AN: After I wrote the first chapter of Rediscovering Logan Huntzberger, I realized I needed to get this scene down on paper so that I could better understand Rory when it came time to write her. I also had a few other "deleted" scenes play out in my head that I thought would be fun to write at some point. I thought it would be fun to publish some of these if/when I get around to writing them. Since the Gazebo scene was already basically written, I went ahead and polished up and am offering it to you all as my gift. Enjoy. And if you haven't read the last chapter of RLH yet (where he meets Lila and confronts Rory) I would suggest reading that first so as not to spoil anything.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm pregnant." Rory watched as Lorelai's face dropped. There was silence. For possibly the first time ever, Lorelai Gilmore had been rendered silent.

"Mom?" Rory prodded.

"What? Who? How?..." Lorelai stuttered.

"I know it's been 33 years since you were pregnant, but I'm pretty sure you remember the 'how.' And you can probably figure out the 'who' pretty easily too."

"Don't be cute with me, Rory." Lorelai took a long dreg of champagne from her glass. "You don't just get to drop this bomb on me—on my wedding day no less—and then be all snarky. I thought you broke it off with him."

"I did. But then he showed up in Stars Hollow," Rory admitted. "It was just one night. It was supposed to be goodbye. It was supposed to be closure."

"Closure?" Lorelai scoffed. "Well I've got news for you kid. This is pretty much the opposite of closure. He'll be in your life forever now. Even if you decide not to have this baby…"

Rory cut her off. "I'm having this baby." She gently touched her stomach. She didn't know much these days, but she knew that. She was a little surprised with herself, to be honest. She'd thought of having kids someday. But it had always been hollow. Something she envisioned for her future because it's what she was supposed to want. But she'd never really longed for motherhood. And she definitely hadn't pictured being a single mother. But there was a life inside her now. A life conceived of the love between her and Logan. A product of the perfect night. And she couldn't bring herself to terminate that. Abortion would be the logical choice, and she had always been staunchly pro-choice. She was still staunchly pro-choice. But her choice was not a question. She'd contemplated it briefly, but she knew she could never give this baby up. She'd already given Logan up. Having an abortion would be like giving him up all over again.

"Well then, get prepared for the shit storm," Lorelai replied with a derisive laugh. "You think the Huntzbergers are going to take this lying down? They are the media, Rory. They frame the story. You'll be the villain. The homewrecker. There will be paternity tests and lawyers. And if you're lucky, it will end with a transatlantic custody agreement and your kid contractually bound to becoming the next generation's newspaper overlord."

"No, it won't," Rory told her calmly. She'd thought a lot about this, and she had come to only one conclusion.

"Really? And how do you plan on making that happen?"

"By not telling him." Rory's voice was clam and sure, but her eyes darted away from Lorelai's—the only barely-there-indication that she had any misgivings about her decision.

For the second time in a matter of minutes Lorelai was stunned into silence.

"It's the only way," Rory insisted. "I spoke to Dad…"

"I'm sorry," Lorelai held up a hand to stop her. "I think I'm having a stroke. Because it sounded like you just said you spoke to your Dad. But I know that can't be true because the day you tell your father anything before you tell me is the day hell places an order for 10 billion snow sleds."

"I didn't tell him I was pregnant," Rory clarified. "I made it out like it was about the book. I asked him how he felt about you raising me alone. He said it was exactly what was supposed to happen."

"Sure, easy for him to say when he wasn't the one living in a toolshed and raising a kid alone at 16."

"So you don't agree? You aren't happy with the way things turned out?"

"I raised you alone because I had to, Kid. Not because I kept you some dirty little secret from your father. And yeah, you were my world, and I don't regret a thing. But there's no such thing as meant to be. Your father made a choice. And maybe if you'd had a steady father figure around, we wouldn't be here right now—with you so scared to love somebody that you'd keep their own child a secret from them."

"That's not what I'm doing," Rory insisted, ignoring the twisting feeling in her stomach.

"Oh really? So, there's no part of you that worries that if Logan finds out you're having his child, he'll dump the heiress and come running back to you?"

"Of course that scares me," Rory cried out, throwing her arms up in the air. "I don't want to raise my child in that life, just like you didn't want to raise me that way. And I don't want to come between Logan and his family and everything he's worked so hard to achieve. This is the only way we both get what we want."

"Your baby deserves a father. And I'm far from the biggest Logan fan, especially right now, but he deserves a chance to choose whether or not to be one."

"My child deserves to be a kid, and not an heir. And Logan deserves a chance at a real family."

"You're making a big mistake, Kid."

"I don't think I am. And I'm not a kid. I'm twice as old as you were when you did this."

"I can't talk about this right now," Lorelai shook her head in disappointment. "I need to go get ready to get married again. This is supposed to be my happy day." She stood up hastily, champagne sloshing out of her cup. "We'll talk about this tomorrow."

Rory sighed. That had gone just about as well as she thought it would. "Fine, just…don't tell anyone," she said pleadingly to her mother's retreating back.

Lorelai stopped, turning her upper body to look at her daughter. "And have you upstage me on my wedding day?" Lorelai rolled her eyes. "Not likely."

"No, I mean-Logan." Rory whispered. "No one can know he's the father. Ever."

Lorelai took a second to compose herself, turning away from her daughter once more before speaking. "It's your secret, Rory; so if that's what you want, my lips are sealed. But you're delusional If you think you can keep this under wraps forever." And with that Lorelai stormed away.

AN2: I've got a couple other missing scene ideas already, but if there's something you'd like to see, let me know, and maybe I'll add it to the list.