Lorelai's POV
I had just listened to Rory's voicemail and I felt an overwhelming urge to call her and tell her not to do it. To save her from utter disappointment and disapproval, but then I thought about the progress mom and I had made over this last year, how much she'd come around to my lifestyle and how much of her old lifestyle she had dropped. She's relaxed and a little more open and then I knew that, despite the circumstances, she maybe, just maybe won't be so horrified and judgemental about her only grandchild's news.
I had already started packing for Luke and I's overnight trip to Vermont, Luke explained to me that 2 full suitcases were probably a little overkill for one night, but of course I dismissed it and planned on bringing this much anyway. As I was putting the finishing touches on my packing, something struck me. I rushed downstairs and into the kitchen where Luke was cleaning up from dinner.
"Luke!" I yelled. He jumped and splashed water from the sink onto the floor.
"Damn it, Lorelai!" I cringed but got closer to him tentatively.
"How much do you really want to go to Vermont?" He gave me a puzzled look and raised his eyebrows.
"What are you talking about? What did you do?" I shook my head and put my hands up defensively.
"No, nothing...yet. What if we didn't go for one night, but instead we went for two nights, but instead of Vermont...we go to Nantucket?" I looked at him hopefully. Placing my hands on his chest, being ready to hug him, depending on what he said.
"Well...okay, but your mother is in Nantucket...you're not telling me that you, Lorelai Gil- sorry, Danes...is voluntarily going to visit your mother." I nodded enthusiastically.
"And Rory." He nodded knowingly. He sighed heavily.
"I thought that she and Logan were in Maine?" I pulled away from him and sat down at the table.
"They were. Rory left me a message before saying that She and Logan wanted to tell mom and that they are going to Nantucket tomorrow to tell her..." I took a deep breath. "So me being the wonderful supportive mother and you being the wonderful supportive step-father that we are, are also going to go to Nantucket...just so I can see my daughter and the look on my mothers face when her precious, successful, beautiful granddaughter tells her that she's pregnant." Another deep breath. I knew deep down that everything would probably be okay and that mom probably won't have the reaction I would have hoped for, say a year ago, but I still would love to be there.
"And so is this our honeymoon? Are we actually going to spend time together? Be alone?" He put emphasis on the word alone, I knew exactly what he meant. Then I began to feel bad, I had momentarily forgotten what our trip to Vermont was for, not only for marriage consummation, love making, sex, whatever you want to call it, which I'm sure was high on Luke's list of priorities for the weekend but to actually spend time together, be alone and talk, spoil each other and all the cute newlywed stuff. What I was saying to him was basically saying was 'I'd rather see my mother.' Which couldn't be further from the truth.
"I promise we will have plenty of alone time, in fact we will have more alone time in Nantucket then we would have in Vermont. We get two whole days of alone time instead of one!" I grabbed his wet, bubbly hand and held it tightly, pouting.
"Okay." He said shrugging. He didn't look entirely convinced but I knew he just wanted to make me happy. "But you make the arrangements, and I don't want to stay at your mothers, and you can call Caesar and tell him that he has to open and close for 3 days!" I stand up and kiss his cheek, I grab the landline phone and begin to flip through my phone to look up the airline. "And we have to be back by Friday because Babette and Morey are going away for the weekend and can't look after Paul Anka!" He yelled through the house as I exited the kitchen and sat on the couch. I had already sorted the whole Paul Anka issue out with Michel and his husband anyhow, but Luke didn't need to know that. I knew that Logan and Rory would be driving to Nantucket from Maine, so it only made sense that Luke and I would fly, we were supposed to fly to Vermont anyhow, hopefully changing our destination wasn't much of a hassle.
I decided against telling Rory we were coming, leaving it to be a total surprise to both her and mom. I called Michel to double check that everything was okay to watch Paul Anka and I promised we'd be back Friday afternoon. Once I packed for Luke after about 4 fights of why I now had 3 and a half bags instead of 2, then explain to him that we were going for 2 nights now instead of one. Him telling me that my logic is cracked, then we settled in for the night. I was excited.
Rory's POV
As we loaded up the car, I noticed Logan's phone light up 6 or 7 times in the 10 minutes it took us to pack. Each time he looked over at it, he shook his head.
"Your dad, or work?" I asked him, sympathetically.
"Both, probably. I haven't actually looked yet." He shrugged.
"Maybe you should call work, Logan. I'm sure they're all running around like headless chickens without you." I said, sliding into the passenger seat of his car, him into the drivers seat.
"Considering I work for my dad, I don't think that's a wise idea. He knows what's happening. My absence isn't a mystery, Ace." I nodded and dropped the subject. It was going to take almost 8 hours to get to grandma's, so I vowed not to bring it up again. Knowing how stand-offish Logan gets about his dad.
Our trip was relatively quiet, we chatted amicably and swapped some stories from the years when we were apart. I told him about the whole Paul era and he laughed, saying that he sort of remembered me mentioning something about him but had totally forgotten. Everything about that relationship, if you could call it that, was a blur and totally hilarious considering no one remembered it, including me.
We arrived in Nantucket at about 5:30pm. I started to get really nervous, I didn't think about how I felt the whole time but now that it was drawing nearer, I felt sick. I checked my phone for the address that grandma had given me, along with her new phone number a few weeks ago. I checked google maps again for Logan and he told me that we were only 5 minutes away. I swallow the big lump in my throat and I could feel myself becoming sweaty. I wasn't sure if it was actually nerves or just because I'm pregnant.
"You okay?" Logan asked as we pulled into a long gravel driveway. I looked around and took in the house. It was smaller, less elegant than the brick mansion like house I grew to love as my grandparents house. Still nice though, it didn't scream Emily Gilmore, but it definitely said it.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm good." I stepped out of the car and went to the back to grab my bag, when all of a sudden a taxi pulled into the drive way behind us. I watched in curiosity, waiting to find out who could possibly be coming to visit my grandmother at this time of the evening.
"Hey, kid!" My mom yelled as she stepped out of the taxi with flair, flailing her arms around in excitement. I rolled my eyes but grinned, running up to her, wrapping my arms around her. I was secretly so glad she was here. Doing this without her somehow seemed wrong, I was glad Logan was with me but mom has honed her skills as a Emily Gilmore buffer for many, many years. I sighed with relief.
"What are you doing here?!" I said, excitedly. Like I haven't seen her in years. I saw Luke on the other side of the car, giving some money to the taxi driver and stood back to watch the taxi pull away. "Luke?"
"Don't look at me, all your mom's idea." He held his hands up defensively.
"I'm glad you're here." I said to Luke, as Logan walked over to shake his hand. They nodded in greeting at each other and separated. Logan put his arm around me and turned us to look at the house again.
"Wow. I never would have pictured mom in a place like this." Mom said, coming up beside me. "It's nothing like I thought it would be." I smiled at her and we trekked up the long driveway. Logan had our bags as we walked and I looked over at Luke.
"Where are your bags?" I asked mom.
"We aren't staying here, babe." She said simply.
"Why?" Mom pulled back from the boys a bit and continued.
"I'm here tonight, for you and Logan. Then Luke and I are having our honeymoon." She used hand quotations for the word honeymoon and I just smiled, nodding in understanding.
"Oh. That's nice." Then something dawned on me. "What if grandma freaks out?" Mom rolled her eyes and stopped us, pulling me back by my arm.
"Hon, I can honestly say that I have no idea how she's going to react. I hope for your sake that she is just as excited as we are, she's come a long way this year and I'm certain that she's looking at a lot of things differently these days. Just maybe leave out the whole secret relationship, was with a betrothed man, accidental unprotected sex thing and I'm sure she'll be less...judgey." I took a deep breath and took in her words. She was so good at making me feel better but I was still apprehensive. I love grandma and I couldn't handle her not being in my life.
"Okay." I took another deep breath and took moms arm. "Lets go." We made it up to what we assumed was the front door and rang the doorbell. We waited a while and the door swung open. Berta greeted us in a strong accented foreign language. Mom recognised her instantly and asked where grandma was. She ushered us all inside and pointed to the back yard. I looked out of the window as mom and Luke looked around inside. I spotted grandma down by the edge of the yard, looking out to the ocean. Mom and Luke returned and I pointed to her.
"Hey, Luke. You wanna come or wait here?" Mom asked Luke and the look on her face told me that she really wanted him to join us. He saw the look as well and held his hand out to her. She smiled and kissed him softly. We made our way out.
Grandma looked over her shoulder and spotted us. My heart began to race and I began sweating again, definitely nerves this time. I wasn't planning on telling her right this second but I knew it had to be done tonight. At least while mom was here. Grandma looked at Logan and frowned in confusion.
"Why hello, everyone! Did I know you were all coming?" She said happily. Her face was lit up and she was smiling broadly. I felt relief in that moment. Until, she looked at Logan again. "Logan Huntzberger." She said warmly. Like she was just as happy to see him, like she was expecting to see us all together, like his presence was normal.
"Hey, mom. We just thought we'd come and visit. Check up on ya'" mom said casually. We all greeted her with hugs, except Luke who stood back, a little awkward. Grandma showed us around and tried to introduce us to the family that lived with her, and helped her. She gathered a couple of the men, who didn't speak a word of English, trying to ask them to fire up the barbecue. All of a sudden, Luke said something to them in a foreign language and they all said 'ahh' and nodded their comprehension. We all looked over to Luke.
"What?" He asked and shrugged. "It's a mix between Portuguese and Spanish. Simple language." He said as if it was nothing. We all deadpanned at him and mom scoffed.
"What else are you hiding from me? Suddenly you speak a second language...I've know him for 20 years...oh my god." She said exasperated, throwing her hands up. We all laughed and I felt a little more relaxed. After dinner we all sat around the table outside and chatted. Mom and grandma were arguing about why grandma was working at the whale exhibit at the museum. Luke and Logan were chatting about business and I was just happy to sit there and bask in my family being all together. I noticed grandma looking to Logan every so often and then taking a peek at me. Then I thought, 'now or never.'
"Grandma." It got her attention quickly. I took a deep shuddering breath and I felt my moms hand snake into mine. I stood up and mom followed, we stood in front of grandma and my heart stopped. "There's something that I'd like to share with you." Her eyes flicked to Logan again as he stood up and came to stand behind me. "Here goes." I said under my breath. "Logan and I have been...seeing...each other for a while...again." She took a moment and looked at me, then Logan and then mom. She nodded and I continued. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that...I'm pregnant." I watched as her jaw dropped, then closed, she looked at mom again and then back to me. Something I was not expecting was her smile. She smiled and it wasn't a tight 'I have something to say but I'm not going to' kind of smile, it was a genuine happy smile.
"That's wonderful, Rory." She stood and pulled both Logan and myself in for a tight hug. I was gob smacked. I wasn't prepared for the total and utter elation I felt. It was complete now. My family was complete. If only grandpa was here. I looked over at mom and she had tears falling down her face. Grandma pulled away and looked at mom, smiling. "Lorelai, you should be so proud of this young woman."
"I am, mom." More tears fell, and something that I haven't seen in a long time happened. She hugged her, and it wasn't that courteous hug that you get one something gives you a gift you don't necessarily want, it was a long, full contact hug. I was so proud of grandma.