Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls is the creation of Amy Sherman-Palladino.

Written in the Stars: Chapter 1

Rory Gilmore sat on the porch steps like a million times she'd done before. Glancing at her phone, she wondered what it would be like to have psychic power to actually summon the person she needed to talk to to call her rather than to actually have to hit the 'send' button on that person's name. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the individual in question, picturing their face in her mind's eye, hearing their voice in her head, imagining what it felt like to touch them. At the sound of her cell phone buzzing, Rory's eyes flew open and darted to the phone lying on her lap.

"Still not psychic I guess." She mumbled to herself before remembering the presence of her porch companion. "Hey, fur-bro! It's mom!"

Paul Anka barked in acknowledgment. On the third ring Rory answered the phone.

"Hey how're the honeymooners?"

"The honeymooners are wonderful. How's the preggo daughter?"

"Mom..."

"Not kidding, kid. How are you? Still no morning sickness?"

"No. I've started to feel queasy in the mornings."

"How'd the baby daddy take the news?"

At her daughter's silence, Lorelai Gilmore had the answer to her real question.

"You still haven't told him."

"Mom-"

"Rory! What're you waiting for? I'm not the biggest Logan fan. And don't get me started on that family of his. But he needs to know what's going on."

Rory sighed. Paul Anka woofed.

"Put Paul Anka on the phone."

Rory held the phone up to the dog's ear. "Mom wants to talk to you."

Rory listened as Lorelai spoke to the dog.

"Now, Paul Anka. I realize being a full-time big brother is still new to you but I need you to look after your sister and make sure she doesn't get too down. 'Cos if she seems too down Daddy and I may have to come home early-"

Rory pulled the phone away from the dog's ear and brought it back up to her own.

"Mom. No. Don't come back. I'm not feeling down. Please enjoy your honeymoon. Don't worry about me."

"You gonna call him?"

"I'll call him. Or I'll text him. Maybe I should email him. He's still got a fiancée after all."

"Rory! What he's got is a baby on the way! You two should've thought of the fiancée before! It's a little late, worrying about the fiancée now."

"Yeah, I suppose you have a point..."

"Rory, promise me you'll call him. When I hang up this phone and go downstairs to join Luke, he's gonna ask me if you told Logan yet. Like he's asked me after every time I've talked to you since we left."

Rory closed her eyes. The April factor. Of course. She'd wondered why her mother had seemed so fixated on making sure she talked to Logan. She knew Lorelai would ask but the level of nagging was surprising, especially considering (1) that Lorelai and Luke were on their honeymoon and (2) that Lorelai did not like Logan. Rory had forgotten to factor in Luke's feelings about not finding out about his daughter April until she was twelve.

"You can tell him I promise I'll reach out to Logan."

"Today?"

"Mom, it's a five - six hour time difference."

"So?"

"So it's midnight over there now."

"So email him now and he'll see it tomorrow." Rory heard her mother let out a loud sigh. "You're trying my patience, kid. I don't understand why you're being so pokey. You're not looking for anything from him. You're not asking him to break his engagement and swoop down at your feet. Right?"

"Right." Rory sniffled.

"Hon, you getting a cold? It is November. Maybe you should go inside. Don't want Paul Anka sick. He's a little prima-donna when he's got a cold. I wouldn't want you to have to deal with that now on top of everything else."

Rory used her sleeve to swipe at a few errant tears. Digging into her sweater pocket she came up with a crumpled tissue which she promptly reused. Note to self: Moms carry crumpled tissues. Always.

"Mom, it's not cold. Besides I put a sweater on him. He's good."

"Which one?"

"His grey Yale hoodie. I'm wearing mine. So we're matching."

"Dressing alike? How cute!" Rory smiled at her mother's enthusiasm. "Practicing already huh? You've got seven plus months to get the hang of it."

"Of what? Dressing alike? I wasn't even thinking about the baby. But yeah, I guess."

"Okay, I should get going. Luke's probably tinkering with the screen vents by now."

"You going out?"

"Yeah. Seafood place."

"Nice."

"Well, it is Maine." Lorelai fell silent. Rory could hear the wheels turning.

"What, mom?"

"Rory, what're you afraid of?"

"It's complicated."

"Yes. And no. You seem to have a complicated relationship with him. That was complicated. But now it's not complicated. You're pregnant. He's going to be a father. You need to tell him. You can't just hide in Stars Hollow for the rest of your life."

"I know that. Believe me."

"So what're you doing?"

Rory let out a loud sigh. "I'm delaying telling him."

"Why? You not sure how he's gonna react?"

"Nope. Just the opposite. I'm pretty sure I know exactly how he's gonna react."

"Do you wanna wait until Luke and I are back? I mean if he decides to come to Connecticut-"

"Mom?"

"What?"

"I don't want to be a part of that world. Any more than you did. Or grandma does now. I had a taste of it and it's not who I want to be."

"I don't get it, Rory. You think Logan's gonna dump his fiancée and ask you to marry him?"

Rory sighed. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's exactly what's gonna happen."

"Well, you don't have to say yes. You know. But you can't hide this from him. Besides he's gonna find out. If you've ever felt anything for him, you don't want to rob him of this. This time. I mean, yes, you won't be able to sleep. You can't drink alcohol or a lot of coffee. Your feet will swell up and you'll be waddling around like march of the penguins. But it is a special time that only happens once. Per kid. You really wanna deprive him of even having a chance to feel a kick?"

"No..."

"Good girl. So email him that you need to talk to him and tell him to just call you when it's a good time."

"Yep," Rory nodded into the growing darkness. Paul Anka chose that moment to bark.

"Good boy! Paul Anka keep an eye on your sister. Rory, I'm gonna call you this time tomorrow for an update."

"Yep."

"Uh, I hope you found your underwear by now, hon. 'Cos it's seriously time to pull up your big girl panties."

Rory let out a bark of sarcastic laughter. "Can I pull them up over my head?"

"Not unless you want to surpass Kirk on the Hollow's 'weirdometer'."

"Hm. Maybe I do."

"Rory. Kiss Paul Anka for me-"

"Um. Maybe. Kiss Luke for me."

"With pleasure."

"Ew. Just on the cheek, please."

Lorelai huffed. "Fine. Email Logan. Hopefully you two can talk tomorrow. I'll call back this time tomorrow."

"Sounds good. Talk then."

"Bye hon."

"Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Lorelai grabbed the key to her and Luke's room, her handbag, her jacket and wandered out of the room in search of Luke. A few minutes later she spied her husband of less than a week sitting downstairs on the inn's floral printed couch reading a magazine.

"Hey," she called out with a smile. "Ready?"

"I've been ready." Luke rose to his feet. "How's Rory? She talk to Logan yet?"

Lorelai's smile widened to a-near unnatural point. Luke knew the answer wouldn't be good.

"How about I buy you a drink, sailor?"

"You're kidding. Did you tell her I'm gonna call him if she doesn't?"

"Oh my God! Of course I didn't tell her that. 'Cos you wouldn't. I wouldn't let you. Now stop worrying. She'll tell him. She's just having a case of nerves."

"Oh. A 'case of nerves'? I guess I can understand that. But it's not like she's expecting anything from him, right? It's just a courtesy? To let him know?"

"Luke, I think Rory's relationship with Logan is more complicated than we know."

"Oh." Luke led Lorelai to the front door of the Bed and Breakfast. After opening the door, the couple proceeded out to the parking area along the side of the building. "So what do you think is gonna happen?"

"I honestly can say I have no idea." Lorelai hopped into the passenger side of Luke's truck. "Absolutely no idea," she repeated thoughtfully.

Luke smiled grimly. "I guess the one thing we do know is we're gonna be grandparents."

"Ouch. Is that the one thing we know?"

"I might know some other things."

"Yeah? Like what?" Lorelai's tone was half-flirty and half challenging.

"I know you're gonna be a really hot grandma." Luke turned to her with a raised eyebrow before backing the car out its spot.

"Aw," she smiled. "That's the sweetest-meanest thing anyone's ever said to me."

Luke returned her smile.

AN: Thank you for reading.