Hey, guys! I have most of this fic written already so I'm going to try and post a chapter every day unless something comes up.

So, a bit of rambling to start: I watched A Year in the Life the night it came out and I've seen it fully about three times since then (I've watched "Fall" on its' own a lot more). I have to say that as a whole, in the sense of the way the show is, I liked it. I mean, there was a lot of problems, and I mean a lot, but as for what revivals generally are at this point, it hit the mark with the nostalgia factor and the overall feel of the original show pretty well. Character and ship-wise, it was a bit of a mess specifically on Rory's end. I think that there was a lot of ignorance in the writing since Amy and Dan refused to watch season 7, and then they went as far as ignoring the canon that they themselves wrote. Anyway, there's a lot of back and forth on how people feel about this and it's very complicated and complex, so I don't know, take a moment and think about it from all of the angles, I guess.

And, for the record, despite the cheating, I loved Rory and Logan in the revival. They still have that very natural couple feel and my feeling about the "final four words" and what occurs after, always ends with them because Logan isn't Christopher and he really does deserve the benefit of the doubt when it comes to those four words because he has always come through for Rory and I really think that he would now. Also, Rory would tell him or he would find out. Logically, it doesn't make sense for Logan not to.

End rant ~

The title is based on the song "Lost and Found" by Katie Herzig

I OWN NOTHING BUT MY WORDS.

9:30am - Harford, CT

She didn't think that she wanted it. It, for lack of better words, was a problem. A mistake. Something that, if it existed, would create chaos and destroy lives and Rory couldn't be 'that' girl again. She couldn't be the person that turned people's lives upside down again and she definitely didn't want to raise a kid on her own. Sure, she would have plenty of family and friends at her side, but she would still be alone.

She could do it on her own, the way that her mother did, but did she really want to? She grew up without a father and while he stood in front of her just a few weeks earlier and insisted that it was "in the cards" and that "it was always meant to just be her and her mother", Rory wasn't so sure. Her mother's strength was admirable and if she ever became a mother herself, she only hoped to share the same closeness as they did, but none of that changed the fact that she spent her entire life essentially fatherless- waiting for a man that never showed up. Was that something that she was willing to allow her child to experience? No. And Logan wouldn't be that way, he would never be Christopher. He would drop anything and everything for her and the baby and that was the problem. Rory loved him and wanted to be with him, but she couldn't take the life that he had created for himself away. She couldn't be an obligation and so, if she was going to have the baby, she couldn't tell him. But she couldn't not tell him, so she wasn't having the baby.

Besides, nothing in her life had been going right. Her career was on an accelerating downward spiral, she was essentially homeless, and frankly, she had no idea what she was doing anymore. That lack of stability wasn't good for anyone, let alone a child.

All of that changed the morning she laid back on the stiff, paper covering her OBGYN's examination table with cold gel coating her still flat stomach and the wand of an ultrasound machine forcing pressure against it. The doctor moved the wand around, glancing back at the empty picture on the monitor, searching.

Rory felt nervous. Was it supposed to be this hard to find? Would it really matter if he found anything or not?

Before she could ask if anything was wrong, she heard it. A loud, steady thumping came from the machine, beating in a rhythmic pattern and a barely visible grey blob appeared on the screen surrounded by grainy shades of white and black. For a moment, her world fell into focus for the first time in a long time.

"Is that it?"

The doctor nodded, outlining the little blob with his finger, "That's your baby."

Rory felt tears spill from the corners of her eyes as she watched the tiny thing on the monitor, its heart beating in the background. She had never been someone that had avidly wanted babies and considering the recent events of her life, having one probably wasn't logical, but looking at the little blob- her little blog, she felt connected to it in a way that she had never felt connected to anything in her life. It was a little part of her and a little piece of him and albeit slightly selfish, the idea of a little combination of Logan and herself with a place in the world felt right.

He should be here, she thought as her ears focused on the tiny sound of the baby inside of her. Logan should have been there. He should have been experiencing that sound and that image of their little grape-size blob next to her, holding her hand. If she put a bit of imagination into it, Rory could almost see his cheesy grin and hear his laugh. He would have made jokes about Colin buying the kid an entire kingdom before it was three as he tried to hide the tears in his eyes that matched her own.

She had to tell him. Logan deserved to know.

"Everything looks good," Dr. Rhodes said, "You're measuring at about 8 weeks, the fetus' heartbeat is strong, and everything seems to be progressing normally."

Rory sighed in relief.

"Now, I know that you had some concerns as to whether or not you were even planning on continuing with the pregnancy, you don't have to officially decide just yet, but do you have any thoughts?"

She couldn't tear her eyes away from the picture on the screen. The little thing inside of her looked like nothing, it wasn't even a baby yet, but it wasn't "nothing" anymore. It wasn't a mistake. Her little blob was going to cause chaos and maybe destroy a few lives, but a part of her couldn't stop picturing all of the firsts and his hair and her eyes on one person and maybe, just maybe, part of her wanted this, "I haven't- I haven't made a final decision yet, but I think that I might like to keep it."

The doctor nodded, unsurprised, "Either way, it's your choice. Don't let anyone pressure you into doing something that you don't want. Children are great, but parenthood shouldn't be taken lightly."

"I know."

"Good," he smiled. Dr. Rhodes left to allow Rory to change back into her normal clothes and told her to go to the front desk and set up her next appointment when she was finished.

Once Rory left the doctor's office, she sat in her car and pulled out the envelope she had been given. Inside were three pictures, each a copy of the same sonogram. Her little blob of a baby was barely identifiable without Dr. Rhodes' help, but it was there in black and white. Finally alone, she let the tears fall.

"I love him," she whispered to the photograph, "And I want you, at least I think that I do but I don't know how I'm supposed to do this or even what I'm supposed to do. When did my life become more dramatic than a soap opera? Women on General Hospital have these problems and even the audience knows that it's not realistic but I guess that it is now. I'm a walking soap opera plot because I think that the love of my life might be the same guy that I've been in love with since I was twenty and who I think loves me back, but oh, yeah, he's getting married out of obligation to his family but we had an affair and now I'm knocked up with his baby. How do I even tell him? My life can be a trashy daytime TV plot but none of those shows gave me any real answer on how to tell the father of my kid who I had in a fair with and might be a little bit or a lot in love with about our kid."

Without even really realizing it, Rory had her phone in her hand and scrolled through her contacts until she hit Logan's name. Dialing was the easy part, but once she realized that the phone was ringing, her mind went into a panic and she felt sick.

The call picked up, "Logan Huntzberger-"

"Lo-"

"Sorry that I missed your call. Please leave a message after the beep."

Oh, thank god.