AN: again I do not own Gilmore Girls or anything else.
The next month passed quickly for Rory and Logan. The contractors finished the attic and the basement, after persuading Logan, two weeks after they started. The furniture arrived and was set up in respective rooms and all the painting was done. The house was finally starting to feel like home.
Three days after they got home from Hartford, Rory was called in for an interview at The Bay Mirror, and was hired as a freelance writer. 'We don't really have any positions open at the moment, but we don't want you grabbed by the competition,' the editor had said when offering Rory the job. She was to find stories and write an article: they could be about anything pertaining to the news. Within her first three weeks she had three articles printed and one was front page, below the fold.
Rory had had her second doctor's appointment, and was really starting to get a bump, which Logan had noticed, and made the mistake of commenting on one day much to his chagrin.
"You're showing Ace," Logan said several days after her appointment. They were out in the city eating lunch because Rory was working on an art fair piece.
"I know. I'm getting fat," Rory pouted.
"Not at all Ace, but aren't your clothes getting a little tight?"
"God Logan, I know my clothes don't fit but they are all I have right now!" Rory yelled gathering the attention of other diners.
"That's not what I meant Ace," Logan said trying to remain calm, knowing that she was just being emotional. "I just don't want you to be uncomfortable or the baby to be squished. Do you want to go shopping for maternity clothes?"
"No," Rory snapped. "I don't want frilly, pink, girly clothes. I can just wear some of your clothes for a while."
"What about when you go to work Ace, my clothes won't be appropriate. Besides, I think that most maternity stores nowadays have more to offer than pink and frilly."
"Fine, we'll go shopping," Rory sighed, knowing she was over reacting about the whole thing but not being able to control her emotions.
"Rory, Ace? What's wrong baby?" Logan asked seeing the tears in her eyes.
"I don't know," Rory sniffled. "I know I need new clothes. I know that I'm being overly emotional about it, but I can't help thinking that I'm getting fat. What if you don't want me anymore?"
Pushing his chair back and opening his arms, Logan said, "Come here Ace." She got out of her chair and quickly walked over to him and sat in his lap. Logan's arms wrapped around her and caressed her stomach. "You're not going to be fat Ace, you're pregnant. Getting a little bigger is part of the process, but you'll be back to normal after the baby is born. And you are so beautiful, and there is a glow about you. As for me not wanting you, that will never happen Rory."
"You're cheesy," Rory giggled, "I glow, such a cliché."
"Might be but some clichés are true, this one especially," Logan admitted. "Now are you feeling better?"
"Yes," Rory said giving him a peck on the lips. "I love you Logan."
"I love you too Ace. But we have to get going now so that I can get all my work finished before picking Finn up from the airport."
"I don't understand why you won't let me go get him."
"You'd never get home," Logan laughed at the affronted look on her face. "It's true, you two would get distracted by everything and I wouldn't see you till late tonight or tomorrow."
Rory laughed slightly knowing that Logan did have a point and that she and Finn did get distracted by things when they were together.
"Ace? Where are you?" Logan called walking into the house, Finn following behind him. His question was immediately when he heard retching from the master bathroom. Forgetting about Finn, he ran up the stairs to his Ace.
He got to the bedroom as Rory was walking out of the bathroom, wiping her mouth. "Why is it called morning sickness if I have it at all times of the day?" she asked testily.
"I have no idea Ace," Logan said. "Why don't you go ask Finn?" He added, laughing when she ran out of the bedroom.
"Finny!" Rory squealed when she got downstairs.
"Love!" Finn yelled hugging her. "Are you still getting sick, love?" Finn asked concerned.
"Just a little," Rory said. "The doctor said not to be too worried, and that some women have morning sickness the whole pregnancy. Hope that I'm not one of those women."
"As long as you and the baby are good," Finn said.
"You sound like Logan now," Rory said.
"Never!" Finn said smiling.
"Come on," Rory said grabbing his hand, "I'll give you a tour while Logan makes dinner."
"Ahh so that's it, you just want me for my cooking skills," Logan snarked.
"Darn, you figured me out," Rory smirked, pulling Finn upstairs. "We'll work our way down," Logan heard her say as she walked away.
They walked into the attic, "This is the game room, or male bonding room, whatever you guys call it. Over there," Rory pointed to two doors across the room, "is your bedroom and a bathroom."
Finn went and looked at the room, "You didn't have to do all this for me love."
"We know, but we wanted to. Plus it adds value to the house."
"I love it sis."
Leading the way back downstairs, Rory stopped by the top of the steps that led downstairs. "The first door on the left is a bathroom, and next to it is the office. Across the hall is Colin and Steph's room. At the end of the hall is the master bedroom, the nursery is next to it, and has a connecting door going into the master." Rory pointed out all the rooms and waited for Finn to look in all of them before heading back downstairs.
Once they were at the bottom of the stairs, Rory said, "The first room off the front door is the sitting room, next to it, and right in front of us is the living room, obviously." Finn chuckled at her sarcasm. "To our left we have the dining room," Rory continued, pulling Finn into aforementioned room, "that far door leads to the sunroom, there is also a door to it in the living room."
"This house is amazing Rory," Finn said amazed.
"I know that it's not that big, but it's good for us, and our neighbors are really nice," Rory said smiling.
"Its homey love," Finn said, while Rory beamed in appreciation. It was then that Finn noticed the smell coming from the kitchen and exclaimed, "My god what is that amazing smell."
"Logan," Rory said as if that explained everything. Seeing Finn's confused face she elaborated, "He's an amazing cook."
Following the smell into the kitchen, Finn saw Logan standing over the stove and smirked saying, "You've been holding out on me, mate."
Logan laughed at the pout on Finn's face and said, "What can I say, I like Ace better than you."
"Play nice boys," Rory interrupted, with an orange slice in her hand.
"Dinner's almost ready. Finn why don't you take your things up to your room," Logan said, shooing him out of the kitchen.
"Smells good Logan," Rory said walking to stand next to him.
"Thanks Ace. You wanna set the table?"
"Sure," she replied, grabbing three plates from a cabinet and three sets of silverware, and taking them to the dining room table. Walking back into the kitchen she saw Logan putting the food on serving trays. "Ready?" she asked, giving him what was supposed to be a quick peck.
Logan hummed and pulled her against him, deepening the kiss.
"Eww," Finn exclaimed seeing them kissing. "Get a room."
"We have one," Rory mumbled, pulling away from Logan reluctantly.
Seeing that they were about to get into an argument, Logan announced, "Dinner's ready," while carrying it into the dining room.
Later that night the three were sitting in the living room, watching TV, when Finn noticed that Rory was asleep, her head on Logan's lap. "She's asleep?" he asked with a small smile on his face. "It's only like 8:00."
"Yeah, poor thing gets so tired anymore," Logan said, his fingers running through her hair. "The pregnancy is making her tired all the time."
"That's ok though right? To be tired all the time?"
"Yeah, Dr. Griffith, her doctor said that it's perfectly normal," Logan said, smiling at how much his friend cared for Rory and the baby.
"So everything's good, she's not working herself to hard is she?"
"No, she's been doing well. She started her job soon after we got back from Hartford, and has already had three articles run. She's only freelance, so she can write about anything, and has already had a front page, below the fold."
"That's amazing. You're lucky Logan. I don't think that there is anyone else in the world like her."
Logan saw the wistful look on Finn's face and knew it wasn't because of Rory but because he wanted the kind of relationship he had with Rory. "I know Finn. Believe me I know."
They turned back to the TV, never ones for emotional conversations. "So when do you find out if it's a boy or a girl?" Finn asked after about fifteen minutes.
"Her appointment is in two days."
"Any preference?"
"We don't really care either way. A girl would be nice, but I think I want a boy first, that way if the next is a girl then she'll have an older brother to protect her."
"True, especially if she's anything like her mother," Finn said with a smirk.
"She won't date till she's thirty," Logan shuttered at the thought of his daughter dating.
Finn was getting ready to make another comment when Rory shifted and mumbled, "Logan."
Seeing Finn's smile Logan cut him off and said, "Not a word Finn."
"I wasn't going to say anything. It's sweet though."
"She also says Dominic sometimes too."
"Who's Dominic?" Finn asked confused.
"The boy's name we have picked out, Dominic Logan."
"And the girl's name let me guess it's another Lorelai."
"Lord save the world yes. Lorelai Aurora, for her tradition, and Gran."
"That will be a heathen child. And probably the most angelic looking thing ever," Finn shuttered slightly
"Like I said, she won't date till she's thirty."
"Gran would've loved Rory," Finn said.
"Oh yeah. She's as blue-blooded as they come, but with her own opinion on everything and not afraid to stand up for herself and her loved ones."
They both pondered this for a minute when Finn let out a soft yawn. "Guess it's time to head up to bed," Logan said slipping Rory off of him gently.
"Need any help with her?" Finn asked seeing Logan picking Rory up and heading for the stairs.
"Ask me again in a month," Logan joked.
At the bottom of the stairs to the attic they parted ways, but not before saying good-night. Logan headed into the master bedroom, and quickly changed Rory's clothes and tucked her into bed before taking a quick shower and getting into bed himself, ready for a goodnights sleep.
She wasn't sure what woke her up, but when she looked at the clock on the nightstand it read 11:47. That's when she heard a noise; it was someone ringing the doorbell. She rolled over and shook Logan awake.
"Ace?" He asked in a haze. "What's wrong?"
"There's someone at the door," she said getting out of bed.
"Do you want me to go with you to answer the door?" Logan asked, already knowing the answer however and getting out of bed grabbing both his and Rory's robes.
"Yes please," she said as he held out her robe for her to put on.
They walked out of the room and downstairs. When they reached the bottom the doorbell rang again. "We're coming, jeesh," Logan said, reaching for the doorknob. He opened it and saw a person he hadn't seen in years.
"Tristan?" Rory asked, stunned, from her position behind Logan.
I know that this is somewhat of a cliffhanger. I'm sorry. I wanted to get something posted. I'll try and post the next chapter soon, but I'm having issues with the beginning of it. I realize that there may be some mistakes in here, I really don't know much about journalism. If I offended anyone with my lack of knowledge, I'm sorry, just let me know and I'll try and fix it in the future. Please review, I really appreciate all the reviews that I get.