A/N Six months have elapsed since the last chapter. In that time, Rory has gone on maternity leave, and she and Logan are starting to look for a house.

Rory emerged from the bathroom and took the glass of water Logan was holding out to her. She took a sip.

'How are you feeling?'

'I think that is the dumbest question you have ever asked.'

'Sorry. Hey, I was thinking about maybe going to that new restaurant tonight? Really spoil you?'

Rory nodded. 'Sure. God knows what I'm going to find to wear though.' She patted her ever-growing bump 'Unless you have a spare tent lying around.'

'You look gorgeous.' He kissed her forehead. 'Look, I really need to be going. Are you going to be okay?'

'Oh I'll be just fantastic.'

As he left, she eased herself onto the sofa and picked up a book. She was re reading Pride and Prejudice for the hundredth time. Her brain was too mushy to read anything new. She read a chapter, before abandoning the book. Picking up her cell phone she dialled Lorelai.

'Hey.'

'Mom I am going out of my mind here. I am so bored. I can't even read 'cause I'm so uncomfortable. You have got no idea how uncomfortable I am.'

'Believe me kid, I know.'

'I want it out now.'

'I know you don't really want to hear this, but enjoy the peace while you can. Before you know it you're going to be up to your ears in dirty diapers and bottles. Just relax.'

'I am relaxed!' snapped Rory.

'Look kid, I'd love to help but I have this peanut butter conference here and I'm really busy. Why don't you phone Paris? I'm sure she's just as fed up as you are. You know what they say – misery loves company.'

Rory didn't really feel like a day with Paris, but she was desperate. Unsurprisingly, Paris was only too eager to meet for lunch. Rory struggled to fit herself into a pair of maternity jeans and attempted to make herself look presentable. She had missed the blooming part of pregnancy. She had felt awful for the majority. Once the sickness subsided, she was sure things would be picked up, but the nausea had been replaced with heartburn, backache and swollen ankles. She kept herself going with the knowledge she only had a few weeks left. Though, at times that terrified her more. She wasn't sure she was cut out to be a mother. Her mom had always made it look so easy, but she was sure it wasn't. Plus, there was the labour itself to deal with. No amount of videos would prepare her for that part. She remembered how Lorelai had described it – doing the splits over a crate of dynamite. She tried to push the thought form her mind. The baby had to come out; there was no other way. She would just have to get on with it. At least she only had the one baby to get out.

Paris was waiting for her when she got there.

'About time.' She snapped.

'Sorry.' Rory glanced at her watch. They had arranged to meet at one; it was now five past.

'Can we hurry up and order? I am starving.'

Rory picked up a menu. 'Mmm…'

'Today would be good.' She summoned a waiter with a click of her fingers.

'I'll have the soup of the day to start, followed by steak – medium and fries, salad and onion rings. And extra fries.'

'I'll have the same.' Rory hadn't had the time to look. She was just glad her meat aversion had eased. 'Oh, and a diet coke.'

'Oh and we'll have some more bread please.' She indicated to the empty basket.

'So, how are you? You look great.'

'I look dreadful. Now where is he with that bread? Is he baking it himself?' Paris scanned the restaurant. 'Seriously there is no shortage of incompetent people in this city. However any of them ever got hired is beyond me.'

'Seriously,' Rory laughed 'she had one of the waiter's cowering in the corner.'

'So pregnancy has done little to mellow Paris?' Logan poured out two glasses of water.

'Absolutely not. She terrified me and I've gotten used to her.'

'Mind you, you're not your usual chirpy self.'

'Don't even think it.' Warned Rory jokingly.

'I wasn't going to say anything; except you've had a few Paris-esque qualities yourself lately.'

'That is it.' Rory pretended to be offended.

'See?' Logan shrugged at her.

It was nice just spending time together, relaxing. Rory hadn't been so enthusiastic at the thought, but in reflection it was just what she needed. Logan had been so busy with work and Rory had been a bit baby obsessed of late, so it was nice to just spend quality time together. There wouldn't be much time for this once the baby came along.

'Hey Ace, I know business is doing well, but seriously.' He watched her devour her food as if she hadn't eaten in years.

Rory laughed. 'Hey, it's not me – it's the baby.'

'Dinners not dinner without coffee.' Complained Rory as the evening drew to a close.

'There's always decaf.'

'I cannot believe you just said that! Decaf? Seriously decaf coffee, it hurts my feelings. What is the point?'

'For people who like the taste but not the caffeine.' Offered Logan realising that he would not win this one.

'I can't believe you would insult me this way!'

'You get more like your mother every day.'

'Aaaw thank you.' She jumped up and kissed him on the cheek.

At that moment her cell phone rang.

'Oh my God!' she said hanging up. 'That was Doyle, Paris has just given birth to a baby girl. As yet unnamed, weighing in at 7lb 5.'

'Wow. Paris has a daughter.'

'Logan.' Rory's eyes grew huge. 'We're having a baby.'

'I wondered why you'd gotten so big.' He joked.

'No I'm serious Logan. We're going to have a baby. Soon.'

'And you figure this out now? I thought you were supposed to be smart.'

'Logan please, I'm freaking out here.'

'You'll be fine Ace. If anyone's cut out to be the perfect mom, it's you.'

Rory sighed. She hoped he was right.