Well guys, this tale is coming to an end soon. Life is throwing some major curve balls at me right now. There will be one more chapter after this one and then I'll be able to get over my surprise of the ending of the revival. Thank you all for the wonderful reviews, I really appreciate every single one.

Lorelai's POV

Mom really surprised me tonight. I had this tiny nagging voice in my head saying that she was going to get upset, yell and make everyone feel horrible. She didn't, she was happy, her reaction was perfect and loving. The elation in Rory's eyes was just a beautiful sight.

Luke and I made it to the hotel quite late, after a short argument with mom about not staying with her. I had to explain to her 3 times that we were technically on our honeymoon, and we had to promise to visit her before we leave. I watched Logan a lot through the course of the night, he looked so relaxed and happy. I had a small chat with him at the end of the night, telling him that he is always welcome to talk to me or Luke if he had questions or worries, that like Rory, he wasn't alone. He seemed to really appreciate it. All his indiscretions in the past had disappeared from my view of him, to which I was glad. I never wanted my earlier memories of Logan to effect how I look at him now.

Luke and I took turns in getting ready for bed. I watched him pick out his pyjamas, and move slowly through the room to the bathroom. I couldn't help but think about how much I love that man. He's so selfless and sweet, he does so much for me and hardly let's me care for him. He came out of the bathroom 5 minutes later and caught me smiling at him.

"What are you smiling at?" He asked, walking past me to put his discarded clothes into the empty bag he'd unpacked before.

"You." He came to stand in front of me and took my hands. Kissing the back of each of them.

"Why?" His voice was low and gravelly. He bent to line his face with mine, only centimetres away.

"I love you." He smiled and took my face in his hands, kissing me softly yet passionately. I melted into the kiss. He hauled me up and wrapped his arms around me, deepening the kiss. It felt so nice to be intimate with him again. We haven't had the time or the emotional power to be with each other since before the wedding.

"I love you, too." He whispered between kisses. Despite only just getting into our pyjamas, we undressed each other slowly and got under the covers of the bed. He pulled me close and continued kissing me, touching me all over, sending shivers and jolts through my body.

After we made love, we lay close to each other. Basking in the feeling of just being with each other again after what felt like months.

"Worth the wait, don't you think?" I asked him softly. I felt his lips on my bare shoulder and smiled. His hand playing softly over my stomach.

"It's always worth it, whether we wait or not." He whispered. Our love making has never been wild or kinky, for lack of a better word, but it's always been passionate. Luke is a very tender lover, always looking after me before himself. I hear or read things about how couples who have been together for a long time see sex as a chore, I don't think that would ever happen to us. We still have that raw, heavy attraction to each other that we had when we first got together, before that even. At least I know I did, and the way he still looks at me, gives me reason to believe he did too.

As I lay in Luke's arms, I began to think about Rory's pregnancy and then it hit me, full on. I'm going to be a grandmother. Me, Lorelai Danes, a grandmother at 48...holy shi- I mean of course I thought about it before, briefly, but now, all of a sudden, I'm terrified. I'm too young to be a grandmother. Just a few months ago, I was talking about being a mother again...oh my god. Luke had fallen asleep, I looked at him and pushed him.

"Luke, wake up." I said, hurriedly. "Luke!" I pushed him again.

"What?" He said, groaning sleepily, eyes fluttering open. Seeing the worried look on my face prompted him to sit up slightly. "What's wrong?"

"I'm gonna be a grandmother..." I said, trailing off, wide eyed.

"Well, that's usually what happens when your kid gets knocked up." Wow, where did my sensitive sweet husband go? I scoffed.

"I'm too young, Luke. We are too young!" I pulled the blankets back and jumped out of the bed. Pulling my pyjamas on quickly and walking over to the full length mirror. I stared at myself, as Luke stared at me from the bed, fighting the urgent need to go back to sleep.

"Lorelai, calm down, please." He got off the bed and slipped his boxers on, coming to stand behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked at me in the mirror. "Yes, you're still young. But, you had Rory when you were young...she's at a perfectly reasonable age to have a baby, if you'd had her at her age...you would be not this young..." I smiled and turned to him.

"Nice sleep brain logic. Thanks for trying to make me feel better." I deadpanned at him.

"Did it work?" He asked me hopefully. I shook my head and continued to stare at myself in the mirror. He huffed in defeat and flopped back on the bed. "Come back to bed."

It took me 10 minutes and Luke begging me about 8 times to come back to bed, for me to actually go back to bed. He stared at me as I stared up to the ceiling. Dramatically sighing every few moments. He'd roll his eyes every time. I knew I was being ridiculous, he knew I was too. He wouldn't dare say anything, for all he knew I wasn't aware how ridiculous I was being, and if he said the wrong thing, I'd probably pretend to be angry. It was a vicious circle, but he knew his way around it pretty well.

"Lorelai, stop." He said with an exaggerated sigh, just like I had been doing moments before. "You're having an illegitimate breakdown. Maybe, all those feelings about wanting to have another baby all those months ago was possibly the universe giving you hints as to what's coming. Maybe you weren't ready for another baby of your own..." I looked over to him, confusion deep in my eyes. "But you're ready for Rory's." My face softened at his words. I thought about it for a moment. Maybe he was right, maybe thinking about having a baby with Luke wasn't what was meant to happen, obviously, but I was meant to do this with Rory, we are having a baby.

Rory's POV

Logan and I crawled into bed after spending a few hours with Grandma, gushing about the baby. She had said something about regretting now that she had moved so far away, that she wouldn't be able to see the baby as much. I reassured her that she was welcome in our home (when we have one) any time that she liked, especially once the baby was here. Having her react the way she did gave me hope that everything will be okay.

"That was a big sigh." Logan said, wrapping his arm over my waist. I smiled into my pillow and felt content.

"It was a sigh of relief." I felt him grin against my shoulder and I turned a little to lay on my back.

"I know. Emily was great tonight. She seems at peace." I nodded, staring up at the ceiling.

"Grandpa passing has sort of...changed her. She's living her life now, I wouldn't say she wasn't before but she's different. In a good way. She will be happy." Logan kissed my temple and he fell asleep quite quickly. Some memories about my childhood came flooding to me. Easter, thanksgiving, Christmas at the Gilmore house, although somewhat painful for mom, for me, they were fairly pleasant. Spending time under their big Christmas tree and eating apple tarts, grandma always seemed to be so happy in those moments, when all of us were together. Much like tonight when we were all sitting around the table.

I quietly pulled out of Logan's grasp and out of bed. I got a second wind and didn't feel as tired, but I felt inspired. I got my computer from my bag and sat at the little desk in the dark room. My first few hundred pages, already on the screen. I smiled at the memory of mom telling me to continue my book. So I did. I don't remember how long I sat writing but hearing the rustling of the sheets pulled me from my thoughts.

"Ace?" I turned to see Logan trying to open his eyes, I looked at the clock on my computer seeing that I had been writing for 3 hours. I smiled at him, closed my laptop and crawled back into bed. "How long have you been up?" He asked groggily.

"I just got inspired." He nodded and felt back to sleep almost instantly. I picked up my phone and sent mom a text.

'Thank you.' With about four heart emojis attached, I knew she would appreciate. I must have woken her up, she replied almost instantly.

'For what?'

'Everything.' I typed, the specifics would have taken years to write.

'Oh, okay. Well, you're welcome.' Five heart emojis. I fell to sleep smiling. Everything was falling into place. Having the most wonderful supportive mother, the most protective step-father, a wonderful partner to share this amazing life event with and soon to have a daughter or a son to cherish the way my mom did me. A year ago, I felt lost, no direction...I felt I was failing. Now I know exactly where I am. Where I am supposed to be, at least for the next little while.

In the morning, I let Logan sleep and I went out to find grandma trying to communicate with Berta. Vividly flailing her arms about, Berta just smiling and nodding at her as if she had any idea what was happening.

"Where's Luke when you need him?" Grandma exclaimed when she saw me, I just smiled and walked up to her.

"He's probably trying to force fruit down moms throat, if I could guess." I said with a shrug, taking in the wonderful view from the top of the yard. "This place his beautiful grandma." She nodded with a smile.

"It is, isn't it? Sometimes you just stumble on to things." I nodded and sat down in the outdoor lounger. "Berta is going to bring out some breakfast...I think." She said with a frown. "Where's Logan?"

"He's still asleep." I shrugged.

"Oh. Well, good. I wanted to give you something." Grandma went inside for a moment, leaving me confused. She came back out, an envelope in hand. I was sort of knowing where this was going, she wouldn't be a Gilmore otherwise. "I want you to have this." I opened the envelope and pulled out a check, with a very large sum of money in it. I gasped, yes, exactly what I thought.

"Grandma, Logan has money...we are-" I was cut off.

"I know, but this money is yours. Not Logan's. I want you to do whatever you want with this money. Don't let Logan or your mom have any influence. It's yours and only yours." I nodded and hugged her. "Even if you want to go around the country and ride all the roller coasters you can find before the baby comes, then so be it...though I'm not sure what the protocol for pregnant women riding roller coasters is."

"They probably frown upon it." I said, sarcastically.

"I suppose you're right." She said with a nod. "Anything you want." She gave me and wink and Berta came out with a tray of food, and quickly behind her, Logan.

"Good morning ladies." He said, with his cheeky grin, stretching in the sunlight and kissing my cheek. Grandma watched on in delight. We dug into breakfast and talked about nothing in particular, grandma told us of her volunteering job and explained in detail how much she enjoyed it. I just sat back and revelled in my happiness.