It's sort of a one shot, so just let me know what you think.

Changes

By: pipsqueak66

I lay in bed listening to Logan's shower run. I was engaged, I was going to be Mrs. Logan Huntzburger, Mrs. Huntzburger, Mrs. Rory Huntzburger, I would no longer be Rory Gilmore. Maybe I would become Loralei Leigh Huntzburger or Loralei Gilmore Huntzburger, but that didn't really sound right. Did it?

The ring on the third finger of my right hand sparkled in the dim light of the apartment. Although I hadn't really enjoyed the idea of wearing a large ring on my hand, somehow it looked right there. Like it belonged, it was a sign that I belonged with Logan or something. It was just- perfect.

"Hey," Logan murmured running a towel through his damp blonde hair "I thought you were asleep. Did I wake you?"

"Nope," I said, plopping my hand down on the duvet, "I was just thinking."

"What about?" He asked climbing into bed next to me. His eyes sparkled, I could tell he was hoping I wasn't regretting saying yes. I took his hand.

"I'm getting married," I said. He took my hand and smiled, I smiled too.

"So, no cold feet?"

"Cold feet? Yeah, right, besides, people normally get cold feet the night before they're married."

"True," he laid down completely, his blonde hair pressing flat against the white pillowcase. I ran my fingers through his locks, I always loved his hair, so perfect, and that always seemed random, unusual. I yawned unintentionally. He then turned off the light and with a sigh rolled over to sleep. But I couldn't sleep; it wasn't possible with all the thoughts running through my head.

"Logan."

"Mmmmmm," he mumbled and rolled over to face me.

"What's going to happen?"

"What do you mean," he murmured.

"Your parents," I said hiding my face in a pillow, ashamed for even asking.

"You're worried about that?" He asked me.

"Well," I said, turning over to look at him "Yes, I mean, they don't think I'm good enough."

"And who cares what they think?" He said.

"But that's not what I meant. I was trying to say that they may not let you marry me."

"They don't control me."

"I just, I think it would be right that they were there, but they don't like me. I would think that you would want your parents there even if you don't get along with them very well."

"Yes," a voice said "we'll be there."

So what do you think? R&R please and let me know.

~pipsqueak66