It's come to my attention that this story is lacking a lot of fine details, and it's also been brought up about how Richard and Emily would react to the whole Rory Jess situation with them bring such big fans of Logan and all. I hope this chapter addresses a lot of those questions. If it doesn't, let me know, and I'll try to explain things better. I think that this should get at everything though. Anyway, I hope you're enjoying the story, and if you haven't already, drop me a review and let me know what you're thinking and how you're liking this. And yes, to address the common question, Logan will be making an appearance in this fic, but later on. And there will not be any clues. He's just going to show up out of the blue and take everyone, especially Rory and Jess by surprise. It's going to be very dramatic. And lastly, for all those of you with sympathetic tear ducts, having a tissue handy might be good. This chapter is a bit of a tear jerker.

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The morning of the move started much earlier than Rory would have liked when her mother tackled her at four in the morning. She shot into a sitting position, waking Jess and dumping Lorelai into the floor next to the bed.

"What the hell? Mom? What are you doing?"

Jess sat up, leaned over Rory to look at Lorelai. "It is four in the morning, Lorelai, so can I assume that this is an emergency?"

Lorelai nodded, pulling herself to her feet. Her hair was standing on end, she was wearing a bright orange shirt dotted with bats and pumpkins and black pajama pants decorated with white cats and moons. Her entire outfit had obviously been left over from Halloween. "We haven't told the grandparents."

Rory's eyes widened as that reality set in. "We haven't told the grandparents. They're going to be so mad."

Jess rubbed his eyes. "What are you two talking about?"

Lorelai wedged herself onto the bed with Rory and Jess, very nearly in her daughter's lap. "Mom and Dad don't know about you being back and being with Rory and about Rory moving in with you. Rory, they'll think we've lost our minds and have us committed and take the baby when it's born and take the boys from Luke and never let us see our children." She stopped for a moment. "Well, I'll get to see one of my children because we will obviously be sharing a room with the padded white walls, but no offense, I want to see the boys too, and my grandchild. They'll take away my grandchild before I even get to see him or her."

Calmly, Jess reached over and clamped a hand over Lorelai's mouth. "Why should you have told them? They have no say in what you do."

Rory was looking panicked. "We have to tell them. If we don't tell them and they find out, which they will, they'll never talk to us again."

Lorelai perked up. "In that case, they don't need to know."

"Mom."

"What? Can you blame a girl for trying?"

"You and Grandma have been getting along better since we found out I'm pregnant."

"But we will never get along well, Rory, and never seeing one another would make us getting along better so much better."

"They have to be told. Are they picking up the boys in the morning, or are we going over there?"

"We're dropping them off on the way to New York because Luke and I are spending a few days up there moving you in."

Jess's eyebrows met his hair. "You're what?"

"Staying for a few days. Luke, and Paul Anka and I. We've been planning it ever since Rory decided to move to New York. And speaking of New York, Rory, we really need to cancel your lease."

"I did that yesterday, Mom. Okay, so we'll spend an hour or two arguing with the grandparents tomorrow before we go to New York and by the time they bring the boys up next week to see the new place and be at my house warming party, they'll be over it and ready to accept the situation."

Lorelai nodded, squirming down beneath the covers. "Sounds like a plan to me." She wrapped her arms around Rory, closed her eyes. "Night, baby."

Completely at ease with the situation, Rory snuggled into her mother's arms. "Night Mom."

Jess looked at the duo, rolled his eyes and headed to the living room and the couch.

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Rory knocked on the door to the Gilmore house at eight thirty the next morning, right on time. Lorelai had dragged her feet to no end after being forced out of bed at six thirty, but they were not one second late when Emily opened the door.

"Rory, Lorelai, right on time, what a pleasant surprise. Hello, Luke. I see the boys are still asleep, so you can go ahead and take them upstairs. And who's this?"

Rory took a deep breath. "You remember Jess, Grandma. He came to dinner with me at the house a few years ago, while I was in high school."

Emily's eyes narrowed slightly as she searched her memory. "The boy with the black eye! What in heavens is he doing here?"

"Actually, Mom, we need to talk to you about this. Is Dad around? We'd like to talk to him too."

Emily nodded coolly. "I'll fetch him then. Take a seat. Lorelai, you know where the coffee tray is, and Luke, go put those boys to bed."

Rory collapsed onto the couch gratefully, yanking Jess down next to her. "Mom, coffee, please."

Lorelai walked to the coffee tray, poured two cups. "Jess, coffee?"

"I don't drink coffee."

"Tea, water, juice, milk?"

"Water, but I'll get it, thanks."

Lorelai poured a glass of water and handed it to Jess. "No problem." She handed Rory a cup of coffee, sat down on the loveseat with her own. "Any idea how you want to go about this?"

Richard walked into the room, sat down in his chair. "Any idea how to go about what?"

Emily perched on another chair. "Yes, Lorelai, about what?"

Lorelai said the first thing that came to mind. "About geese."

Richard's eyebrows drew together in obvious confusion. "About geese?"

Rory shook her head. '''No Grandpa, not about geese. You know how Mom gets when she's nervous about talking to you about something. But first, Grandpa, I want to introduce you to Jess Mariano. He and I dated during high school, and he recently decided to move from California to New York and came to my graduation a few days ago."

Emily leaned forward. "Yes, Richard, he came to the house for dinner once, while you were out of town, and had a black eye when he arrived. He also left during the middle of dinner and then ran off to California without ever telling Rory goodbye."

Jess cleared his throat. "Mr. Gilmore, I realize how all of this sounds, but I'd like to explain my behavior."

Richard nodded, folding his hands on his knees. "Of course. Please, explain that."

"When I was here several years ago, Mrs. Gilmore assumed that I got the black eye during a fight of some sort, when in reality I got hit in the eye by an angry swan."

Before anyone could say anything, Luke spoke. "It's true, Richard. He got pecked in the eye by a swan. He was too embarrassed to tell anyone but me. Even Rory didn't know for a long time."

Richard nodded, accepting the explanation. "And seeing as I've been married to Emily for forty years, I know that she can, at times, be abrasive. All right, tell me about leaving without a word to my granddaughter. And as soon as you're done with that, we'll continue on as to why you're here right now."

Jess sighed, relieved. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have been bothered with trying to earn the approval of the elder Gilmores, but it was important to Rory, and he would have done absolutely anything to make her happy.

"I left Rory our senior year of high school for many reasons, none of which was a problem with her or with our relationship. I left because I was failing my senior year of high school. I didn't go to classes, I didn't take any tests, and I didn't turn in any assignments. My father came to Stars Hollow to see me, and I hadn't seen him since I was a baby. I was confused, and couldn't find my way up, so I left. It was irresponsible, and immature, but I couldn't think of anything else to do. I made a mistake, and I'm sorry for it, but I'm here now, and I'm trying to make up for it."

Emily sneered. "Did you ever finish high school?"

"I did. I also went to college, and finished my degree in business and management a couple weeks ago. I have a job working as a talent scout for a record label in New York."

Richard let out a low whistle. "That's quite a turn around, young man. You should be proud of yourself. All right, what's going on now?"

Rory took over again. "Jess and I are back together. He came to my graduation, and we talked everything out. He knows about Logan, and the baby, and the situation that I'm in, and he doesn't care. We're back together, and he's going to help me raise the baby, and we're moving in together."

Emily stood and walked to the drink stand that stood in the corner of the room, poured a glass of scotch. "Are you all out of your minds!" she demanded, slamming the glass down. "Rory, you're pregnant with Logan Huntzberger's baby. Not only did you not give him a chance to make things right and remedy his mistake by marrying you, you're not going to tell him you're pregnant, and now you're moving in with a boy who left you high and dry five years ago and suddenly reappeared in the picture and no one seems to find anything wrong with this! You all have to be out of your minds!"

Richard coughed. "Emily, please."

"No, Richard. I want to understand this. Please, Rory, explain to me why Logan isn't good enough, when he has a college degree in Finance and Accounting, can travel the world on a whim, has a good, solid career, can provide for you and your family and comes from a good family, and this hooligan is good enough. Explain it to me. I'm dying to understand."

Rory felt tears well. When everything had happened with Logan, she and Lorelai had told Richard about the rape, but had chosen not to tell Emily. "Grandma, I'm going to ask you to just accept this and not ask me questions you don't want to know the answer to."

Emily shook her head, and Richard dropped his head into his hands. "No, I won't just accept this and sit back and let you ruin your life. Explain it to me, Rory, and explain it to me now." When Rory didn't speak, Emily, stalked back to the chair, sat down, and crossed her legs. "I'm waiting for you to answer me, Rory." She waited another few seconds. "Rory! I want you to answer me right this second, are you understanding this!"

Richard surged to his feet. "For God's sake, Emily, lay off!"

"He raped me!" Rory screamed it, burying her face in her hands. "Is that what you want to know, Grandma! Logan got drunk, he came home, and he raped me! That's why I won't marry him! That's why he isn't good enough! He got me pregnant because he got drunk and he got mean, and he forced me to have sex with him! He hurt me and bruised me and I had to go to the hospital while he got on a plane for Europe!"

Emily's hand flew to her heart while Lorelai gathered Rory close, and rocked her daughter back and forth. Richard stood and glared at his wife. "Are you happy, Emily?"

Emily gasped for breath, tears forming in her eyes. "My God, Rory, why didn't you tell me?" she got up and ran upstairs. Seconds later, the door to her bedroom slammed shut and she sank to the floor, sobbing. Downstairs, her daughter and granddaughter were doing the same. And Emily had a feeling she'd finally managed to drive her family away for good.