POGUE PRINCESS

100: Like Luke

RORY WAS an awful cook, which is why she sat on the counter and watched Sarah cook the fish that they had caught for lunch. Sarah was making a whole meal, whilst having no choice but to endure in the random blurts of conversation that escaped Rory's lips.

"What was the thing you wanted to tell me?" Sarah asked curiously, as she turned the oven on, and Rory frowned slightly in confusion. She explained, "The day I told you I was pregnant. You said you also had something to tell me."

Rory nodded, "Oh, yeah. It's something to give to you, not necessarily tell."

Sarah squinted playfully, "What have you been up to, Rory Mayba..." She trailed off, before apologising, "Sorry."

"Hey, it's okay." Rory shrugged slightly, as though it didn't bother her. She wasn't a Maybank— maybe that was a good thing. Rory suggested sarcastically, "Hey. You have three last names to choose from. Maybank, which isn't even mine. Genrette, which is a definite no because we're not being related to Groff. And Cameron..."

"Which seems like the obvious pick, however it relates to my family. Rafe drowning me, Ward trying to kill us." Sarah mused sarcastically, "We have some good choices here."

Rory chuckled, before pulling out the silver ring from her pocket. She watched Sarah's eyes twinkle, reflecting the sparkle of the jewell. Rory held it out in front of her, before sliding it on Sarah's ring finger, "This is for you, Sarah Cameron-Maybank-Genrette." She smirked.

Sarah chuckled, "Oh my God. This ring is beautiful. Where'd you get it?"

"Downtown." Rory replied with a smile.

"I've got you something, too." Sarah explained, before reaching into her pocket, "It's not as expensive, but..." She held out a wooden ring, "I made it from the leftover wood at the Chateau."

"Sarah, I love it." Rory smiled, before placing a kiss on her lips. She asked curiously, "Are we going to tell the others?"

"Of course," Sarah nodded, "We should, uh, probably tell them about the pregnancy, too. Kie already knows. She walked in on everything at the pharmacy."

Rory added, "JJ only knows about the wedding. I, kind of, told John B about you being pregnant— sorry." She looked at Sarah, holding her hands and Rory could tell that she was worried, "I know that it's your news to tell, but he wouldn't of told anyone else."

Sarah nodded in understanding, "It's okay, Rory. They're all gonna find out sooner or later."

Rory asked curiously, "Shall I tell JJ?"

"Do you think he'll handle it... with everything going on?" Sarah reasoned, "I think you should tell him, Rory. Just you. He's been drinking all day. He's not okay and I don't wanna make him worse."

Rory nodded, mumbling, "I know. Okay."

Sarah gave a small smile, "I'll tell Kie about the wedding. Then, we can both tell Cleo and Pope."

"Hey, Sarah?" Rory said hesitantly, as the blonde girl looked at her curiously. She paused, her eyes on the floor, "I, uh... Are you going to get an abortion?" Rory added quickly, "It's your choice. I just, uh, want you to be comfortable."

Sarah held her hands tightly, her voice calm and soft like it always was when she spoke to Rory. She replied, "I don't know yet. All of this is... I need some time to think about what happened, okay? But, if I did get an abortion, you'd come with me, right?"

Rory nodded, "Yes, of course, I would."

Sarah's eyes scanned Rory's face; her eyes still fixated on the floor. Sarah knew that Rory hated eye contact, assuming it was because of Luke because JJ didn't like it either. Sarah touched Rory's chin, guiding it to meet her face, "Hey, look." She looked into Rory's watery eyes. Sarah gave a small smile, her voice barely a whisper, "What happened to me isn't your fault."