Rory opened the front door and immediately heard Luke and Lorelai's voices carrying from the kitchen.

"You can't have French fries and mashed potatoes; you have to have something healthy. You're setting an example for your pregnant daughter."

"If I eat them all, she can't eat them and she has to eat the green thingies you made for her."

"They're called broccoli and that's not how it works!" Luke cried, tossing the vegetable in a bowl as he drizzled olive oil into it.

Rory sat down at the kitchen table and picked up a French fry.

"See, like mother like daughter," Luke waved his oily hand.

"Her cravings aren't her fault! She's being controlled by a tiny baby telling her to eat chocolate, cry at flowers, sleep at red lights."

"You fell asleep at a red light?" Luke's eyebrows shot all the way up to his hat.

"I wasn't the one driving! Miss Daisy here was going five miles an hour and I had just had a big lunch after my doctor's appointment." Rory sat down her water and pointed accusingly at her mother.

"Hey, I'm just trying to look out for our precious cargo!" Lorelai held up her hands.

Luke sat down at the table with the bowl and a tray of meatloaf.

"How was your day, kid?" Lorelai calmed down and began filling her plate with food.

"Ester scanned 120 pages upside down for the archive, so I had to rotate 120 documents. Charlie figured out how to work social media, but I can't get him to stop posting political rants on coin collector Facebook Groups." Rory made sure to put an extra helping of broccoli on her plate to placate Luke. "And this one has decided to make their presence very known."

Rory leaned back and smoothed out her sweater.

"Whoa, where did that come from?" Lorelai dropped her fork.

"Well, mom, when two people love each other—"

"No, sweetie, I told you it was a stork who snuck in and the baby went up your nose. I'm just saying…" Lorelai stared wide-eyed at the large bump.

"She's in her fourth month, so it makes sense. You know, I read the baby now has eyelashes, nails, and hair. It can even yawn, stretch, and make faces." Luke calmly stated, adding an extra slice of meatloaf onto his plate.

"Okay, Doctor Spock, how do you know that?" Lorelai looked at him in shock.

"I read some books. Someone left one in the diner and I thought it'd be helpful to know around here." Luke shrugged.

Lorelai looked at Rory, half in wonder but also in awe at how excited Luke was for the baby.

"So, are you ready?" Luke asked.

"Not really, but I have five more months." Rory shrugged, taking a bite of meatloaf.

"Hun, I think he means are you ready for all the questions."

Rory sighed and looked down at the newly prominent bump.

"Maybe I can just hide at Grandma's until I give birth. Like one of those homes for wayward women."

"You're not wayward." Lorelai grabbed Rory's hand.

"You know this is always your home." Luke added.

Rory felt the familiar sting of tears and the new feeling of heart burn.

"Mom, do we have anything for heart burn?" Rory asked rubbing her chest.

"That's the hair, when the baby starts growing hair mothers start to feel heartburn more often, you know, depending on how much hair the baby will have." Luke proudly stated. "I bought you some pills last week, should be on your dresser."

Lorelai and Rory exchanged looks. Again.

"I think I'm going to go lay down," Rory picked up her glass and made her way to her room.

Rory sat Stan on her desk and laid on her bed. She stared at the thick manuscript again.

She knew time was ticking away, she couldn't bring the baby home to her mother's. She couldn't do that to Luke and Lorelai, they were still newlyweds. Also, the house felt small enough with just the three of them.

Rory's phone buzzed, she forwarded it to voicemail and rolled over.

After a minute it continued to vibrate wildly with incoming text messages. In all caps Paris texted: THAT SLIMEBALL ACTUALLY DID IT. HE ACTUALLY MARRIED HER.

Rory's heart stopped and her stomach, not the baby, lurched. Her hand hovered over the link Paris had attached to her last text. Against her better judgement she opened the news article and there was Logan. In a black tux. Dipping and kissing a blonde woman in a sleek wedding gown, showing off her thin figure.

She closed the browser as fast as she could, but the damage was done. Her heartburn was replaced with heart ache as she felt her breath get shaky. She jumped up and reached for her water and the pills Luke had left for her. After swallowing down two, she still felt a burning in her throat and decided to let the tears flow.

She picked up Stan, holding it like a teddy bear as she turned the lights off and decided to call it a night.

Rory rolled over as she began to wake up, a familiar dull pain in her back greeted her as she stretched under the warm covers. She reached over to check what time it was as the memories of last night returned but her bedside table was empty.

"I told you to start getting used to sleeping with a pillow between your legs." Her mother's voice sounded from the chair across the room.

"Where's my phone?" Rory sat up inspecting her blankets and under her pillow.

"I just read a very interesting article on how cellphones can cause babies to have extra appendages especially if the mother sleeps next to them." Lorelai moved in closer, sitting on Rory's bed.

"Mom. I already know. Logan's married. Paris texted me last night."

"Logan? Logan who? I don't know what you're talking about. Your grandmother did not call to tell me this morning. Luke is not currently digging a grave."

"Look, Mom, it took a while but I finally came to terms with the fact that he didn't want me—"

"Rory—"

"No, Mom, I'm not a little girl you can't keep me from getting hurt. Logan could have ended it at any time, but he chose not to. He chose the life he wanted, and I think it's the right choice. Being Logan Huntzberger's wife was a life I didn't want anyways. I'm making a name for myself on my own with this book." Rory pointed over to Stan in her bed.

"Honey, it's natural if you're upset. He was someone you dated a very long time and while he was engaged even."

Rory sat in silence remembering the last time they were together. A random inn. One last crazy night. She didn't know until later it was actually his bachelor party.

"It's also okay to be upset because he's the father of your child." Lorelai added.

"He's no—" Rory objected.

"Sweetie, I know he is. I know you don't want to say it but the wookie was too long before unless this is an episode of 'I didn't know I was pregnant', it wasn't whateverhisname was that you kept forgetting you were with, and you would have told me if it was anyone else."

Rory's body sagged back into her bed and she felt her eyes sting with tears. Lorelai held her hand and pushed her hair back like when she was little. She wanted to take away the hurt and pain, but she knew Rory would get through it. It would make her a stronger mother.

"If you want to stay in bed all day, I can call the inn and—"

"No, Mom, you have to go to work. I have things to do today."

"Okay, but if you need me—"

"I know," Rory gave a half smile and her mother kissed her forehead and began to leave the room.

"Mom, are you forgetting something?" Rory sat back up.

Lorelai held up Rory's phone from her pocket and set it on the dresser.