A Light in the Life

Chapter 7 - You're not Welcome

Disclaimer: I don't own the story or characters featured in Gilmore Girls, however I have a fertile mind and a fan orphan heart.

A/N: Let me guess: You were dying to know what would happen, right? So here's the new chapter!

CHAPTER 7 – YOU'RE NOT WELCOME

France was such a nice place. So my memories told me, bringing the summer vacations days I spent with my mother there. I could still feel the nice breeze touching my face, surrounded by culture and delicious candies. In those distant days, the great golden orb above was friendly. I was happy there; it reminded me a good time of my life.

I heard the soft and sexy voice on the other side of the line.

"Who is there?" She persisted. The thick French accent echoed against my ears.

"Hi, Odette. Sorry for calling this late, I totally forgot about the time zone." I paused, looking for what to say. "Anyway, I'm calling about the publisher Mr. Huntzberger is negotiating. I really apologize if I'm bothering you, I promise to pay more attention next time." I said, the words trembling in my mouth.

"Logan is in the shower. I am afraid he can not answer your call now." She said, sternly.

"Oh, I understand!" I tried to sound nonchalantly, after all this could be a normal conversation, but as for me, I was humiliated exceedingly.

We remained in a deafening silence that carried a stronger message than words. My intuition said that we were both uncomfortable. We were both feeling the same thing — I wished she had never answered that call, and she wished I had never done it.

"You can tell me your name and I will give him the message." She replied, carefully hiding her real intentions.

This could be a trap. I froze, feeling along my suddenly cold skin. This had to be a trap. Why else would Odette want to know my name? I didn't want to get under her radar, it would certainly bring some complications to Logan, and consequently myself. She sounded smart and this was dangerous; I had to turn this around.

"Oh, don't bother yourself. I have Phillip's phone, I think he can help me. Thank you for your attention and I apologize again." I managed to hang up the phone without hearing the answer, but she insisted.

"Please. Logan and I do not usually sleep too early. I can give him your message. Just say your name, darling." Her voice was soft and intimidating.

Intimacy. She wanted to show me that she and Logan shared some kind of intimacy. I could tell she felt threatened by my call. Good.

"Rory Gilmore." I finally surrendered, knowing that not answering would be even more suspicious.

"Thank you, Rory Gilmore." She highlighted my name before continuing. "I will make sure Logan gets your message. Bye!" She hung up on me.

That was bad. I guessed she knew there was something not quite right as well, something beyond her reach. When someone calls you darling without even knowing you, and this person isn't Finn, it's bad news. She probably hated my guts. I couldn't blame her though.

I paced back and forth impatiently, thinking about what should I tell Logan if he confronted me. Logan and I had no public connections that could expose our affair, no one saw us together, except for his father — Who would have no interest in causing any problem in his son's relationship, leaving the book as the only plausible explanation. I rubbed my chin thoughtfully, reaching the last conclusions and relaxing.

The next morning, I woke up feeling dizzy and nauseated, walking towards the bathroom as usual. I learned very quickly that "morning sickness" was quite the misnomer, I felt nauseated for most part of the day and anxiety only used to get worse. The worst part of being pregnant was losing all interest in delicious foods and still getting weight like never before. I felt some clothes, especially pants, refusing to fit; My face was swollen and my legs hurt like a 70 year old with poor circulation.