I do not own Gilmore Girls, I only wish I did, then Rory would have said yes to Logan.

AN – this is my first fic; I would like feedback on it. I also need a beta for it.

This story will start off in the future, and will then quickly turn into flashback until it catches up with the "present".

*Rory POV

I've only seen my mom three times in the last seven years: at my sons baptism, my wedding, and when my twins were born. It's not as if we live far from each other, or that I don't go to Stars Hallow once a week to see Luke and drop the kids off with him so that they can see their grandma. This was actually Logan's idea, I only agreed because he pointed out how I wished I had been able to spend more time with my grandparents when I was younger, but I wasn't able because my mom wasn't on speaking terms with them.

Luke isn't happy with the arrangement, but he knows that in this argument, I guess that's what it could be called, I'm right, and Lorelai is wrong. To be honest, there are times when I don't like what has happened between my mom and I either, and I've tried to fix things, but our phone calls that we have once a month are superficial and short, to the point of telling me when she is off work to take her grandchildren.

Our problems started seven years ago, the day she demanded that Logan shouldn't be allowed around his children. I don't know why she is asking to see my now, especially since she has made it known how she feels about my husband. She knows that we are a team and that if he is needed he will be right there next to me, not like my father, which she assumed he would be like the day I told her I was pregnant with my son, which was also the day in which she became Lorelai to me and not mom.

~Flashback~

I had only been on the campaign trail two weeks when Hugo told me that we would be stopping in San Francisco in ten days. He told me that he had seen how depressed I was and how tired I looked since I joined the trail and that he wasn't expecting me to stay on the campaign trail, and he had made reservations for me at the Hilton and rented a car for me all under credit card. I tried to tell him that I could pay for it myself, but he told me to think of it as an engagement gift. I just laughed and said I only hope.

The week leading up to the stop in San Francisco, I had started to get sick. I had an idea of what was wrong; most of my clothes had started to get to small. I was even more sure when I ate two oranges for breakfast one morning. I wanted Logan with me when I found out for sure, if my suspicions were correct. After all if they were, then we would be tied to each other forever. It's what I wanted, it's what I have wanted for a year, but I was too afraid of my mom's reaction, especially after she had made her opinion on Logan known several times before he proposed, and even more frequently since I turned him down. This opinion had made the number of calls to her from every day to once, maybe twice a week, I didn't want to hear anything bad about Logan.

When we got to San Francisco, the tour bus dropped me off at the Hilton and Hugo gave me a hug and told me good luck, I was definitely going to need it. I checked in at three thirty, and went straight to my room. I called the doctor that Hugo had given me a number for, a Doctor Griffith; he said she was one of the best in San Francisco. I was lucky enough that they had had a cancelation and was able to fit me in the next day. I didn't know how much longer I could go without knowing if I was pregnant.

It was now a little after four, and I had to call Logan, I really wanted him at the appointment tomorrow, I hoped that he would answer his cell phone. I knew he still had the same number thanks to Steph, she never was good at keeping a secret. I pressed the number two on my speed dial and waited. After four rings I heard the voice that I have been dreaming of for the past three weeks. His tone was guarded, and I could tell just from his voice that he hadn't been sleeping well, he sounded just like he did when he was in London. "Rory?" he answered, what I wouldn't give for him to call me Ace.

"Logan," I said, my voice thick with the tears I would not let fall, "can we please meet? Tonight? I'm in San Francisco and I really need to see you, to talk to you. Please." I was not above begging, I would do anything to see him again, to talk to him, to tell him that we might be having a baby together.

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea Rory."

"It is. I promise you it is a good idea. Please Logan. We can meet anywhere you want. I'll do whatever you want; I just have to see you, TONIGHT!" I emphasized.

"Alright Rory. Five thirty at the restaurant Quake. I'll make reservations under Huntzburger. Do you need directions?"

"No I have a GPS in my rental. Thank you, Logan. You won't regret this, I promise."

"I'll see you Rory," he said hanging up the phone.

I left the hotel at quarter to five, not knowing how long it would take me to get to the restaurant. I got there in good time and still had fifteen minutes before I was supposed to meet Logan. I took a couple deep breaths, and walked inside to the hostess and told her that the reservation was under the name Huntzburger. As she led me to the table I worked on what I wanted to say to Logan when I saw him again. As I rounded the corner, I saw a few tables, it was in a relatively private area, and sitting in a corner booth was Logan.