Rory had slept fitfully that night in the apartment, spending much of the night tossing and turning. Her mom's and Luke's words kept playing over and over in her head. She finally reluctantly got out of bed at 6:00 and started a pot of decaf coffee before settling on the couch to stare absentmindedly at the news while checking her e-mail. Taking a moment to open another batch of job rejections, the newest television story caught her eye. The anchor was discussing the upcoming nuptials of one of the country's most eligible bachelors, and she felt a knot forming in her throat as they cut to a picture of the happy couple. Before she knew it, she was running to the bathroom to get sick.
When Rory finally came out of the bathroom several minutes later, she wasn't sure if it was the pregnancy or the sight of Logan with Odette that had made her sick. Unable to be alone one more minute, she called Lane, hoping that she was awake.
Lane answered the phone with a quick "hello" before the second ring.
"Hey, Lane. It's Rory. I hope I didn't wake you?"
"No, not at all, Rory! I was just getting the boys ready for school. Are you okay? I didn't know you got up this early," Lane said with a laugh.
"Umm...sort of. I mean, nothing life threatening, but I could really use my best friend right now."
"Give me 20 minutes to drop the boys at school and I'll be right there, Rory. Are you at your Mom's?"
"Umm...how about we meet at Luke's?" Rory answered.