Disclaimer: I may have my own ideas about how I want their story to carry on, but sadly I do not own Gilmore Girls or these characters. If you're reading this, you too are a fan and know this already.

Logan's POV:

I stare at Rory as my brain tries to make sense of what I just heard. Pregnant? Slowly, I realize that Rory is standing in front of me. She is saying something to me and looking at me with a wary expression. I'm smiling, I realize.

"Logan? I'm sorry. Are you ok? What are you thinking? Logan? I'm sorry!"

I cut her off with a fast, hard kiss. "Please, Ace. Stop saying you're sorry. Want something to drink? Come upstairs. Are you okay to climb up the stairs? Are you supposed to fly when you're pregnant?" I sound like an idiot. Honour flew when she was pregnant with the twins, didn't she? Rory smiles, for the first time since I opened the door.

"Sure, a drink sounds good. I know that Gilmore Girls aren't big on sports but I think I'll manage the stairs, thanks. And the doctor said that flying is fine right now" she says, leading the way up to the living room. She sits down on the couch and I sit beside her.

"So…. Rory. Did the doctor say… could they tell… am I for sure the father?" I whisper, trying not to sound too hopeful but failing miserably. She snorts.

"Every little girl's dream really, grow up, become a mistress, then sneak past your lover's fiancé to have him ask you if he is your baby's father." She looks the other way.

"Hey, I'm sorry" I grab her chin gently and turn her face back towards me. "I just didn't want to assume, I know we were Vegas and there was Paul…" my voice trails off.

"I know," she says, then, "I know," softer that time. "Its definitely yours, I haven't… you know…been with anyone else in months. The doctor tells me I'm about 7 weeks pregnant. I've been freaking out. I'm sorry Logan, I didn't mean for this to happen, to put you in this position. And Odette saw me, downstairs just now! Did I tell you that? Now you're not going to be able to keep this from her if you want to. You're going to have to tell your fiancé that you got your mistress pregnant!"

I smile. "Stop calling yourself my mistress Ace!"

"But that's what I am! I'm a mistress and a homewrecker and –" she's starting to get worked up again.

I cut her off, "Ace! You are not a homewrecker or a mistress. I'm not going to marry Odette." I look her in the eyes as I say this, willing her to hear the sincerity, to feel my love for her. She starts to cry again. Shit. "Ace, what's wrong?"

"I-I-I'm soo-rrry. I can't help it. Hormones." She sniffs. "I don't want you to call off your engagement because of me. I don't want you to feel like you have to be with me because I'm pregnant. I'm not trying to trap you."

Trap me? Is she crazy? I've been dreaming of us becoming a family for nearly a decade. "Rory" she looks up at me. She knows if I'm using her name it is serious. "I will never think of you as an obligation. I want to be with you. I have always wanted to be with you. I have wanted you to be my family since I woke up in the hospital after Costa Rica… maybe even before then. Did you get my voicemail?" She shakes her head no. I smile softly and wipe the tears off of her cheek. "I'm going to get us those drinks. Do me a favour will you? Listen to your voicemail message while I'm getting them?" She nods as I stand and make my way into the kitchen.

Can pregnant women drink coffee? I don't think so. Do I want to be the person telling Rory she can't have coffee? I decide to make a pot of coffee and put it on a tray with some mugs. I add a pitcher of water to the tray for good measure and make my way back out to the living room. Rory is sitting in the same place I left her, staring at her phone. "Ace?" I ask tentatively. "Did you listen to it?"

She looks up at me hopefully "You really ended things with Odette? Before I got here? You don't feel trapped?"

Rory's POV

I watch Logan walk out of the living room before I pick up my phone. One missed call – one voicemail message. I bring the phone to my ear and listen to Logan's message. I listen to it again. And a third time. When I hang up the phone my mind is racing, and for the first time since I ended things with Logan in New Hampshire I feel hope surge through me. What does this mean? I'm staring at my phone when Logan walks back into the room carrying a tray.

"Ace?" he says, putting the tray down on the coffee table. God that coffee smells good. Maybe two cups of coffee a day is ok. "Did you listen to it?"

I look up at him. "You really ended things with Odette? Before I got here?" He smiles and nods, then sits back down beside me on the couch. I pour myself a glass of water.

"You don't think this is a mistake?" I ask timidly, ashamed at the thought but unable to hold it in.

"Hey. Our baby is not a mistake. Just one hell of a surprise" he responds, sounding so confident.

"You keep smiling" I say to him, "How are you not freaking out about this Logan?"

"I'll admit that I was not expecting you to show up here today, but I'm glad that you did. I never in a million years would have guessed that you were here to tell me that we're having a baby. But Ace – when the love of my life shows up on my doorstep and tells me that she loves me, I'm going to smile"

My mind is racing again "Love of your life? That's what Finn called me too, but…"

"But what Ace?" he's looking at me patiently and as hard as I am trying to not get my hopes up, I feel them rising.

"How can I be the love of your life? You moved on Logan! You asked someone else to marry you!" He shakes he head.

"No, I didn't" he replies. And he tells me everything. We talk about the deal between Mitchum and Martin Dubois. About the conference room in Marseilles. About why I panicked the morning in Hamburg and how he tried to tell me about everything that morning. We talk about why I said no when he proposed to me on my graduation day. I told him about how often I regretted that decision, and he told me how many times he picked up the phone to call me and apologize for turning it into an ultimatum.

By the time we're done talking it's dark outside.

"So you're telling me that Finn gave you responsible, grown up advice?" Logan asks me, "dark hair, Australian, smells of booze and regrets, that Finn?"

"I know" I laugh, "this day has been full of unexpected surprises. He was on his way to Dublin for some hotel opening that his father was making him attend… he said he might stop here to visit you later this week."

"Yeah, he's been spending a lot of time at their hotel in Paris lately, but he always complains that there are no redheads in France. I doubt it took much convincing to get him to Ireland. The land of redheads and whiskey? It's like Finn's Mecca." Logan turns to look me in the eye, almost shyly. "So…will you still be here later this week?". Oh. I hadn't thought beyond today. I was so focused on getting here and telling him about the baby that I didn't plan anything more.

"I hope so. I… um… I was so nervous about telling you, and I just saw Dr. Suzy this morning…and I didn't want to change my mind, so I just drove straight to JFK. I didn't bring anything with me, but I booked a hotel room for tonight in Piccadilly Circus. I didn't book my return ticket or anything yet… I wasn't sure how this conversation would go." I look down.

"I'll cancel your hotel for you, stay here with me?" Logan asks me beseechingly. "We can figure everything out together". I nod, and yawn.

"Am I boring you Ace?" Logan jokes.

"No I'm sorry, I've been so worried about everything that I haven't been able to sleep all week" I think the only sleep I got was on that plane ride over here. And everyone knows that airplane sleep doesn't count.

He smiles at me lovingly, pulls me down so that I am lying on top of him on the couch. "Sleep" he coaxes, "everything is going to be fine.

And for the first time since that stick turned pink, I actually believe it will be.