Rory sat anxiously beside Logan in the car. In the thirty minutes since he had picked her up, neither had said more than two words and the silence was killing her.

Deciding that nothing she said or did could make things much worse, she spoke.

'About Jess…'

'It's forgotten. Let's just have a nice evening, yeah?' he squeezed her leg.

She didn't believe him, but decided to let it go. The last thing she needed at the moment was a blazing row.

The dinner was nice. Conversation flowed easily and it seemed just like old times. Everything seemed perfect as they shared anecdotes from the last five years. It didn't seem like that long, though. The way they had fit back together, made it seem like days, not years that they had been apart.

Logan paid the bill, despite complaints from Rory.

'What kind of a gentleman would I be if I let the lady pay?' he smiled at her. As they made their way to the car, Rory decided to broach the subject, she had been dying to talk about all evening.

'I'm really sorry about the Jess thing you know.'

'I know. Lets not talk about it though. We've had a lovely evening. Lets not spoil it.'

'I don't want a lovely evening.' She blurted out.

'You want a bad one?' he was puzzled.

'No, I mean I want a lovely life with you, but I need you to be honest. Be angry, be sad, be something.'

'I'm fine with it.'

'I don't believe you. Just tell me what your thinking. What you're feeling.'

Logan sighed. 'Okay, you want to know what I'm feeling? You kissed another guy. Yes, it was along time ago but you were still supposed to be with me, and it wasn't just some random guy – it was your ex. I only found out today, from Jess who happened to have me pinned to the ground at the time, in the middle of town in front of everyone. So, yeah. Maybe I am a little upset; maybe I am a little annoyed that you didn't tell me yourself. I will be fine though, but what I don't need is you talking about it every five seconds. I need to figure this out on my own.'

Rory looked shocked. 'I just need to know that things are going to be okay. I've sacrificed a lot for us. For you. I need to know.'

'Okay, so is this how it's going to be? You holding me responsible for you leaving your fiancé? I don't need that Ace. I don't need that.'

He got in the car, leaving Rory standing. Winding down the window he called to her.

'You getting in or are you walking?'

'I'll get a cab.' She reached in her bag for her cell phone.

'Don't be silly. Get in the car.'

She shook her head and started walking. He drove slowly beside her.

'Get in Ace. Please.'

She sighed and begrudgingly got in. Her eyes were teary. They sat in silence for a while.

'I'm sorry I shouted.'

'I'm sorry I kissed Jess.'

'I'm sorry I behaved like a giant butt-faced miscreant.'

She smiled 'I'm sorry I didn't….'

'What do I have to do to get you to shut up?' he kissed her.

'That works.' She kissed him.

Rory woke in an empty bed. Logan, fresh from his shower sat beside her.

'Morning Ace.'

'Mornin'. You have to go to work? I mean, you're the boss surely you can skip it. You can't fire yourself.'

He laughed 'Good logic there. If I'm not there to make everyone work, then nothing will get done.'

She pulled a face. 'Not fair.'

'I'll make it up to you tonight. Pizza and movie night?'

She kissed him.

'Is that a yes?'

She kissed him again.

Lorelai poured herself a coffee and looked around the kitchen, focusing on Sookie who was furiously chopping carrots.

'You okay there Sookie? Only you look a little agitated.'

'I'm fine. Absolutely fantastically fine.'

Lorelai was unconvinced. 'You sure?'

'Yes I'm sure. Unless you know better than me? I mean, should I consult you in the morning to see whether I'm fine or not? It seems you know me better than I know myself.'

Without warning Sookie burst into tears. Lorelai comforted her friend, leading her out into the lounge.

'Michel, bring out some water?' she called as she guided a sobbing Sookie into a seat. Reluctantly Michel agreed.

'Sookie sweetie?'

'I'm late.' Sookie managed between sobs. Seeing the puzzled expression on Lorelai's face she shook her head. 'Late. Mother nature's gift; Aunt Flo; big red monster; my curse. My period.'

'Oh.' Realisation hit Lorelai. Have you taken a test?'

'No. I don't want to know. I can't have any more children Lorelai. I can't. I have five. Five is a lot. Five is too many. I can't have any more. I mean, what if I have more twins? Or worse – triplets? I can't do it.'

'You're gonna have to find out eventually.'

Sookie nodded sadly.

'So you're going to do a test?'

'Forewarned is forearmed.'

Lorelai took Sookie's hand and squeezed it, as Michel arrived with a jug of water. Lorelai looked at him.

'No glasses Michel? What do you want us to chug it out of the jug?'

Michel stared at her.

'Glasses Michel.'

'Anything else while I'm gone? Maybe you'd like me to shine your shoes? Give you a back massage?'

'Ooh yes please.'