Hey guys. I really struggled with the decision whethed or not I would do this chapter in Rory's POV, but I decided not too, no real reason but I just didn't want too. I also don't think that Logan is a bad guy, I liked him enough in the show, however I never saw him as end game for Rory. I just thought the he has a lot of similarities to Christopher and I wanted to use that dynamic. Anyway, Here's chapter 4!
The whole next day was fairly silent. I went to the Inn for a few hours and let Rory sleep in. Luke went to the diner for the day. I got home around 11am and woke Rory up.
"Hey. We've gotta get going." I called to her softly, through her cracked bedroom door. She stuck her arm up out of her blankets and gave me a thumbs up. I went upstairs to freshen up and met Rory in the kitchen, she looked drawn but still put together. "Ready?" She nodded and we headed to the doctor.
The doctor was very nice, she was fast and informative. I stood next to Rory as she lay on the table, having an ultrasound. We saw the tiny, faint heartbeat, heard it even and in that moment, everything became real to me. My daughter is pregnant with my grandchild. It felt like reality had slapped me in the face, pushed me to the ground and kicked me in the ribs. As terrified and so not ready for grand motherhood, a little wave of happiness and pride crashed over me and tears pricked at my eyes.
"Mom?" I heard her but I could stop looking at the monitor. "Mom?" I heard her again as my tears fell. "Hey, what's going on?" She asked. I looked at the doctor and she excused herself. I took Rory's hand and smiled through my tears.
"I love you so much, kid. And, I'm so proud of you. And..." I took a deep breath. "I can't wait for you to feel how I felt when I held you for the first time...after the pain meds wore off and I was able to be fully in the moment, that is." I said, squeezing her hand and swiping away my tears with my free one. "It's the most amazing thing, you know? Looking down at the tiny little human that you just pushed out of your lady parts, you just can't get enough, you're sitting there just imprinting every little detail about their cute squishy little face, their tiny fingers and toes and you're just in awe." I watched her tears fall and I bent to kiss her forehead.
"Mom, I'm so scared. I'm scared that I feel really happy about this. I feel like I should be upset, I should be angry at myself for being so careless." She sat up on the table and I watched her cry, I was heartbroken to see her so mixed up.
"Rory. It's okay. You're allowed to be happy, you're allowed to want this baby no matter how it came about. Don't be hard on yourself about the way it all happened. You're never going to regret anything about this, trust me." I squeezed her hand and watched her face as she thought about my words.
"I am happy, mom. I'm not ready but I'm excited." Rory's phone rang and I grabbed it from the bench for her, seeing Logan's name on the screen. I stepped out into the waiting room as she took the call. She came out about five minutes later and smiled at me. "He's in Hartford right now, he's going to come over tonight and talk. Is that okay?" She asked.
"Of course it is."
Now that I knew how Rory truly felt about her pregnancy, I felt myself becoming excited. I thought about all the little things that mattered to me when she was a baby, knowing how happy it's going to make Rory when those things happen for her. First smiles, first giggles, that pink baby smell, first steps and first words, little baby clothes and tiny little booties. Everything tiny and cute.
We got home around 2pm and we sat on the couch. I wrapped my arm around her and held her close, we talked all afternoon about everything I remembered about being pregnant. Time flew past and we were broken from our giggles by Luke.
"Hey you two." He said, bending to give me a kiss. I smiled at him and he raised his eyebrows, noticing the change of our demeanours, from yesterday. 'Later' I mouthed to him and he nodded.
"Hey Luke." Rory said, he gave her a quick wave. I called Luke earlier and explained to him about Logan coming over and he told me he'd make himself scarce.
"I'm gonna go up and take a shower, Ed wants to get a beer at the secret bar."
"Ooh, tell Ed that he better keep his hands off my husband. He's spoken for." I said jokingly. Rory giggled and Luke rolled his eyes before disappearing upstairs.
"You told him to go out tonight, didn't you?" Rory asked, I gave a fake shocked look.
"Absolutely not!" I scoffed.
"He's not going to the secret bar."
"No, he's going to drink beer in his office above the diner." I said. "But, it was his idea not mine! I swear." Rory nodded. "What am I supposed to do when he gets here?" I asked.
"Oh, well...it's your house, mom. I can't stop you from being here, plus I think it might make me feel a little better if you were here, just in case, you know?"
"Well, I could just turn the tv on and try and zone out. You guys can talk in the kitchen, I guess or wherever." I said, shrugging. Rory nodded slowly, knowing full well that I'd be trying to eavesdrop the whole time.
"Okay." She said. I stood up and went upstairs to find Luke. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to come out of the bathroom.
"You guys okay?" He asked coming out of the bathroom rubbing his hair with a towel.
"Yeah, we just had a chance to talk at the doctors and she was able to open up a little, so yeah, we're good, babe." He smiled as he dug around in his drawer. He quickly dressed and turned to face me. He took my hands and pulled me up from my seat.
"So, I made reservations at a hotel in Vermont." He said, looking at me hopefully.
"Oooh. Vermont, lots of fancy places in Vermont!" I said, grinning. He pulled me closer and hugged me.
"Only the fanciest for my wife." He said softly into my hair, kissing my head. I sighed dramatically. It the first time we've really had time to just be together in two days, I felt kind of bad that he was kicking himself out of the house, but I understand, he says he can 'feel' tension and it makes him jittery. That sentence alone had mega amounts of mocking potential but I let it slide considering the touchiness of the subject. I really wanted to ask him about how he was feeling about the situation, he is Rory's step-father, he had to have some sort of input, opinion, thoughts about it. I just forgot that this was his life too. I knew he would be there for Rory no matter what, he said so himself but Luke is a lonely thinker, he bottles everything until something sets him off. Maybe that's why he's so adamant about not being here when Logan is, he's afraid he might let loose.
"Do you want me to call you when Logan leaves?" He pulled away from me and kissed me quickly. He nodded.
"Yeah. I'm just gonna watch the game and get a bit of paperwork done." I smiled and took his hand to walk him downstairs and to the door. We passed Rory sitting on the couch and she stood up quickly. To Luke's obvious shock, Rory wrapped her arms around his neck and he shyly hugged her back.
"Thanks, Luke." I heard her whisper. He nodded and pulled away from her smiling. He gave me a quick kiss and Rory a wave and left.
"You sure you don't want me to go with him?" Rory shook her head and sat back on the couch. This is either going to be an incredibly hard night or a surprisingly happy one. I definitely could wait to find out. The doorbell rang about half an hour later and I could tell Rory began to instantly panic. I left her to calm herself and I answered the door.
"Hi, Logan." I said, feeling a little queasy at his cheeky and carefree grin. You would think he'd be a little morose.
"Lorelai, good to see you." I gestured for him to come in. "How've you been?" 'Oh just fine thank you, just found out I'm going to be a grandmother, and it's all you're fault."
"Oh, fine thank you." I smiled politely at him. We walked into the living room and Rory was standing next to the couch.
"Hey, Ace." Logan said softly, concern instantly etching his face. I could see Rory's resolve melting quickly, so I decided to step in.
"Uh, you guys want to go into the kitchen? There's fresh coffee, donuts...too." I trailed off, realising that neither person was listening to me.
"I broke it off with Odette." Rory's eyes widened. "I'm moving back to the States and I'm going to buy a house in Hartford tomorrow so that, you and the baby can be comfortable...I mean, if that's what you want and I spoke to my father...he's not too happy with us right now..."
"Logan.."
"But he'll get over it once he see's the baby...our baby..."
"Logan!" Rory shouted. I was stunned. I forgot that I was still standing there. Logan was breathing heavily and staring at Rory, his eyes flicked up to mine then back to hers. I crossed my arms uncomfortably across my chest. There was a glimmer of hope in Rory's eyes. I began to think about the Christopher/Logan parallel, I started to think that my belief that Logan was like Rory's father all stemmed from his behaviour when they were younger. The look of admiration and love in his eyes was nothing like the fear and instinct to run away that I saw in Christopher's the day I told him I was pregnant. Logan was older now, and stable and possibly ready for this. Rory spoke again.
"Logan. I need you to promise that you're going to be here...don't let our baby grow up not knowing their father. I know what that feels like..." her voice trailed off, cracking with emotion. Logan pulled Rory in to hug her. They held each other tightly, tears formed in my eyes and I let them fall. Relief flooded my body.
"Rory, I promise. Nothing is going to stop me from being what you need. You're what I need." He pulled away from the hug and took Rory's face in his hands, he kissed her softly and hugged her again. "We're going to be okay." Logan let her go and turned to me. "Lorelai, I know that this isn't the way you would have liked things to happen and I want to apologise for they way that I let this happen but, you know I've always loved her." I nodded, speechless. "I'm going to look after them." More tears fell from my eyes and I took Logan in for a hug. Rory watched us, smiling. After a little while of catching up and making plans, I left Rory and Logan in the living room to call Luke from the bedroom.
"Hello?" I heard his groggy voice and smiled.
"Sorry to wake you, old man." I glanced at the clock, telling me it was only just after 8pm.
"Oh, I uh, I wasn't sleeping. I was just um, paying some bills..." he stifled a yawn.
"Hmm, sure." I smiled. "I just wanted to let you know that, it's safe to come home in about half an hour...Logan really surprised me tonight, I think it's all going to be okay, you know."
"Well that's good."
"Yeah, they're gonna go stay at his parent's place in Maine for a few days, they're gonna take Paul Anka and spend some time together...so we can spend some time together." Luke sigh, I could tell it was from relief. I've been so distracted the last couple of days and he's been trying to give Rory and I the space we need to deal. Both of us needed to be together, being newlyweds and all. That sounds so weird to me, I felt like we've been married for years, saying that we were newlyweds just didn't sound right at all.
"Okay, great. Well, I'll be home soon okay? Have you eaten? I can bring something home for all of us?" I love this man.
"We haven't eaten. Sounds great, babe." I put my phone down and closed my bedroom door, I could hear the voices floating up and I thought I'd give them some more privacy. I got dressed in my pyjamas and sat on the edge of my bed, I heard heavy footsteps on the stair and Luke came into the room.
"Hey." He said, plopping down on the bed next to me.
"Hey. I didn't realise I was in here that long, I was trying to give them some space."
"No I came back a bit early. I put the food in the kitchen and then I noticed both Rory and Logan asleep on the couch so I just came up here, figured you'd be here." I smiled at him and kissed his shoulder.
"You're the perfect man, you know that?" I said softly. He looked at me and smiled.
"I know you think that and that's all that matter to me." I kissed his shoulder again and giggled. "When are they leaving for Maine?"
"In the morning." I felt a lot more tired than I thought I was, I pushed myself back against the headboard and slumped down on the bed a bit further. Luke stood up and watched me with a smirk.
"You don't want to eat first?" I looked at him with a playful pout.
"Can you bring it up to me?" He sighed, feigning annoyance but smiled at me before he left the room. Perfect man.