AN:Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls is the creation of glimpses into these two finding out the gender of their two kids. Hope you enjoy!

Rory sat in the waiting room of the private London clinic, clutching a disposable cup of water in one hand and her phone in the other. The ultrasound gel was still slightly cold on her skin, even though she had wiped most of it off.

She was twenty weeks pregnant, halfway there, and had just received the single most shocking piece of news of her life. As if this pregnancy hadn't already been enough of a surprise.

She was having a boy.

A boy.

Not a girl.

Not a tiny, fast-talking, book-obsessed Lorelai Gilmore 3.0.

Aboy.

A tiny, messy, rough-and-tumbleboy. A kid just like Logan that would probably wreak havoc in her life. She was screwed.

Rory was still in a state of mild shock as she left the clinic, her head spinning with every ridiculous thought she had never had to consider before. Would she have to learn about trucks? Sports? How to navigate the absolutehorrorof men's public restrooms?

And more importantly - why had she beenso sureshe was having a girl?!

She had already picked out names, for crying out loud. She had imagined tiny blue dresses and little floral onesies. Had imagined herself and her daughter - herdaughter -curled up together on the couch, readingLittle Women.

Instead, she was having aboy. A boy who would one day be aman.

This was not the plan.

She needed reinforcements.

With one tap, she hit FaceTime and waited, bouncing impatiently on her feet as she stepped out onto the London sidewalk.

Lorelai picked up on the second ring.

"Hey, hon! How'd it go? Did we get confirmation that you're carrying the next great feminist leader?"

Rory let out a strangled sound - somewhere between a laugh and a whimper.

"Mom,he's a boy!"

Lorelai blinked. "Wait, what?"

"Aboy!Not a girl! A boy!"

Lorelai gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like she was in a telenovela. "No! Not aboy!"

"Yes! Aboy!"

"Oh, the humanity! The horror! The,wait, why do you sound like you just found out you're carrying a tiny alien instead of a human child?"

Rory huffed, pacing back and forth. "Because he wassupposedto be a girl! I was prepared for agirl!I was going to teach her about Jane Austen and take her to feminist marches and make her watchA Room with a ViewandThe Philadelphia Story!I wasreadyfor a girl!"

Lorelai, clearly enjoying herself, leaned forward. "You know boys can watchThe Philadelphia Story, right? And be feminists? And read Jane Austen?"

"That'snot the point," Rory huffed.

"Oh, I think it is," Lorelai said smugly. "Rory, sweets, you knew there was a50/50chance of this happening, right?"

"Yes, but I justfeltlike it was going to be a girl! Iknewit! I had motherly instincts!"

Lorelai snorted. "Oh, honey. Hate to break it to you, but I hadno ideawhat I was doing when I had you. There was no secret manual labeled'How to Raise a Tiny Gilmore'handed to me in the hospital."

Rory stopped pacing. "What?"

"I was flying blind, kid. You ate, cried, slept, and repeated, and I just adapted. All I knew was that I loved you and that I'd do my best not to totally screw you up. Same thing applies here. You love the kid, you teach him what's important, andvoilĂ !Parenting."

Rory sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Yeah, but what if he wants to play football?"

Lorelai made a face. "Then you teach him to lovebooksand to only play sports if he wants to, and you make Logan deal with all the muddy laundry."

That made Rory laugh.

Lorelai smirked. "See? Youdoknow how to raise a boy. You just needed a little Gilmore pep talk."

Rory let out a long breath. "Okay. Okay. Yeah. I can do this. It's fine. It's just... not what I expected."

Lorelai softened. "I get it. But I also know that you're gonna love that little guy more than you ever thought possible. And besides, if he turns out anything like Logan, he'll probably be charming, slightly ridiculous, and completely wrapped around your finger."

Rory smiled at that, feeling some of her panic start to fade. "Yeah. He will, won't he?"

Lorelai grinned. "Yup. And he'll be lucky to have a mom like you."

Later that night

By the time Logan got home from work, Rory had calmed down. Mostly.

She was sitting on the couch, curled up with a book and a cup of tea, when she heard the door open.

"Hey, Ace," Logan called as he shrugged off his coat. "How was the appointment?"

Rory closed her book and took a deep breath. "So... you know how we were convinced the baby was a girl?"

Logan's eyes flickered with curiosity as he walked over and sat down next to her. "Yeah?"

"Well... we were wrong."

Logan frowned for a second, and then realization dawned on his face. " 're having a boy?"

Rory nodded.

Logan's eyes went wide. "Holy -" He let out a low whistle, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "A boy."

Rory watched him carefully. "You're okay with that?"

Logan let out a laugh. "Are you kidding? I'mthrilled!A boy! That's amazing!" He grinned, leaning in to kiss her. "Why do you look like you've been having an existential crisis?"

Rory sighed. "Because I don't know how to raise a boy."

Logan tilted his head. "Rory, we don't know how to raiseanychild. This is our first one. It doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, we're figuring this out as we go. And, well I was a little boy once, so that helps."

She bit her lip. "I just... I always pictured us with a girl first."

Logan smiled, running a hand over her bump. "Hey. You're gonna be the best mom to this little guy. And he's gonna be smart, and stubborn, and probably obsessed with books—becauseyouare his mom."

Rory let that sink in. Maybe Logan was right. Maybe it didn't matter that the baby wasn't what she expected.

Because this wasn't just any boy.

This wastheirboy.

They were going to be just fine.

And for the first time all day, Rory actually believed it.