A/N: Twelve weeks have passed since the last chapter and now. Logan and Rory are now living together at Rory's NYC apartment.

Rory was typing busily. She was on a roll with her novel. Chapter eleven was complete and she was well on her way through chapter twelve. She wasn't convinced that what she was writing was any good; though Logan and Lorelai begged to differ – she was sure they were biased.

Her cell phone rang; it was Paris.

'It's happened. It has finally happened. I mean, I was almost convinced he was sterile, but he came through in the end.'

Rory was piecing together the snippets of information.

'You're pregnant?' she gasped.

'Well, I'm not running for president am I?' she snapped, adding quickly 'Sorry, the hormones are making me cranky.'

Logan arrived home from work, kissing Rory's head lightly; walking to the fridge he grabbed a beer. He held one up to her. She shook her head. She had been feeling a little off colour all day.

'So, how are you felling?'

'Like death, but it's so exhilarating. I'm creating a new life. Soon there will be a mini-me running around. Can you imagine?'

'Oh my.' Rory could imagine and it was an image, most likely to give her nightmares. After agreeing to catch up of lunch the following weekend, they said their goodbyes.

'Paris is pregnant.' Announced Rory hanging up.

'Are you sure the world's ready for that?' laughed Logan, he looked at her 'You feeling okay?'

She nodded 'Yeah. Just a little tired.'

'Listen, why don't you go and have a nice long, bubble bath and I'll order Chinese?'

'You read my mind.' She kissed him.

Rory sat at her desk. She was trying to concentrate on the article she was writing, but it was no good. She could barely construct a sentence, never mind a full article. She decided to opt for a coffee break.

'I'll be back in half an hour.' She informed Kayleigh, the receptionist. Not that anyone would mind, her being gone. So long as her articles were written and to their usual high standard, they were fairly relaxed at Vida -the glossy magazine for intelligent women. That was one of the benefits of being here from the start, she thought. It was a million miles away from her life on the campaign trail, where she had worked ridiculously long hours. She had loved that time, but this was nice, in a different way.

She made her way across the street to a small coffee shop and ordered a latte. The coffee here was not as good as Luke's but it came a close second.

Sipping it, she sat at an outside table. The September air was cool but still warm enough to bear.

She sent Logan a text asking what he would like for dinner. She was attempting to learn how to cook. The results weren't always great, but she had mastered a few basics. Lorelai had said she felt like she was being betrayed, the first time Rory told her this. There was no danger of her ever being able to knock out meals like Sookie or Luke could, but she could at least boil an egg. Just.

He text back immediately suggesting steak. He loved his steaks and she was getting better at them. At least she knew she couldn't poison him with an undercooked one.

Arriving home, Rory dumped her shopping bags on the kitchen counter. She wasn't sure how she had made it through the day. Her article about the presidential elections was barely good enough for print. No matter how much, her editor professed to like it, her perfectionist streak was hoping they would miss out her by-line. She turned on the oven, and poured herself a large glass of wine, ready to start dinner preparations.

Checking on the steaks, her stomach flipped over. Running to the bathroom she vomited. Maybe she had some kind of stomach bug. Everytime she attempted to return to the kitchen, the smell of the cooking meat, sent her running back to the bathroom.

When Logan returned, the smoke filled kitchen was deserted.

Turning off the stove, her went in search of her. 'Ace?' He found her slumped on the bathroom floor, her head resting on her knees.

'You okay Ace?'

'Never better' she replied sarcastically.

'Come one.' He helped her to bed and spent the remainder of the evening playing nurse.

Next morning she woke, next to a fully clothed Logan. She stood to go to the bathroom, disturbing him.

'Hey.' He said softly. 'How's my little patient feeling?'

'Shocking.' She replied. She felt weak and queasy.

'Do you want me to get you anything? Coffee? Juice? Toast?'

She shook her head. The thought of any of those things was enough to make her feel ill.

'I'll get you water.'

She shook her head. She just wanted to sleep.

'You need to keep your fluid intake up. Listen to me Ace.'

Reluctantly she nodded.

She had insisted Logan go to work, and when he returned that evening, she was still in bed, having only moved to go to the bathroom.

'How are you feeling?' he enquired, when she awoke.

'A little better.' She did feel better for having had a good night –and days – sleep. It probably was a bug.

'What do you fancy for dinner?'

'Cheeseburger and fries.' She answered, realising how hungry she was.

He laughed 'I was thinking something a bit lighter?'

She pulled a face until he relented.

'Okay, you're the boss.'

Rory had a shower and changed into her favourite sweats, while she waited for Logan to return with food. She really was hungry, she could eat ten burgers easily.

'Honey, I'm home.' He called. 'Just as requested: cheeseburger and fries with all the trimmings.'

'Yum.' She greeted him. 'Smells….' Gross, she thought. The smell turned her stomach again and sent her dashing to the bathroom one more time.