a/n:Yeah, I know it took me hella long. I have no excuses, really. But at least I am updating now, right? So please read and review. I put a lot of work into this chapter.

Except for the fact that I do not have a beta. If anyone is interested in doing that for me, let me know.


I sat in the corner of the alley, completely out of breath. I clutched my arms around my stomach and tried to catch my breath the best I could. After all, it isn't everyday that a Gilmore runs. Runs scared, now

that is a different story. But this time, it was a little more literal.

I had seen him.

Or wait, scratch that. I thought I had seen him. There I was, walking down the street, ok so it was more of a waddle but that wasn't my point. I was walking down the street in the middle of the broad daylight carrying nothing

but the clothes on my back and the baby in my stomach when I stop to shade my eyes from the sun. When I see it. It meaning the messy blonde hair in the diverse mix of people that happened to have no idea that I was about

to stop breathing right there. Before I could even catch up with my feet ahead of me, they were speeding down the street and into the alley. I watched until I saw the blonde hair man in question walk past the alley. It wasn't him,

it never was.

That was only the most recent near spotting. They had been more. Some of them I didn't even want to admit to myself. But none of them I admitted to anyone around me. What could I say exactly?

thought I saw my ex-boyfriend. Or the Father of my unborn baby that just happens to not knowing anything about it

Yeah, I could just imagine it now. I would be sent to the nearest crazy house the second someone heard that. It just wasn't normal. I wondered if it was normal to think about him as much as I did, or still do.

I mean, I had this big reality check of how our relationship ended everytime I looked down, remebering the little life that was waiting to be born.

How could someone forget something like that?

I don't know about him, but I sure couldn't.

I caught my breath but Icould still feel my heart beating through my chest. I told myself that is was just my mind playing tricks on me. And not my mind trying to tell me that I miss him more than I was ready to admit.

I wasn't sure if I would ever be ready to admit that.

I walked out of the alley casually, dusting off my pants and walking down the street as if nothing had happened.


I really shouldn't have been suprised. She was a Gilmore, after all. It took me meeting Lorelai to truly understand why she was the way she was. Late again. But leave it to me to be on time, left waiting for her.

It had gotten worse since she was pregnant. But I had no choice but to be understanding.

I really was a jack ass.

Especially today. I knew I had something that I should probably tell her, but I couldn't really bring myself to do it. I mean, New York was a big city, what were the chances that they would actually see each other?

I didn't want to freak her out.

I was lost in my own thoughts. But in the back of my mind, I could hear the familar voice in the distance.

"My friend is right there! Can I just sit down, please? No, I do not need any help. I'm pregnant, not retarted." It could only be one person. "But you know how you can help me? Bring me some coffee."

And there she was. Standing in front of me with that look on her face. The patten Gilmore 'do-what-I-say-or-suffer-the-consquences-and-they-will-be-dire' face. Yep, after knowing her for so long you could just tell

their very wordy facial expressions. She sat down with authority, showing more of her mood.

I looked over at her. "You know you are not supposed to have coffee." It's not like it mattered much.

"Not after the day that I've had today." Ah, the 'Don't-ask-or-suffer-the-consquences' look. Yeah, there were a lot of consquences in my friendship.

"Alright then. Have you talked to Finn?" I changed the subject. No consquences for me today.

"He's on his way." Those were her only words. Whatever had happened today must have shaken her. Usually she would go into a 15 minute rant about Finn and his constant need to be the last one anywhere. I never mentioned that

she was always late too. While I was waiting for both of them, of course.

My attention followed my eyes to the street. I looked at each person that walked by the small cafe. At any second, he could pass by and make her world crash down again.

She had been insisting for months now that she was over it, that she was going to concentrate on her baby and not on the man that had helped make it. But I knew her. I knew her well enough to know that as soon as his name

was brought up in any sort of conversation it would bring everything down. From her optimstic mood about her future to any kind of smile that we would be graced with.

I sighed. She needed to know. If something had happened and she knew he was here and that I hadn't told her, well needless to say that therer would be consquences.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked her. There was no backing out now.

She looked at me, her head tilted to the side from pure curiousity. "Shoot."

I took a deep breath and took a sip from my coffee in front of me. "It's about Logan."

I tried to not look at her face. I didn't like that he still had that hold over her, when he was the one that got to leave everything behind. I didn't have to look at her to know that he face was now showing her mood perfectly clear.

"Uh huh." I could barely hear her.

"He's coming to visit for Honor's birthday." I could hear her breath catch in her throat. I knew she was done talking. What else could she say? "He's coming tomorrow. For 4 or 5 days. I haven't told him anything about you."

I finally looked up and looked over to her. Her head was down in a truly defeated manner. She looked up and looked at me, before standing up.

"I'm sorry Colin. I think I am just going to go home. Call me later, ok?" And just like that she was gone. I knew she probably had a lot to think about and I wouldn't be suprised if she locked herself in her apartment until she knew

he was no longer in New York City and there no was longer a chance of running into her past.

I sat at the table and wondered if I had just made the right decision. She had to know, right?

"Where is Rory, Mate?" Finn's voice was a slap in the face. One point for reality.

Great timing, really.