K so this is my first Gilmore Girls fic...I'm not a fan of the whole "Rory finds out she's pregnant with Logan's baby after they break up" storyline, but this little plot bunny invaded my head and I needed to get it out, and I kinda liked it, so here you go.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. All the glory goes to Amy Sherman Palladino, who created some excellent characters for me to play with.

1. An Unexpected Development
One year after she rejected his proposal, Logan returns to Stars Hollow to find that a lot has changed.

He was here.

Why was he here? He didn't live here. But there he was, walking down the street towards Luke's Diner, where Rory could clearly see from her seat inside.

It had been fourteen months since Rory Gilmore had last seen Logan Huntzberger. Fourteen months since she'd given him his ring back and told him she wasn't ready to marry him. Fourteen months since he'd walked away from her.

Eleven and a half months since she'd gone to the road doctor for some unexplained fatigue and nausea and received a diagnosis that changed her life.

The bell over the door of the diner rang, and Luke looked up from where he was wiping down the counter. "Oh."

Logan nodded at Luke, who hadn't decided how he wanted to react to his new step-daughter's ex-boyfriend.

Lorelai had been in the seat facing the doorway, and when she noticed Logan, she looked at her daughter. "Did you know he was here?"

Rory shook her head. "I saw him outside like 30 seconds ago and that was the first I heard about it."

Logan had noticed them, and Lorelai stood up. "I'll be upstairs if you need me."

"Can I sit?" Logan asked.

Rory gestured wordlessly.

"Hi."

"What are you doing here, Logan?" Rory asked, the words only a little harsher than she had intended them.

"I don't know. I got in from California an hour ago and I just started driving. Something about being here is way less threatening than going to my parents' house, and I needed some time to myself before I go there. You know how it is."

"I do?"

"You used to." Logan finally noticed the baby carrier that sat on the chair next to Rory. "Who's this?" he asked.

"Lorelai Gilmore," Rory replied smoothly.

"I should have guessed," Logan remarked. Then his brow furrowed and he said, "Your mother is Lorelai Gilmore, and she already has a Lorelai Gilmore. So am I to assume that this Lorelai Gilmore belongs to you?"

Rory nodded slowly.

"So do you call her Lorelai, or something else?"

"Lila. We call her Lila."

Logan nodded. "So you must've had some hookup after we broke up."

"I guess."

"You guess? Do you not even remember?"

"Oh, I think I remember."

The baby began to fuss, and Rory sighed. "Come here, baby." She lifted her daughter from the carrier, and that's when Logan saw it.

Even at only a few months old, Lila had the striking, signature Gilmore blue eyes, but her facial features and slightly curly blonde hair were indicative of only one genealogy.

The kid looked like she was 100% Huntzberger.

"Rory, is she …?" he couldn't even bring himself to finish the question.

Rory looked at him, and then at the baby. "Um. Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me, Ace?" Logan was angry now.

"It all happened so fast, Logan," Rory started.

"So fast? You had nine months!"

"It was more like seven and a half."

"Still! I didn't change my phone number, I know you still talk to Honor occasionally, there are a dozen ways you could have gotten ahold of me and I would have come back!"

"I didn't want you to come back! Logan, California was where you wanted to go, and you deserved that chance, just like I deserved to have a shot at my career without the name 'Huntzberger' being thrown around. I wanted to make it on my own."

"Yeah and look where that got you."

"Look, Logan. My mom and Luke got engaged four months after I found out, and got married two months ago. The last year of my life has been a whirlwind of trying to figure out what I'm doing, and helping my mom plan a wedding. I have only just begun to put my new life together and to be honest, telling you was not on the forefront of my mind."

"And again I ask, why?"

"How about you find out you're pregnant and have to reconfigure your life, and then you tell me."

"All physical impossibilities aside, that kind of just happened, Ace. Do my parents know about this?"

"Why would you think that?"

"So they don't."

"I didn't say that."

"So they do?"

"Didn't say that either."

"C'mon, Rory. Be straight with me."

"No, they don't know. I even had to swear my grandparents to secrecy—not that they were happy about any of it, by the way. I'm just like my mother, they said. Oh, it's a little better, I have my college degree, but all that wasted potential, just the same. And what would I have said to your parents? 'Hi Mr. and Mrs. Huntzberger, remember me, Rory Gilmore? The one who turned down your son's proposal? Yeah, I'm pregnant. It's his. No, I'm not going to tell him.' "

"It was just a question, Ace."

"Don't call me Ace." Lila had since quieted and Rory moved to place her back in the carrier.

"Wait—Rory."

"What, Logan?"

"Can I—can I hold her?"

"Why?" If anything, Rory clutched the baby tighter at his question.

"Why?" Logan looked at his ex-girlfriend incredulously. "Do I need a reason? She's my daughter, Rory. I think if she's sitting right across from me, I deserve the chance to at least meet her properly."

Rory reluctantly handed the baby across the table. "Have you even held a baby before?"

Logan rolled his eyes just a little. "Honor and Josh had their first baby a year after they got married, and another one the year after that. And Honor just announced that she's pregnant again. I will have you know that I am a very much-loved 'Uncle Logie' to a very rambunctious two-and-a-half-year-old boy and a beautiful, sassy, opinionated eight-month-old girl. So yes, I have held a baby before."

This baby wasn't like holding his niece and nephew, though. As soon as Logan settled Lila in his arms, he felt different. She blinked her big blue eyes at him and Logan was smitten. A small, contented smile spread across his face before he could even register what was happening.

"Um, so what do we do now?" Rory asked after a few minutes. "I mean, I can't make you stay away but…how do we make this work?"

Logan shrugged. "Well, now that I know, I can't very well keep this from my parents. And I'll…I'll ask my dad to take me back at the company, and then I can base out of Hartford or New York or at least somewhere on the same coast as you."

"Logan, don't—"

"This is for Lila, Rory. Not for you. At least, not unless you want it to be. I may not have known about her until about half an hour ago, but there is no way I am doing to that kid what my father did to me. She will know that I will do anything for her, no matter what, and that I will be at every birthday party and every Christmas and dance recital or sports game or debate or mathlympics or whatever it is she decides she loves. There is no way I am going to be my father, Rory. I won't let that happen." He stood, and handed the baby back to her. "Do you still have the same phone number?"

Rory nodded.

"I'll call you. If not tonight, then tomorrow." Logan looked at his watch. "I have to go." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "I wish you had told me, Ace," he said.

"Wow, what was that?" Lorelai asked, reclaiming her seat across the table.

"I don't really even know. But I think Logan's moving back," Rory said.

"So…?" Lorelai let her question hang.

"I have no idea," Rory answered. "No freaking idea."

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