Part Six

Note: Very sorry that this chapter is slow and short but I am finally feeling better and getting into writing again. If anyone is still around, thank you for reading and I appericate and love you.

— You Jump, I Jump, Jack —

Seven weeks have passed since Logan came back to the United States, and seven weeks since he confessed his feelings to the girl he never stopped loving. Logan had one more week back in the States before having to go to London to finish up a few things, so he could make this move permanent. Just a few days ago, a third doctor's check-up went smoothly; both baby and mama were doing great. The doctor cleared her for travel, prescribed her some nauesa medication, and let the couple go home with a new ultrasound picture.

They sat together in the sitting room of the Gilmore Estate. Rory's mother wasn't there, so it was just the couple. Emily Gilmore had a smile on her face, taking the drink from her husband's hand. "Logan, we are so happy that you are here, but I can't say we are not surprised. I didn't know that the both of you were still in touch with each other."

Logan gives the older woman a small smile. Before he could speak, Rory spoke. "Grandma." The word almost comes out as a sigh. Why was it so hard to confess to her? She was unmarried and pregnant, and the memory of what happened to her mother comes to the forefront of her memory, but the voice of her partner came to mind: the Gilmores would be welcoming and overjoyed with the promise of a great grandchild. "I…we have news." Rory stumbled out; she felt like a child again.

Richard Gilmore was quiet throughout the whole exchange, from welcoming them at the front door to making the drinks and Emily speaking. He knew something was off or something big was coming. Rory hasn't touched her drink and hasn't taken off her coat. He had asked if he could take her coat, but she shook off his request, saying that she was running a little cold today. Richard Gilmore was a smart man; he wanted to take a guess at what her news was but knew he needed to wait until his granddaughter was ready. Emily sets down her drink in front of her on the table. "Go ahead…" She breaks the silence.

Rory feels herself open her mouth before closing it. She practiced what to say and how to say it and was confused about why she was struggling to speak now. Logan reaches over, slidding his hand into hers before giving it a small squeeze and delivering, "We are expecting." A confession: the couple has only told a handful of people, but now that they have reached the 12-week mark, they could let more people join in on the news.

Emily's eyes go wide as Richard leans forward and grabs the drink he made for his granddaughter, bringing it close to the set of newly announced great-grandparents. "With a child? Together?" She knew the answer to that question, but she needed to hear it out loud.

"Yes, Grandma." Rory whispers, and her free hand goes to her stomach. Her eyes closed for a moment before she heard a small laugh coming from her grandfather. Richard is already on the other side of the table, wrapping his arms around the young woman. Rory feels herself relax in his arms before moving to hug the man back. She feels thankful for this moment; the nightmares of everything that could go wrong disapear from her. "You both are alright with this?"

Richard moves over to hug the man beside his granddaughter, and it's Emily who answers the question that Rory just asked. "Of course! Very alright with this. Our great-grandchild is going to be beautiful. I have always thought that the both of you would make a very good-looking child." The elder Gilmore woman feels the smile grow wider on her face. "If both of you are happy, we are happy. And we will help in anyway that we can." A promise she would keep. "How are you feeling? How is the baby? Do you know if you want a boy or a girl?"

"I am feeling much better lately." The young woman responded. "We just had a check-up a few days ago in New York, and Logan has found me the best doctor. Baby is doing perfect." She wouldn't go into the description of the hours of morning sickness, the three-a.m. Taco Bell runs, and crying about decaf coffee and turkey sandwiches. She could spare her grandparents those details and give them only positive details. "As long as our baby has Logan's eyes, I don't care if it's a boy or a girl, just that they are healthy."

Logan smiles, letting go of the deep breath he didn't know he was holding. "As long as they are healthy." He agrees with her.

— You Jump, I Jump Jack —

After dinner, Emily and Rory were alone in the dining room as Logan and Richard were in his office. Richard hands the Hutzburger a whiskey with an ice cube in it. "You both are going to be great parents, Logan. But I have to ask, What is the plan?" He sits across from the younger man.

"I'm already in the process of leaving London. I have talked to my father, and we both agreed that life will be better for all of us with me being in New York rather than London." Logan thinks back to a few years ago, when he got the call of his father's heart attack and then the talk in London. He is thankful for how his father is handling everything and is excited that his father will be a grandfather to his child instead of just a word on a card. "Rory and I are traveling to London together next week to finalize my move and the sale of my loft. The family apartment in New York City is were Rory and I will spend our time there until we both find a place we feel like calling home."

Richard grins taking a sip of his drink. "You are going to make a fine father, Logan. And we did mean what Emily said earlier, we will be there every step of the way and help in anyway." Logan nods, understanding the promise.