A/n: So I know it took a while. But here my prequel to 'secrets'. Enjoy. And for all of my returning readers, I know that I have been very bad with some of my stories in the past, but the more reviews I receive, the better I feel about my story, therefore the sooner that I get ideas for new chapters and write and post them. And I think that is what we all want. So how about you hit the button and give me a review. Tell me what you think.

Rory

I was sitting in Stars Hallow. It was a sunny summer's day. The kind that people came to Stars Hollow for. I lifted my arms and stretched, feeling the warm sun hit my growing belly. I sigh, pulling my legs up to my chest the best that I could. I was waiting for my Mom to stop working so we could go clothes shopping, since I was in dire need of clothing that didn't make me look like a cow.

It hadn't been long since he had left. Long enough for me to pat my stomach and know that there was a baby there. I had tried to keep my mind off of him, because as far as I knew he had never tried to contact me in the last 4 months. Since the day that he left. I never heard from him. And all I could think about is if he loved me like he said he did, why wasn't he here? Why didn't he know about his baby that I am carrying? I was beyond hurt. The chances of me ever telling him were slim. He had his chance. He took his chance to California.

I tried to push all thoughts of Logan out of my mind, as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I struggled to reach for it before the person hung up. I grinned when I see who it was.

"Dear Finn. What do I owe for this pleasant surprise of a phone call? Have you run out of alcohol?" I laugh before I wait for his response.

"I have never run out of alcohol Love. It would be a sin." I shake my head. Finn would never change. "But I am just calling to check up on my favorite pregnant chicka." He chuckles.

I put my hand on my stomach affectionately. Even if its Father had left me broken hearted, I still loved this baby more than I ever thought possible. I already felt a bond. "We are doing just fine. You don't have to call and check up on us you know." He really didn't. But I liked that he did, he was like a brother to me.

"Of course I do. I wouldn't be a very good Uncle Finny if I didn't, right?" I laugh. He was excited to be an Uncle. Even if he wasn't mine or Logan's brother by blood. I don't think he would have it any other way. Uncle Finny. It had a nice ring to it. "And plus, I wanted to make sure that we were still on for tomorrow."

It was our thing. Our meaning me, Finn, Colin and Stephanie. Once a week since two weeks after Logan left, we had met for lunch. The same day, the same restaurant. "Of course we are still on. Hey, do we still have that bet to see if Steph and Colin are actually going to make eye contact?" I laugh. Everyone knew that Steph and Colin were dancing around each other. Hell, even the waiters knew.

"Damn straight Love. Double or nothing it's not for another two weeks." Finn replied. Oh how I loved my weekly rituals with the people that were becoming my best friends.

"You're on." I said, laughing into the receiver of the phone.

Lorelai

I walked out of the Inn to hear my daughter laughing. It was good to finally start to hear her laughing again. After Logan had left, she had been a mess. It took a week's supply of coffee and Oreos to bribe her out of bed.

And then the situation just got so much more complicated. My beautiful, bright, witty daughter was pregnant. Out of wedlock. Just like I was. But she had something that I didn't. She is already a Yale graduate. But at least the Father of my baby knew that she existed. Logan was clueless.

She had a job at a small local paper, which worried me. Rory was never one to know how to slow down.

I looked at her, sitting on the swing in front of the Inn when she hung up the phone. "Ready to go?" I nodded. And we left. The mall was always a fun place for Gilmore girls. Especially pregnant ones that want pretty clothes.

As we walked through the mall, going into the few selected maternity clothing stores that a mall could have, I started thinking about Logan. We hadn't talked about him. Rory wouldn't hear of it. She wouldn't let me tell her that he had called to talk to her, but I was sworn to secrecy. She didn't want him to know. And I couldn't help but think that could be the worst decision.

Rory came out of a dressing room, looking stunning. Everything about her was stunning at this moment, except the big frown that was on her face.

"Wow Hun…" I didn't get the chance to tell her that she looked great. She cut me off.

"'Wow Hun' meaning 'Wow Hun, how the hell could you do that to yourself and your child by putting that ugly thing on?' or is it more like 'Wow Hun, that dress looked great on the manikin. How did you manage to make it look so fat on you'?"

I stared blankly at her. She was exactly like me. I loved every second of it. Well, as long as I could convince her to get that dress. "No actually. I was going to say 'Wow Hun, that dress makes you look like Kate Moss.'" She looks at me like she doesn't believe me. "No really, I was about to check you into rehab. I thought you had a drug problem and was starting to drop weight like whoa."

I smile at her while she continues to stare at me like I am crazy. She looks down at the dress before looking in the mirror one more time. "Fine, I'll get it." She walks away into the dressing room to change into her previously worn clothing.

About 45 minutes later, we sat in the food court. Now I was very concerned about my daughter's eating habits now that she was with child, so instead of getting ice cream, I made her get frozen yogurt. I started to eat my yogurt, while studying my daughter carefully. I was tired of tip-toeing around the subject of Logan. He had gotten my daughter pregnant; we had to talk about him, right? I wanted to know if she was ever going to tell him. I wanted to know if she thought about him. If she wished things were different.

"Can I ask you a question?" She looked up from her yogurt and tilted her head.

"Sure. But if it is about getting seconds on the burrito from earlier, the answer is yes." She smiled at me.

I laugh. She probably ate twice as much now. She could pass me up. It amazed me. "No, that isn't it. I was wondering…" I stalled. I wasn't sure how she was going to react. "Have you talked to him?"

Her face paled instantly at the word him. I instantly figured out that it was the wrong place and time to bring this up. "It doesn't matter."

"It does Rory. You're having his baby." The look on her face went from hurt to pissed.

"No, I am not having his baby. I am having my baby. And I would appreciate it if you would drop this right now." She put down her cup and crossed her arms over her chest. She looked like a four year old.

"What a medical marvel, you having a baby without the meeting of sperm and egg? My daughter is the Virgin Mary. I never thought that would happen." I say sarcastically. Looking back on this pleasant conversation, I figured out that is probably why our fights get so bad, when we do fight. Because neither of us know when to shut our mouths and put the sarcasm away.

She looked shocked. She stood up from the table. "I thought you of all people would understand this Mom. I've tried to get a hold of him. Is it my fault he hasn't answered his phone? No, it's not. And it's not this baby's fault either." I put her hands on her stomach as if to protect it. "It obvious he doesn't want me anymore Mom. So he can't have my baby either." She spit out angrily before walking away.

I eventually found her waiting by the car. The car ride was silent until I turned on the radio. The Clash came on. We looked at each other, smiling slightly before starting to sing off key, but in harmony.