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Chapter Two

The next week passed as normal but the most excited person about the upcoming events was driving her mother absolutely insane.

"Kylie! Darling! You have to be quiet for five minutes or I think might pull my hair out!" Rory cried, exasperated, as she collapsed onto the sofa and covered her face with her hand.

"Sorry…" Kylie stared at the floor before scurrying off to play in her room. Right as she was about to snuggle into the couch cushions and rest her eyes, her cell-phone began to vibrate.

"What?" she answered, grumbling.

"Oh, I am demoted to a What?" Lorelai spoke from the other end. "No my giver of life, the most wonderful mommy ever. What can I do for you?"

"Sorry, Mom." Rory groaned. "Do you want me to repeat that whole litany?"

"Ooh, not if this is your interpretation of Oscar the Grouch. Might get my head bit off… birthday girl going crazy?"

"How did you guess?"

"I used to have a birthday crazed little girl in my possessions. Now she prefers subtle, classy affairs with crème Brule and weird little shrimp cakes, than a big bad blow out kind of birthday party with a triple chocolate cake and popcorn balls. Ah I miss those days."

"Mom…you want to throw my five year old a big bad blow out kind of birthday party, don't you?"

"Yes!" Lorelai squealed with delight. "It's all planned out, and I know Mom's got the whole Friday Night dinner thing planned. By the way eat before you go. But I want to have you know the streamers and balloons bought. I've ordered the cake from Weston's. Luke and Sookie are already fighting over gets to make what food, but you know its going to be delicious. And all you have to do is say yes and show up!"

"Mom, don't you think waiting until she is a little older for this would be wise?"

"Rory, Rory, Rory. I am the party planner of the year, no decade, actually century cause I'm getting up there in years. And if you don't say yes I'm going to kidnap my own grandchild and expose her to the world of papier-mâché piñatas and Oreo eating contests all by myself."

"I'll talk to Logan."

"I already did, he is all for it. So I'll get everything ready. See you tomorrow night for dinner!"

Rory did not get a chance to retort before her mother hung up. Rory rolled her eyes as she hit the end button and threw her head back in exhaustion.

"My mother…" she chuckled to herself.

"Mommy…" Kylie mumbled, sulking back into the room.

"What?" Rory answered, without opening her eyes.

"Can I sit with you?"

Rory's eyes shot open and she smiled compassionately.

"Come here." Rory moved over and Kylie climbed up on the couch, burying her face in her mother's shoulder.

"I can't believe you are going to be five-years-old tomorrow…" She whispered, into her daughter's hair. "You never did tell me what you wanted."

No answer.

"Kylie?" Rory looked down and realized Kylie was dozing off, her little blue eyes fluttering closed.

"I want my own newspaper, Momma." She replied softly,

"Ah, right, my love. Go to sleep and we can talk about it later." Rory chuckled, as Kylie nested into her arms.

"Rory, I'm home!" She heard Logan call from the kitchen. "What kind of pizza are we ordering tonight? Cause I am thinking mushroom…and oh!" He shut up as he entered into the living room, and saw his sleeping daughter in Rory's arms.

"She ready for bed already?" Logan whispered as he lifted Kylie off of Rory and laid her down on the other sofa, covering her with a cashmere blanket. He turned back to his wife and helped her to her feet.

"No, she just needs a power nap. She has been bouncing off the walls all afternoon. I swear, she has more energy than anyone, including my mother!" Rory laughed as they went back into the kitchen, arm around each other's waist.

"It's her birthday, give her a break." Logan replied as they crossed to the massive hearth room, and sat on the window seat. She leaned into his chest automatically and he put his arms around her.

"We're getting old, Logan."

"Ha, yes. I'm afraid we are."

"She's growing up so fast. I can't believe it. Last time, I checked she was just a baby, fast asleep in my arms."

"She was a lot quieter than, ironically." Logan mumbled.

"Yeah I know. But I wouldn't have it any other way." Rory beamed up at him.

"I'm going out for a drink with some of the guys from work tonight, is that ok? So I thought we could order some pizza, get Kylie settled into "The Parent Trap" and we could have a few minutes all to our own, Mrs. Huntzberger, before I go." He whispered, kissing the base of her neck. Rory sighed happily as she waited for him to get to her lips before pushing him away.

"Tough luck, honey. I have to figure out how I'm going to talk my mother out of the biggest birthday party a five year old has ever seen tonight. Afraid you aren't going to get any tonight… if only you hadn't agreed to let her throw the thing, perhaps my night would be free." Rory smirked before she stood, heading over to the kitchen island and retrieving the pizza menu. Logan groaned and mocked a laugh, walking to stand beside her.

"So mushrooms…?"

Logan did not answer, his mind drifting back.


"So what do you want on your pizza? I was thinking mushrooms and pepperoni, and a side of the garlic cheese bread!" Rory called from the kitchen of her New York Flat, a bunch of multi-colored menus in her hands.

"Sounds great, babe." Logan called from his desk, typing furiously on his laptop.

"Logan, the whole point of getting away was to get away! It's why we go this place - a chance to get out of Hartford and be alone…" Rory strode over to him, and wrapped her arm around him, kissing his neck. Logan sighed as he turned around in his desk chair, taking her by the waist and stood to kiss her more fully.

"Let me fax the layout to Max, and then I'm yours. Get some of those mozzarella sticks too. Extra marinara." Logan insisted.

"Logan…" Rory sighed.

"Give me one more sec, Ace. I need to check messages. Can I use your phone?"

"Sure, but hurry up! I got a movie for us to watch tonight!" She called, returning to the kitchen. Logan stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widened in complete shock - whatever he was listening to had caused him to freeze.

"Logan, what's wrong?" Rory asked, turning back to him, crossing to set her hand on his chest. The phone slipped from his hand. Rory gasped, instinctively reaching to grab it.

"That is my four hundred dollar phone you nearly smashed!"

"You haven't checked your messages today have you?"

"What, you said you were checking your own!"

"It beeped in…and you didn't answer the question…"

"I checked them before I got in the shower after work. Did my mom call?"

"No, Dr. Randall…"

'The results of our physicals? He said he'd have the results next week."

"He had some urgent news…"

"What?!" Rory cried with anticipation.

"We're…you're… pregnant…" he breathed out the words, his voice barely registering above a whisper.

"WHAT?!" The word had taken on a whole different context now. "How could this happen? We were being so careful!" Rory sank onto the couch, burying her face in her hands. Logan said nothing but he sat down on the coffee table in front of her, before her hands into his.

"Logan, I know nothing about being a parent! I mean I didn't babysit or have any interest in kids. What are we going to do?" She whispered, her eyes glazed over with tears and they cascaded down her porcelain cheek.

"Rory, you are going to be a wonderful mother…" Logan assured her. "Look at your mom and how she raised you. No doubt you are going to be just as great."

"You think so?"

"I know so…it's just me I'm worried about."

"What could you possibly mean by that?"

"My dad was not exactly a dad was he?" Logan's hand clenched into fists. "Not exactly the best parental role model in my book. Mitchum never took a day off to throw the ball around or help with homework. How am I gonna know what to do?! I barely even saw the man through grades K-12!" Logan was shouting now, running his fingers through his short blonde hair.

"So, we're not the most qualified…. But you are not going to end up like your dad! You have something he didn't."

"What?"

"You have me…"

"True." Logan replied, pulling her into his arms before kissing her hair, the scent of her lilac shampoo wafting through his nose, intoxicating him.

"Logan, I'm scared…"

"So am I…but we are going to get through this…"

"I hope so."

All the apprehension was gone the second Kylie was born, the moment Logan held his daughter in her arms. Her peaches-and- cream skin and loose brown curls were her mother's all the way. He rocked her back and forth noiselessly while Rory watched from the bed, her eyes narrowed with exhaustion but her smile was wide. She stretched out to touch his hand.

"She'd so beautiful…" Logan whispered.

"No, she's perfect…" Rory replied.

At that moment, Kylie's eyes fluttered open and Logan gasped.

"What's the matter?" Rory sat up alarmed, reaching instinctively for Kylie.

"Nothing, it's just her eyes…they are identical to yours." Logan replied as Kylie squirmed, stretching her arms out. She opened her mouth and just as Logan prepared himself for a blood-curdling scream, when Kylie yawned, snuggled into his arm and fell back to sleep.

"Well I am her mother, Logan." Rory chuckled, taking the baby from her husband.

"I figured as much." Logan retorted sarcastically. "Are you sure I'm the father?"

"I don't kiss and tell…" Rory smiled.

"No matter, I don't think I have ever been this happy." Logan kissed his wife on the forehead.

"Me either."


"Logan, did you hear me?" Rory snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Ok, you officially don't get a say. I'm getting pepperoni and mushroom, plus and order of that garlic cheese bread." Rory was about to dial when she found herself being lifted onto the counter. Her hand flew to her stomach reflexively.

"Logan, what the heck? Be careful!" Rory was interrupted by a sudden kiss, Logan's lips passionately matched with hers.

"Did I mention today how much I love you?" Logan kissed her between each word. Rory pressed her forefinger to his lips to stop him.

"Not today…" She chuckled, stroking his face gently.

"I love you, Rory…"

"I love you, too…so what about the pizza?"

"You have a one-track mind these days, my dear." Logan chuckled.

"I'm pregnant." She replied defensively.

"Right - excuses, excuses."

"So, it sounds good to you?"

"Sounds great. But get an order of mozzarella sticks too. Extra marinara." Logan replied. Rory was suddenly puzzled.

"That sounds familiar…where have I heard that before?" She questioned him. Logan shrugged, a smile spreading over his face.

"Once upon a dream I suppose…" He replied as Rory dialed the phone number for the pizza place.