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.
Rory's POV:
The weekend passes too quickly. We spend most of our time holed up in Logan's flat, catching up on all the things we hadn't shared with each other since we reconnected in Hamburg, too afraid to cross over into "serious" topics that didn't fit in our Vegas arrangement.
I had texted mom on Saturday afternoon letting her know I had flown to London before I lost my courage after my doctor's appointment. I had barely hit 'send' and she was calling me, but I wasn't ready to burst the little love bubble Logan and I were enjoying. I sent her call to voicemail and followed up with a quick text telling her that everything was good and I would call her soon.
It's around noon on Monday now, I slept in late and then sat on the balcony savouring my stupid one measly tiny cup of coffee for the day. This is going to be the hardest part of being pregnant I think absently, then laugh at myself. Just days ago the lack of coffee was the least of my worries. Logan is gone to work and I decide that now is a good time to call my mom back. He wanted to stay with me again today, but I kyboshed that idea. It's bad enough that he took all day Friday, we don't want to do anything to draw Mitchum's attention to London or give him reason to doubt Logan's 'dedication to the business'. I quickly calculate the time difference in my head – it's 7am in Stars Hollow. It's early, but I know that mom will kill me if she has to wait any longer.
She picks up on the second ring, "Gilmore's home for ignored and underappreciated mothers, how may I direct your call?" she says in a singsong voice.
"I'm sorry!" I say, rolling my eyes. "We were… busy."
"Dirty" she laughs. I should know better by now.
"Mom! I'm hanging up!"
"No, I'll be good! Tell me everything Rory! How was your appointment? And how did you end up in London? You're still there, so I assume that your talk with Logan went well?"
"My appointment was good. I heard the baby's heartbeat." I smile "Dr. Suzy thinks I'm about seven weeks…"
"Wait!" She interrupts me. "How did you not tell me that your doctor's name is Dr. Seuss!"
"Child, focus." I say firmly, getting frustrated. Honestly. "Dr. Suzy thinks I'm about seven weeks pregnant. She started talking about how she was sure the baby's daddy would be anxious to see the sonogram so she printed a picture for me. And when I left the office I just kept thinking – maybe she's right. Maybe I should show him the sonogram. Everything just felt so much more real when I heard the heartbeat. I drove straight to the airport before I could chicken out, and next thing I know I'm getting out of a cab in front of Logan's building". I tell her about running into Odette, and about telling Logan about the baby.
"Aww kid, you sound happy" she says when I finish telling her about Logan's voicemail message. I smile.
"I am happy. If he had chosen to stay with Odette and have nothing to do with me and the baby, I would have been heartbroken. But I think that my biggest fear was that he would end things with Odette to be with me but I wouldn't be able to tell if he really wanted to or if he was just 'doing the right thing'. But I can tell. That voicemail… I can't seem to stop smiling." I tell her. "Or crying. Is that normal?"
She laughs. "Hormones. Get used to it. That's how I found out I was pregnant with you. Your dad accidently dropped my French fries in the cafeteria at school the afternoon before I was supposed to have my stupid coming out photograph taken, and I started weeping like Sally Fields burying Julia Roberts in Steel Magnolias. He brought me to the school nurse." She's quiet for a moment. "So… you're moving into Logan's apartment then… that's great" she says, trying to sound casual.
I guess she was serious about getting over her problems with Logan. I tell her about Logan's plan for New York City. "Mitchum has already approved Logan's plans for the New York papers and Logan signed what he beleives is the final draft of the Employment Agreement a few days ago. He hopes that his dad will sign the Agreement this week, and then we can fly back to Connecticut together. He'll tell his dad about breaking up with Odette… not about the baby yet I don't think. We haven't talked about that. Then we'll look for a place together in New York" I finish.
"New York!" she squeals. "Oh thank God! That's so much closer to mommy than London!"
"You know, I did hear that rumour. I'll call you when I know more." We say our goodbyes.
I decide that the best way to keep busy until Logan gets home from work would be to try to do some writing. My mind has been in overdrive since I blurted the news of my impending motherhood to my mom after her wedding; I haven't been able to write a thing. Each time I've opened my laptop I end up staring off into space – agonizing over whether to tell Logan or not, worrying about how Grandma will react, where I will live and how I would be able to manage everything on my own.
I sit down at Logan's desk and turn on his desktop. I can't remember if I saved my latest work on the cloud or not. I wish I had my laptop with me. The computer powers on and the welcome screen pops up. I've used the computer many times on my visits to London, so I quickly type in Logan's password – Ace. I stop for a minute. How did I never figure out that he was still in love with me? I shake my head and quickly skim over the last pages of the document saved to my cloud account. I am in luck, this is the latest version. I get to work.
When my phone beeps I'm surprised to see that it is almost 4 o'clock. No more emotional writer's block for me! Logan should be home around 6 o'clock, but he told me he'd text me this afternoon to see what I wanted him to pick up for dinner. I grab my phone and am surprised to see that it wasn't Logan, but an incoming text from Finn: "Sorry I missed you in London, Love. On my way back to New York, let's get drinks this week. I need your help."
Oh God, this can't be good. I try to call Finn right away, but my call goes straight to voicemail. I'm about to leave him a message when I hear the door to the apartment open so I hang up. "Hello?" I yell. That can't be Logan already, it's too early.
"Ace!" He yells and I can hear him getting closer. He comes to a stop at the top of the stairs. "He signed it."
"Who? What? I need full sentences Logan." I ask, confused.
"My dad. He signed the Agreement." He looks like he can't believe it himself.
I look up at his smiling face and before I know it he has picked me up and is spinning me around, his excitement radiating. He slows, and sits on the couch with me in his lap. "Let's go home Ace."