A/N: Okay so I got the idea for this One-shot from ROGAN 3: Moving on! But its actually from when Logan was in London. So obviously this did not happen. I hope that you guys have been enjoying these one-shots. I have really enjoyed reading the reviews that you guys have been writing.
Savannah Lorelai
Logan's been in London for two months. It still sucks. However, I woke up this morning and I felt sick to my stomach. When I tried to drink my coffee, the instant that I smelled it, I had to rush to the bathroom and throw up. On my way out of the bathroom I grabbed my cell and called Steph. She picked up after 2 rings. "Hey." She said.
"Hey, can you do me a favor?" I asked.
"Sure thing, anything. You know that."
"I need you to stop by the drug store and pick up a pregnancy test and bring it over." I said.
She was quiet for a minute. "Sure. You need anything else?" She asked me.
I thought for a minute. "Maybe a ginger ale." I said.
"Sure thing. I'll be over as soon as I can." She said.
"Thanks Steph." I said before hanging up.
If I was pregnant, what would I tell Logan. There's no way that either one of us could handle a kid right now. Not to mention the fact that Logan's in another country for the next 10 months. That meant that he wouldn't even be here when the baby is born. And what if he turned out to be like Mitchum…is that something that I could even handle. These were all the thoughts that were running through my head as I made my way to sit on the couch and wait for Steph. When I sat down I wondered if I would even make a good mom. I thought about the way that I grew up. Maybe I could do it. Mom was pretty great growing up, I didn't think that I turned out so badly.
It wasn't long after that Steph showed up. She handed me the pregnancy test and I went into the bathroom and took it. We were now sitting on the couch waiting on the results. "What're you going to do if you are pregnant?" She asked me.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I really don't know Steph. I mean, I've never really thought of myself as a mother." I told her. "Not to mention I don't even know how Logan would feel about it. We've never talked about it."
Steph nodded. Granted I didn't grow up in Hartford, I was still considered one of the Hartford Elite. And if I had grown up in Hartford, then I would have grown up with the rest of my Hartford friends. And even in the short time that I've been attending Society functions, I've learned one thing… an unwed pregnancy is frowned upon. I still hears whispers about my mom and that was 21 years ago. I don't really want to imagine what they would say about me being pregnant with the heir to the Huntzberger line.
I sat there going through the different thoughts in my head about what people would say about me or even Logan if I was pregnant. And then it happened. The timer went off. I got up from the couch and walked into my bathroom to look at the pregnancy test. I took a deep breath before picking up the test and looking at it. It was positive. I was pregnant. I was going to have a baby.
I turned around and walked back toward the living room. "Well?" Steph asked.
I slowly looked up at her. "It's positive." I said.
"Wow." Steph said, when I showed her the test.
Then the reality set in. "Steph, what am I going to do?" I asked her.
"Do you want to keep it?" She asked me.
"I don't know." I said. She raised an eyebrow at me. "Honestly, how do I even know if Logan wants kids?"
"Ror, I think that before you make any decisions about the baby, I think that you should see and doctor and maybe get Logan's thoughts on kids." Steph suggested. I nodded.
When Steph left, I called my gynecologist and was able to get an appointment the following morning. I decided that I would call Logan tonight and get his thoughts about kids. This way when I went in to see my doctor I would kind of have an idea of what I wanted to do.
I was sitting on mine and Logan's bed that night when I picked up my cell and dialed his number. It didn't take long for him to answer. "Hey babe." He said when he answered.
"Hey." I said.
"You okay? You sound kinda down." He said.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just been working on some ideas for the health section for the paper for next year and something occurred to me."
"What's on your mind?" He asked.
"We've never talked about whether or not you would ever want kids?" I asked him, unsure of what his answer would be. There was a long silence. "Logan?"
"I guess I've never really thought about it. I mean, I know that someday I'll have to have kids because my parents will insist on an heir… but I don't think that anyone's ever asked me if I actually wanted kids." Logan said.
"And now that I am… asking?"
"Honestly, Ror… I don't know. I mean, I'm sure at some point I would. Just not for a while… I would want to get my career stable first… and I mean working for my Dad there's no telling how long that would take. Plus, my family would insist on me being married." Logan said.
"It's the Hartford way." I said.
"Yeah it is." Logan said. I heard him doing some typing in the background. "Babe, I gotta go into a meeting."
"Okay, love you." I said.
"Love you too." He said before hanging up.
The next morning after my doctor's appointment, I knew what I was going to do. The doctor had told me that I was 10 weeks. Which would put my conception date shortly before Logan left to go to London. Logan had made it clear that he didn't want kids right now, which meant that I couldn't tell him that I was pregnant now. I knew what I had to do. I couldn't go through with an abortion… I was against that. But I also knew that I couldn't keep the baby either. Granted mom did a great job a being a single mom at my age but I didn't feel the same. I didn't think that I could handle it. I didn't think that I would do a good job at it. This also meant that there was only one choice… adoption. I called Steph and told her my decision, she told me that I was making the right decision.
Over the next month, I decided that I couldn't do the adoption anywhere near Hartford. It was too risky. There was too much of a chance of either of our families finding out. So Steph and I planned a trip to Boston to meet with an adoption agency. They told me that they would help me find the perfect family for my baby and that if I wanted I could even have an open adoption. I wasn't sure if that was something that I wanted. They asked me if the baby's father was going to be a problem. I knew that I had to keep Logan from finding out that I was pregnant so I told them that I didn't know who the baby's father was. They seemed to accept that answer. They gave me a stack of files to take home with me and said that if I didn't like any of the families in the stack that they would pick some more. If I did like any of the families in the stack then they could set up a meeting with the family so that I could meet them. I told them thank you and then Steph and I headed back to New Haven.
A few weeks later, Logan had surprised me with a visit. It took everything in me to hide the pregnancy from him. He was only in town for one day for a meeting but it was still great to see him. I missed him so much. We spent most of the night laying on the rooftop looking up at the stars. The next morning, I woke up and Logan was leaving again. I spent the next two months looking through the adoption files. When I got to the last file, there was something about the family that just stuck out to me. The couple lived in Boston. They were financially stable. The husband was a lawyer and the wife was a part time substitute teacher. They had a big backyard and a family dog. The couples names were James and Lisa. They were perfect. I emailed the adoption coordinator that I had met with and told her that I wanted to set up a meeting with them. She said that she'd get it set up and let me know the details.
The week of the meeting with James and Lisa had arrived. Steph had agreed to go with me because my doctor had told me no heavy lifting and no driving. I was nervous the whole way there, but when I got there and I met them… I fell in love with them and just knew deep down that they would take great care of my child. They asked me questions and I asked them some. They asked me if I would want an open adoption or a closed one. I told them that I wasn't sure at the moment but that I would want some more time to think about it. They nodded in understanding. I told them that I wanted them to be my child's parents. They were ecstatic. They were unable to have a baby of their own and had been waiting a few years to adopt one. They said that when it got closer to my due date for me to let them know and they would come stay closer so that they would be nearby when the baby was born.
The end of my pregnancy had arrived and I was so miserable. Steph had pretty much moved in with me and Colin wasn't happy about it. He didn't know that I was pregnant, all he knew was that I didn't want to be by myself and Steph felt that she should keep me company. I finally had to tell Finn that I was pregnant, but he promised that he wouldn't tell Logan. He understood my reasons for wanting to put the baby up for adoption. So between him and Steph they had been keeping me company.
The day finally arrived. The baby had been growing faster than they thought she would. Which come to find out, I was actually further along than they originally thought. When I looked back on the events that had happened I had actually gotten pregnant in April. I think that it was actually the weekend that Honor's wedding happened. Before all the drama. Anyway, I woke up at 5:30 that morning to go pee and when I got up from my bed, my water broke. I freaked out a little bit, startling Steph awake. We rushed to the hospital calling Finn on the way. He said that he'd meet us at the hospital. When we got there and the nurses got me into a room, Steph called James and Lisa for me.
7 hours later, the nurse told me that I had delivered a healthy baby girl. They asked me if I wanted to hold her. I was a little hesitant but I did. Finn took a picture of me holding her, so that way if I did decided on a closed adoption then I would have one picture of my daughter.
When James and Lisa knocked on the door to my hospital room, Steph and Finn decided to give us some privacy. "Rory, she's beautiful." Lisa said to me.
"Yes, she is." I said, handing the baby to Lisa.
"Rory, James and I have been talking and we want you to help us decide on a name for her."
"Oh you guys don't have to do that." I told them.
"We know but we want to. The way that we see it, she's your daughter… we're just taking care of her." James said.
I smiled at them. I know that they were trying to be considerate but at the same time it made me kind of sad that I wouldn't be raising my daughter myself. "Okay well, what names have you guys considered?" I asked.
They looked at each other. "Well we really like the name Savannah." Lisa said.
I nodded. "Okay, what about Savannah Lorelai?" I suggested, thinking about how my mom named me after her, and she was named after Gran.
"Is there significance to the name 'Lorelai'?" James asked me.
I nodded. "My great-grandmother's name was Lorelai Gilmore, My mom's name is Lorelai Victoria Gilmore II and I am Lorelai Leigh Gilmore III. I guess you could say it's kind of a tradition." I said.
James and Lisa both looked at my daughter before they looked at me. "I think it's perfect." Lisa said.
"Welcome to the world…Savannah Lorelai." The three of us said at the same time.
A/N: I hope that you guys liked this one. The next chapter isn't going to be and actual One-Shot…It's going to be me responding you the reviews that you guys have written.
