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Rory's POV

"This place is bigger than the one in Martha's Vineyard." I said as I dropped my bag at the door.

"You know that the Huntzbergers don't do anything small." He chuckled.

"Yeah." I said, agreeing. Mom and I never got a chance to talk last night after everything Logan had said, so I felt a little off not knowing how she felt. Logan picked up on my mood earlier in the car and tried to draw it out. I knew he knew that I was technically okay with everything but not having my mothers opinion was washing me out a little.

"Rory?" I was looking around the massive living room right off from the front door, I wasn't intentionally ignoring him. "Ace..." when I heard his voice properly, I snapped back to where I was.

"Sorry. It just feels different..." he frowned and sat on the couch, beckoning me over. I sat next to him and put my head in my hands.

"What do you mean?"

"I know that this pregnancy should just be you and me...but my mom and I are a team you know and her thoughts and feelings mean everything to me." He nodded his understanding. "We didn't get a chance to talk after you got there last night and I didn't even think about asking her how she felt about me going away. Hey, what about that house you were gonna buy? Oh man, I totally forgot about that." Logan laughed and rubbed my back.

"Don't worry about the house...we've got time. Look, you are the most important thing to me, you know that right?" I smiled and nodded. "I know that if she had a problem with you going away, she would have said something, you know that too, and if she had a problem with me...I'm sure she would have said something about that too. Lets just try and enjoy these next couple days, talk everything out. Why don't you go and pick a bedroom, I'm happy with any and I'll make us something to eat, you call your mom." He kissed my head stood up. I nodded to myself and stood up too. He faced me and put his hands on my arms, catching my full attention. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I am. Sorry, I'm okay. I just never expected any of this to happen." He gave me a tight smile and nodded.

"I know, but it did and I would be lying if I said that I hadn't thought about this happening one day." I frowned.

"You were going to marry her." His face dropped and he sighed heavily.

"That was because..." he rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. "Why don't we leave that conversation for another time. Go call your mom, kitchens that way, I'll be in there when you're done." He stepped away and headed for the kitchen. I grabbed my bag from the doorway and headed upstairs.

Lorelai's POV

I sat on the couch, flicking through the channels waiting for Luke to get home. I missed Rory already, she was in such a rush to leave this morning I was almost offended, but I knew what this getaway meant for her and for Logan. They really needed it. My phone rang and I smiled when I saw Rory's name on the screen.

"Why hello there." I said, turning the tv off and snuggling into the couch.

"Hey. I just realised that I didn't really get to talk to you at all last night, and so I thought that I'd rectify that by calling you now."

"That was a good thought."

"So, I know it's a bit too late now, since I'm already here but are you okay...with me being here?" She sounded a little sad, thinking that I'd have a problem with her going to spend time with the father of her unborn child. Seemed a little silly to me.

"What are you talking about? Of course I'm okay with that! Look, don't worry about me...just take the time to talk to him, I'm sure there's lots of thoughts filling that giant brain of yours. Leave me out of it, please." She was silent for a moment, she wasn't like me in that respect. I would use random babble and rambling as my thought process, she was the silent, pondering thinker...it made me uneasy most of the time.

"I don't know what I think. I don't know what questions to ask. I don't know how to answer the questions he has."

"How do you know what questions he's going to ask? How do you know he has questions at all?"

"That's not what I mean." Her voice was low, as if she thought that Logan could hear her. "I know all the things he's going to say, he's going to say all the things he knows I want to hear and be wonderful and understanding...he's always been like that, but I need him so be as serious as serious can be because I don't want him to say one thing and then later on the track, forget what he said and then do something completely different." She sighed, after catching her breath from that rant.

"Look, just give him the benefit of the doubt. I'm sure he knows how serious this is. You're going to be parents. That's not a 'hey, this is our baby, how hard can it be?' thing...it's a 'this is the rest of our lives' thing. I'm sure he knows that." I heard the front door open and looked over my shoulder and saw Luke. I smiled at him and he waved, heading straight into the kitchen. "Luke's home, I'm gonna go. Just listen to what he has to say, make sure he understands what you want and then just enjoy yourself. Pretty soon you're going to be huge and telling him he's a bastard so, just be happy for a moment."

"Thanks mom. Love you."

"Love you too, kid. Bye." I sighed as I hung up the phone. Hoping my words of encouragement made her feel the tiniest bit better at least. I made my way into the kitchen and watched Luke move around, preparing dinner. I sat at the table and put my head down on the table.

"What's wrong?" He asked, knowing full well who I was just talking to.

"Rory." I lifted my head and looked at him. "I think she's just freaking out that Logan is like her dad. Saying things he doesn't mean and once things start getting real, he's gonna bolt." Luke sat across from me and nodded, contemplating.

"What do you think?" He asked, taking my outstretched hand.

"I thought the whole Christopher/Logan complex was a thing until I saw something in his eyes last night. He was happy, he was excited...he's not a scared 16 year old, he's a grown man who loves my daughter. I really believe he's going to pull through." Luke squeezed my hand and let it go.

"Maybe it's her who's the scared 16 year old, but she doesn't have a choice." I thought about what he said for a moment and then thought back to what Rory had said at the doctors office.

"I don't think so. Yesterday, she told me that she was excited, she is scared, she knows that there's no way out of it, no ethical way, I mean. But that would never be an option. I think that she's not ready to be a mother, her big fancy life is being put on hold, maybe forever and maybe that's what's she's so scared of." He looked at me and shrugged. I could tell he was holding something back. "What are you feeling...about all this...are you ready to be a grandpa?" He looked over at me, surprised at the title I had given him.

"I uh...I don't know. She's 32, she's been struggling lately...with her career, maybe it's time for this, something big in her life, something else to focus on."

"I don't think this is what she had in mind, babe." He shook his head.

"I know that, I'm just saying that her life isn't over because she's going to have a baby. She can still be a journalist, she can still write her book, she still young. Nothing is stopping her from doing all that." I got up and wrapped my arms around him from the back, resting my head against him as he stirred whatever red goop that was in the pot. "As for the grandpa thing...well, it is what it is. I could've waited a few years but hey, nothing wrong with starting a little earlier than anticipated." I laughed a little and kissed his back, pulling away from him.

"How long til dinner? I want to take a shower."

"You've got time."

Rory's POV

I went back downstairs and into the kitchen. I didn't see Logan so I looked around a little, I spotted him outside on the phone. The conversation looked heated, his arms flailing angrily, his face bunched up in frustration. He turned and saw me in the window, he said something into the phone and then hung up.

"Was that your dad?" I asked nervously as he stepped inside. He stopped in front of me with his hands on his hips, still scowling.

"Yeah." He sighed. "He doesn't care that I'm happy, you know. He never has. He's selfish and all he cares about is money and making his children miserable." I pulled his hand from his hip and walked into the kitchen with him. We both stayed silent for a while as I watched him fix our sandwiches.

"I'm sorry that this is causing such a rift with your family." He smiled sadly at me, shaking his head.

"Ace, my father has always been that way. You don't have anything to do with it, it's all me. 'You're so irresponsible, Logan.'...'you're throwing your life away, Logan.'...'you're a Huntzberger, damn it!'...it wouldn't matter whether it was you or the queen of England, he'd still think I was the disappointment of the family." I frowned but then smiled.

"I think you and my mom should swap stories." He laughed and bent to kiss me. It was our first real kiss since I told him the news.

"I'm so glad that you have the family that you have. They're so supportive and loving, I can't even imagine what that's like." I kissed him again.

"You'll feel it soon. You're a part of that family now, Logan." Soon after I said that, thoughts of grandma popped into my head. I thought about ways to tell her, nothing seemed right. She lived in Nantucket now, I couldn't tell her something like this over the phone. This was face to face news. "Hey, do you think we can go to Nantucket?"

After we ate, Logan made a call and booked us a flight to Nantucket. He was really on board with talking to grandma about it with me, being a buffer if I needed it. In a way, I was glad it would be just her, I knew that if grandpa was still here, he would be furious. It made me smile, thinking about how he would probably take it all out on Logan and then cool off in a few months. I wished he was around to see my baby. I decided to call mom again and tell her what was going on, I got her voicemail.

"Hey mom. Just calling to let you know that Logan and I are going to Nantucket tomorrow. I'm going to tell grandma...wish me luck. We'll be back Saturday. Call me." Logan came into the bedroom and flopped down onto the bed. I put my phone down and stared at him for a moment.

"What are we going to do?" He looked at me in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we need to be responsible adults now. We have to make a plan." I said, laying down next to him. He nodded and thought for a moment.

"Well, I'm guessing that you want to be close to your mom and I want to be anywhere that my parents aren't."

"You guess correctly." I say, pulling myself up and leaning on my elbow, facing him.

"So, I'll get my realtor to have a look around. Stars Hollow, Hartford, Woodbury...anywhere you think would be close enough." I contemplated what he said and gave a definitive nod. "I'm going to start a trust fund." I raised my eyebrows in interest.

"Well, our kid has to go to Yale." I smiled at that, I knew that Logan had enough money to put our child through private school and an Ivy League college three times over and still have enough to have six holiday homes and a foreign car for everyday of the week, but I knew he was just getting to the point of letting me know that money would never be a concern. "I just want you to know that...I'm not my father." He said, his voice dropping.

"I know you're not, Logan." I kissed him softly, reassuring him.

"Our child will never want for anything, Rory, but Honor and I...we were spoiled to bribe us to forget that our parents were never there, they were never affectionate, we never heard 'I love you'. It's not going to be like that for our child. You're going to be an amazing mother and I hope that I am going to be just as good a father." Tears welled in my eyes at his loving words. I sniffled and buried my face in his neck. Yesterday I was scared. Today, I felt happy and excited for our future.