Rory was sat up alone. It was only 4.30am, but she couldn't sleep. She didn't know what time she had gotten up, but it had seemed as though she had been tossing and turning for hours, before finally giving up on getting back to sleep.
'Hey Ace. What's wrong?' Logan yawned.
'Nothing. Just not sleepy.'
His expression said that he wasn't buying this.
'I was supposed to be getting married today.'
'Oh.' He sat next to her. 'You okay?'
She nodded. She didn't want her voice to betray her. He looked at her deeply.
'No regrets?'
She shook her head. 'No. No regrets. Just thinking.'
'You want to talk?'
She shook her head; then nodded.
It wasn't that she regretted her decision or thought that she had chosen wrongly. She loved Logan and always had. She just felt sad. She could picture Andrew now, back home in Kent. She felt so guilty. She had broken his heart. It hurt her and she had been the one in control, plus she had Logan. How much must Andrew be hurting now? Every time she laughed or smiled or kissed Logan she felt guilty.
Logan sat in silence as she poured all of this out to him.
'That's cause you have a good heart Ace.'
She smiled. She still felt sad though.
'Come here.' Logan pulled her towards him and held her tight. He stroked her hair until she fell asleep.
When Rory got back to her mom's house, Paris was packing up her belongings.
'You're leaving?'
'I'm ovulating.'
'Oh,' Rory realised what this implied. 'Oh.'
'Yes. Doyle and I are trying for a baby.'
'Wow,' was all she could manage. Paris had no obvious maternal qualities.
'Yeah, we're on a pretty tight schedule. It's been three months – and still nothing.'
'These things take time Paris.' She was still struggling with the concept.
'Not for me. I don't have time. If I don't conceive soon it will throw everything off. I mean, sure I don't expect you to understand. You don't exactly have a life plan. You don't know from one day to the next whose bed you'll be in that night, but me? I can't live that way. I need focus, and if I'm to be consultant by the time I'm thirty five, I need to conceive sooner rather than later.'
'Well, good luck!' Rory managed.
'Paris as a mother.' Logan laughed. It seemed he was no more at ease with the idea than Rory had been. He passed her a glass of wine. 'Still she and Doyle have been together for a while. I suppose it's one of those things that's bound to happen to a couple.'
'Yeah, but Paris. Yikes. That poor child had better have a good therapist.'
Logan laughed. 'She may just surprise you.'
'Yeah she may.' Rory pondered this for a moment. 'Probably not though.'
Logan had to agree with her. He looked at her for a moment.
'You on the other hand, would make a fantastic mom.'
Rory almost choked on her wine. 'Me? You think?'
'Yeah.' He smiled at her. 'I mean, you have Lorelai as a role model.'
Rory nodded. She had never thought of her mom as typical role model material.
Logan turned to her seriously. He had been putting off this conversation for a while. Trying to live in the moment and just enjoy each other, but a lot had happened during their time apart; in fact, a lot had happened since their reunion just days ago.
'Uh-oh, serious Logan.' Rory felt suddenly nervous.
'We need to talk Ace.' He laughed at her expression. 'Don't worry not that talk. Just about us? I mean, a lot has happened and we need to figure out how we're going to fit into each others lives again.'
Rory thought for a beat. He was right. She would have to go back to work in New York soon; he had his business. The past few days had been great, but they had to start thinking about the bigger picture.
Where would they live? Where was their relationship headed? It seemed incredulous that it could really pick up where they had left off five years ago. In some ways it seemed like nothing had changed; in others everything had.
Rory took a dip of wine. It was going to be a long night.