So I posted the first three chapters on the same day because this story is just really flowing for me. Im really excited to know what you guys think about this, I just hope I gave significant warning about the possible spoilers that come with this story.

Rory came out from her room a few minutes later. Her eyes red and puffy and tear stains on her cheeks. I watched her as she poured herself some coffee and sat in the chair opposite me. She looked up at me and frowned.

"He's coming home." I nodded and gave her a sad smile.

"What do you think?" She sighed and sipped her coffee. I knew she would have mixed emotions about whether or not she wanted Logan to come back. She never really explained their relationship with me, all I knew was that they met up in London, he was engaged and she was staying with him while his fiancé was living in Paris.

"I think that, I feel like he's just going to come here and beg me to do something that I'm not prepared to do. He's a wonderful man, he's made mistakes but he's always cared for me. I can't fault him but mom, he's not father material. I can't force him to be." She said, looking into her coffee as if it was talking to her.

"Hmm. Flashbacks." Rory looked up at me confused and it took her a moment but I knew she understood then.

"He's not dad." She said.

"I know but you have to admit..."

"He's not dad." Her stern look told me to forget about it. I sighed and nodded. "I went to see him."

"Logan?"

"Dad. He looks good. He took over his dads business." Rory smiled sadly at me. I don't know for certain how long it's been since I've spoken to Christopher, I'm not even sure how long it had been since Rory had spoken to him.

"Oh. When did you..."

"About an hour after I had found out that I'm pregnant." Something clicked in her brain then and tears welled up in her eyes. "Oh my god. He is dad." I shook my head and looked down into my cup. I looked at the clock and realised it was nearly time for my wedding. I wasn't excited at all. I was just happy that Luke and I had done what we wanted the night before. Rory was there, and Luke and I finally made it official. I knew today wasn't going to be the happy, merry, beautiful day that everyone but us would have.

"Hey. Listen, don't worry about it. Just talk to him about it when he gets here...and take it from there. Oh, shoot..." I stopped as I stood up and turned back to Rory. "I'm sorry, babe but I told Luke." I closed my eyes and waited for Rory to arc up and tell me that I was wrong to tell him.

"That's okay. I figured you would." She shrugged and sipped her coffee.

"Really? Are you sure? You wanna yell, tell me I'm a horrible person?" Rory just shook her head and smiled at me.

"Okay, I'm not Emily Gilmore."

"Wow, that coming from you is a little strange." I said, standing still in the kitchen. Rory stood and put her cup in the sink slowly, as if she was thinking.

"Oh my god. I have to tell grandma!" She started pacing, I grabbed her shoulders to still her and look her in the eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey! One person at a time. Just wait until you see the doctor tomorrow and then we'll worry about grandma." Rory gave a determined quick nod and turned to head into her room.

"Mom? Why are we going to the doctor? I've already confirmed it with the doctor."

"I just need to hear it from the horses mouth." I said.

"But in this situation, I am the horse." She said, pulling her phone from her pocket, and frowning at the six text messages from Logan.

"Well then, I wanna hear it from the pigs mouth." I turned to walk into the living room.

"So glad I'm the horse in the scenario." I heard her mutter. I smiled, she seemed to be feeling better and more herself. I knew exactly how she felt, the inner turmoil that was rumbling around inside her and there was absolutely nothing she or I could do about it.

We spent the next hour in silence practically. We did our hair and makeup, only chatting sporadically about nothing of substance. Giving ourself this time to not think about it. My mother had called and said she arrived a little while ago and she said she'd just see us at the ceremony. I was thankful, the wedding and reception would be a huge distraction and hopefully, distraction enough that she wouldn't get suspicious, as much as I hate to admit, Emily Gilmore knows Rory and I a lot more than we'd like. I called Luke, privately, and reminded him about not saying anything to Rory. She knew he knew, he knew she knew he knew, but just to try and give us all a bit of breathing space, we all silently declared not to talk about it, at least until Rory had a little time to finish her processing.

The wedding really was beautiful, I felt like I enjoyed it more knowing that we were already married, and having a little secret like that made it seem a lot more fun. Luke and I exchanged rings, again. We kissed, again. We danced, again. It was perfectly pretend but still beautiful. Seeing my mother trying to hide her tears in the front row made my heart grow and forcing Luke to dance with her made me laugh. The party apparently went on until the morning, but Luke, Rory and I all journeyed home at a reasonable hour and all went to bed.

"Great day." I said into the dark room.

"Yeah, great day." Luke said, wrapping his arm around me. I smiled to myself at how the fact that we have slept in the same bed pretty much every night for the last 8 years didn't feel the same now that we are married. It felt so much different, so much better. "Oh hey, did you see Taylor trying to dance with your mother? She looked absolutely repulsed." He laughed into my ear.

"Oh wow, I can imagine." I was tired, all I wanted was to sleep, until I suddenly had a thought. I sat up quickly and flipped the lamp on. "We didn't consummate our marriage!" I nearly yelled. I remembered sitting in the gazebo with Rory all night, and then we came home and slept, Luke and I never really had time to be together and do just married people stuff.

"Lorelai." He said with a chuckle. Shaking his head.

"What you don't want to?" I asked feeling a little hurt.

"What? Of course I do, but you've...we have a lot going on right now, I don't want you to be distracted..." he trailed off, running his thumb back and forth on my pyjama clad thigh. He was right, I would be distracted. Not that I don't want to make love to my husband but I knew I wouldn't be all in and frankly, he would be worrying the whole time about me not being all in, which would result in a bad time for all parties.

"You're right." I said in a huff, flopping back down into the bed and turning the lamp back off.

"I have an idea." I turned to face him, not that I could see him in the dark.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't we go away for the weekend? Just one night, we'll go stay at the nice Inn in Woodbury and have our consummation then?" I smiled it him, running my hand down his cheek. I kissed him softly and snuggled into him.

"We're not staying at the Cheshire Cat." I said flatly, he laughed.

"We don't have to, I'll find another Inn." I kissed his neck and rolled back over, pulling his arm tightly around me. One night wouldn't be so bad, Logan was due to arrive in the evening tomorrow and I would have a couple days with Rory, in case she needed it and then Luke and I could slip away for a few days to be newlyweds.