Rory slept well again, waking to Logan's concerned face.

'How are you feeling?' he asked gently.

She stretched and rubbed her eyes. 'Hungry.'

'I'll get you some dry toast.'

'But…' she pulled a face.

'No objections, Ace. I love you, but not even you look cute when you're vomiting.'

She managed to keep down the toast, and a bowl of vegetable soup for lunch. Feeling stronger, she ventured out for some fresh air. She hated being stuck indoors. Stopping off she stocked up on magazines, she might as well use this unscheduled down time to catch up on her celebrity and fashion news. She missed these magazines since leaving home. Lorelai had always had a full supply.

Strolling through the park, she stopped off for coffee. This was a sure sign she was feeling better, she thought to herself.

By the time she reached her apartment, she was hungry. Digging a frozen pizza from the freezer, she placed it in the oven, and sat at the counter with the first of her magazines. It felt quite good, to be doing nothing much. Not really thinking, not really doing anything.

She was halfway through cutting her pizza into slices, when the smell of the pepperoni hit her, sending her dashing back to the bathroom.

Not daring to venture back into the kitchen, she sat on the bathroom floor and dialled Logan's number. She got his voicemail. She waited a moment before calling Lorelai.

'Hey favourite daughter.' She answered chirpily.

'Oooh, someone sounds chipper.'

'It's caffeine induced. So what's up? You calling in the middle of the day – such a rare pleasure lately.'

'I'm off sick.'

'Oh sweetie, what's wrong?'

'Just a bug. I think.'

'You think?'

'My body's decided to have a serious aversion to meat. Every time I see it or smell it.'

'Uh-oh. You're not going to turn into a vegetarian are you? 'Cause you don't really eat vegetables, so that's not good.'

'I hope not.' Rory seemed genuinely distressed. 'I love meat. What if I can't ever eat meat again without being ill? No more burgers? No more steak? No more chicken chow mein?'

Lorelai listened sympathetically. 'Oh. I just thought something.'

'What?' Rory half expected some lame joke.

'I had the exact same thing once. Only, not with meat, I couldn't go near cleaning products without needing to spew.'

'Mom, you've always been like that.'

'I'm being serious here kid. You know when that was? When I was pregnant with you.'

'I'm not pregnant mom.'

'You sure? You being careful?'

'Yes mom. It's probably just a bug. I'm definitely, one hundred per cent sure I'm not pregnant.'

Lorelai seemed convinced, but Rory wasn't. There had been one time, when Logan had first moved in, and they had both drunk quite a lot of wine. She had wondered if they had taken precautions the following day, but had pushed it out of her mind. She was Rory Gilmore. Careful was her middle name. Now she wasn't so sure.

Logan got back from work to a seemingly empty apartment.

'Ace?' he checked the bedroom, thinking she might be sleeping. 'Ace?' She came out of the bathroom, her cheeks tear stained.

'Ace?' he pulled her into his arms. Pushing away she held something up to him. It took him a moment to realise what he was looking at. A pregnancy test.

'Are you?'

Rory shrugged. 'I daren't take it.' She said, starting to cry again. 'I'm sorry.'

Logan held her tight until she stopped crying.

'I'm sorry' she whispered again.

'Don't be silly.' He opened the packet and read the instructions out loud, before Rory disappeared into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later she returned empty handed.

'Well.'

'I can't do it' she replied looking embarrassed. 'I can't pee.'

Logan suppressed a laugh.

'It's not funny.' Rory was indignant.

'Sorry.' Logan smiled. 'Why don't you have a drink of water?'

Half an hour later, Rory tried again, but still couldn't manage it.

'You're gonna have to pee soon,' joked Logan 'else you're going to burst.'

Rory didn't even smile. 'C'mon Ace. No pressure. Just do it when you do it.'

An hour later, Rory and Logan sat side by side on the bathroom floor staring at the test.

'How long?' Logan asked.

'Fifty eight seconds.'

'How long now?'

'One minute; ten seconds.'

It seemed to take forever.

'How long?'

'Two minutes fifty five seconds.' Replied Rory, suddenly nervous. In five seconds, her entire life could change forever. To make matters worse, she didn't even know what result she was wanting. She loved Logan and knew that eventually she wanted children with him, she had not thought that time could come so soon. She could imagine them as a family, she could picture herself as a mother, and Loganas the doting father and husband, but her gut feeling told her it was too soon. They had only just got used to being a couple again, and only just figured out, how their lives together worked now. Although, they had known each other for almost eight years, they were still relatively new as a couple this time around.

She mentally counted down to three minutes. Five, four, three, two, one.

Holding the test up, she studied it carefully.