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Summary: You never really know what you're made of until you've lost it all. And when you stand in the wreckage that once was your "perfect" life, who will be there?

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Everything's Eventual Ch. 2

She waited with bated breath. The color drained from his face easily and she could see his mind working on overload in an effort to form words. A shaky hand ran through her hair as she let out a long breath. It was the first time that she had actually said it out loud. I'm pregnant, the statement sounded funny and foreign to her ears.

"I uhh…" He stuttered and if the situation wasn't so serious than she would have smiled. The normally articulate Logan Huntzberger was at a loss for words.

"You don't have to say anything, ok?" She quickly saved him. "It's not like I'm expecting much from you anyways…" The last part came out cold and evoked something within him.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" He growled and caught her slightly off guard.

"Nothing." She replied and turned her back towards him. Tears were quickly forming and she would be damned if he saw her cry. Rory knew she was stronger than this. She had to be.

"Rory," he placed an awkward hand on her shoulder. She didn't respond and he let out a sigh before speaking again. "So what are we going to do?"

"We?" She questioned wearily.

"Yes." He replied. "I mean we're in this together."

"I'm keeping it." She stated with determination without even being asked. She wanted to make sure he knew from the get go how things were going to be. "And if you decide to be a part of this, than it's for the long haul. You have to be sure that you can handle this for at least the next eighteen years." He nodded and she spoke again. "Because six years from now, you just can't take off. I'd rather have my child grow up without a father than lose him right in the middle. Do you know how tough it is to explain to a little kid that daddy got bored and left? Do you have any idea how much it hurts to hear that one of the people who gave you life couldn't even find time to pencil you into his schedule?"

"Rory," he cut her off mid rant. Her voice was quivering with each word and it was painful to watch. He realized how badly her father had damaged her and suddenly the closeness she had with her mother made even more sense. It was understandable why she would question his durability. Hell, he could barely commit to a girl. Never mind having the responsibility of another human being. Responsibility had never been a good look for him. Logan Huntzberger and reliability didn't belong in the same novel, forget sentence. But something in the back of his mind made him believe he could do it. He could change his life around for the good of Rory and their child. He would have to. "I'm in." She nodded in response, but didn't say anything. Nor did she fight it when he took her into his arms.

"I'm really scared, Logan." She whispered softly into his chest. His hand smooth over her hair and worked its way down her back.

"We're going to be fine." He promised.

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I'm Logan Huntzberger and I am always right." He returned matter of factly.

"God, I hope that he or she doesn't inherit your ego." Rory replied with a sigh.

"Yeah and same goes for your caffeine addiction."

"A little coffee never hurt anyone." She protested.

"Yeah, but somehow I don't think sixteen cups a day is a 'little'." He sparred and watched as her face set into a pout. "It's cute, though."

"Cute?" She asked in disdain.

"It gives you character."

"Shut it, Huntz." She warned lightly.

"What?" He asked innocently. "You know that euphoric look when you have first taste of the day. Hell Ace, I can't even elicit that kind of response from you."

"I could fake it if you would like?" She smiled. "I mean, all the time spent with you has turned me into quite the actress."

"Ouch. That stung a little bit." He held his hand over her heart.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry." She replied sweetly and was met with a wounded look.

"Somebody get the girl an Emmy." He responded dryly.

"I'd like to thank the academy. My mom, who always told me to reach for the stars. All my fans both big and small that made me into such a success…" She continued until she was cut off by a soft kiss.

"What? I don't get a thank you. I mean considering I was the one who helped you practice and all."

"And Logan Huntzberger, who had the decency to knock me up." She meant for it to be a joke but the statement hung heavy in the air, reminding the couple of what lay ahead of them.

Lorelai studied the ring that adorned her left ring finger carefully. It was small, but classy. Engaged almost two weeks and she had yet to tell Rory. Honestly, she never dreamed of not being able to share something so important with her only daughter. But time inevitably changes and there was no reversing it. The anger she felt towards Rory ate away at her and she tried numerous times to overcome it, but seemed unable to. Why was she so mad to begin with? She always encouraged her daughter to follow her heart and now that she had finally taken her advice, it tore a rift between the two. Something in her subconscious told her that there was more to the situation and maybe that's what hounded her late at night.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Luke's deep voice invaded her mind as he placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of her.

"You know, I never understood that statement." She returned ruefully. "I mean what can you buy for a penny? I'm not cheap, Danes." He let out a sigh and shook his head in response.

"Excuse me, Luke?" Kirk's monotone voice floated through the air.

"What do you want, Kirk?"

"I just wanted to commend you on an awesome breakfast. I mean these pancakes are delicious." He smiled easily.

"You're eating French toast." Lorelai pointed out and saw Kirk's face fall a little bit.

"I ordered pancakes."

"No you didn't. You ordered French toast." Luke replied with gritted teeth.

"Well, either way. It's great."

"Glad you like it." Luke muttered.

"And I notice that both you and Lorelai are here."

"Very perceptive, Kirk." Lorelai grinned.

"You know, Lulu is always telling me that!" He exclaimed. "But that's besides the point."

"There's a point here?" Luke wondered out loud.

"Yes." Kirk assured. "Now that you two are getting married. I think it's only fair that I be in the wedding. I mean considering what a big part of your relationship I was."

"You were?" Luke grumbled, but was met with a soft slap by his fiancée.

"What would you like to do, Kirk?" She asked sweetly.

"Well, I always wanted to be a flower girl…"

Rory woke up to the sun shining brightly through her semi transparent bedroom curtains. The bright glare cast a small shadow across her and Logan, who was still sleeping peacefully beside her. She took the time to study him. She wondered if their child with get his tussled blonde hair or his pouty lips. It still seemed strange to her that they would be raising a child together. Of all the guys she had been involved with, Logan was the last one she would have envisioned herself contemplatingspending her life with. Not that they had to get married or anything. But this child and his willingness to be involved meant that they would be connected forever. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Was Logan really someone she wanted to know forever?

Her heart pounded slightly as his arms wrapped tighter around her. He mumbled something in his sleep and that brought a smile to her face. The future was uncertain, but she was enjoying his company right now. He had an ease about him that made her comfortable and when he told her he was in it for good, she honestly believed it. She had known Logan as a lot of things, but a liar he was not. He always laid everything on the table for her, even if it hurt. Now, she only hoped that her trust in him wasn't misguided.

"Just because my eyes are close, doesn't mean I can't feel you watching me." Logan grumbled sleepily.

"Sorry." She tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"It's ok. I do the same thing when you're sleeping." He confided softly.

"That's kind of creepy." She laughed and saw a grin come over his face.

"You look so peaceful. I can't help it."

"Thanks, I think." She replied and a dull silence fell over them. Rory had been waiting to broach a certain topic and now seemed as good a time as any. "When are we going to tell everyone?"

"Everyone?" He played dumb.

"Yes. You know, my family and your family." She heard him sigh and roll over. She placed a hand on his shoulder and rolled him back around. "They're going to figure it out eventually, Logan."

"I don't know. I mean, my mom may be pretty, but she doesn't have a lot going on upstairs."

"But my mom does. And so don't my grandparents." She explained and waited for a response. When none came she forced herself out of bed and began pacing the small area beside it. "Forget it. I'll just tell them by myself."


"No. It's fine." She waved him off. He was out of bed before she even heard him make a sound. His arms wrapped around her waist.

"I'm going to go with you. I'm just being difficult." He whispered in her ear.

"Don't you think I have enough to worry about without you being 'difficult'?" she growled in response and he nodded.

"Why don't we kill two birds with one stone?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Get both the families together and tell them all at once." He reasoned.

"That's a bad idea, Logan. It's going to turn into World War three."

"Exactly." He smiled. "They will be to busy fighting with each other to fight with us. Therefore, we have a free out."

"My God." She replied with amazement. "That just might work."

"Well, I am the brains of this operation." He teased before placing a soft kiss on her neck.

"I knew there was a reason I kept you around." She replied as her thumb absentmindedly traced small circles on the outside of his hand.

"Here I was thinking that it was my breathtaking beauty and boyish charm."

"Don't kid yourself, sweetheart." She laughed. "You may be the brains, but I am definitely the beauty. You're the Velma to my Daphne."

"Velma?" Logan asked indignantly.

"Truth hurts, doesn't it?" She asked innocently.