eyes. Logan wiped the happy tears off Rory's cheeks and she did the same for him.

"I can't believe it, Logan. We're going to have a baby," Rory beamed. "A little baby boy or girl. Are you happy?"

"Ridiculously," he cried. He grabbed her by the chin and kissed her on the lips then the forehead. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she replied. She kissed him on the lips again and sighed blissfully. "I can't believe it. I just can't believe it."

(Good things come to those who wait.)

"That is great news, kiddo," Christopher said when Rory told him the news. "Hey Lor. Come here."

"What's up?" Lorelai asked sauntering over to the kitchen bench.

"It's Rory. She has some news. Hey, Ror, tell your mum the news," Christopher said.

Before Rory could answer, the phone was thrust into Lorelai's hand.

"Hey babe," she said.

"Hey!" Rory cried, still unable or unwilling to call her 'mum'. Lorelai could practically feel her joy oozing through the phone. (Sure things were better but when was the last time Rory had sounded so happy when talking to her mother? No time lately, that was for sure.) "Guess what?"

"You dyed your hair purple?" Lorelai guessed. (May as well try to bring back some of the old Gilmore girl routine.) "No, you shaved all your hair off, you wear a dog collar and you want us all to refer to you as 'your darkness?'"

"I'm three months pregnant," Rory cried.

Lorelai's eyes immediately filled with tears and she wiped them away.

"Wow, babe. That is so so good. Wow. I am so happy for you. Congratulations," Lorelai enthused. She hoped she sounded genuine because she was so happy for her eldest daughter. "Don't you think I'm a little too young to be a grandmother though? I might have to start using a purple rinse in my hair just to get used to the idea."

"You'll be a great grandmother," Rory said quietly. They both knew it took a lot to say those five words and Lorelai appreciated it more than she could tell.

"Thanks," she answered, not having the words to reply. "I hope you'll let me. I want to be there for you and for this baby."

"Thank you," Rory said. "I want you to be there too. Hey, can you put Georgia on? I want to tell her the news myself."

"Sure thing. Congratulations again. And to Logan too. I'm really happy for you two," Lorelai finished. She placed the phone down on the counter, cursing herself for not having portable phones. "Gigi! Phone for you. It's Rory."

There was a loud clattering of feet as Georgia raced into the kitchen. She reached up for the phone and put it to her ear.

"Rory!" she cried happily. "Can we play Uno when I come over on Wednesday?"

"Sure. We can do anything you want to do... within reason," Rory answered. "Hey, G, I have some exciting news for you. I'm going to have a baby."

"A boy or a girl?" Georgia wanted to know. "And when? And can I play with it when its born?"

"It won't be for another seven months and I don't know if it's a boy or a girl. You can play with it though when it gets older. This means you're going to be an aunty," Rory answered. "Are you excited?"

"Very very excited. This so cool," she cried. "Daddy wants the phone back. Love you!"

"Love you too, Gigi," Rory replied. She heard her sister hand the phone over to their father. "Yeah, Dad?"

"I thought we could take you out for dinner to celebrate," he said.

"Sure. Sounds good. Umm, call me with a time and a place. I've got to go," she answered. "I'll see you later."

"Bye kiddo. Love you. And congratulations again."

Rory hung the phone up and sighed. She turned to Logan who was sitting on the opposite side of the kitchen bench listening to the conversation.

"They excited?" he wanted to know.

"Very. Gigi almost had a conniption," Rory answered. "Dad wants us to have dinner again."

"That's three dinners in five weeks," Logan noted. "Do you want to go?"

"Yeah. It'll be fun," she shrugged.

But she smelled a rat. Almost as if Christopher thought he could repair the relationship over dinners.

(And the funny thing was, he did.)

Faye and Gina did not disappoint when Rory told them. They squealed so loud that half the office came running to the door to see what was going on. Rory sighed and with a big smile told everybody that she would be leaving in five months. There were a few genuine smiles, a few jealous snarls and even some tears. But Rory didn't care. She was on top of the world.