I own nothing but seasons 1-7 of gg and some memorabilia. Enjoy the story.

"Aiden Alexander Huntzberger! If you don't get your blonde butt down here this second, it will be grounded!" I yelled up the stairs.

Aiden was my oldest child. He was six years old, had blue eyes and blonde hair. And he was his father's son because he was hell on wheels. Every where I turned, something was spilt, broken or glued to the dining room table, like it was now. Yes, another story for another time.

I ran into Logan six months after I joined Obama's trail and I realized what a mistake I had made. 'Foreign correspondent' sounded fun but in actuality, it was awful. It had to be done, but not by this girl. He was reluctant to give me another shot but, with the help of Colin and Finn, I pled my case and worked hard to show him that I wasn't going to give us up easily again. We took it slow for a while and started fresh. No grudges. After about a year we were engaged and expecting our first child. Everyone was happy. Everyone except Shira. She still thought I was no good for him, even though I had left the journalism world and worked at a small bookstore in California. I guess that was worse, in her eyes. There have been many a conversation about my aspirations, and many times they end in a screaming match between Logan and his mother. He storms out and I'm left apologizing and following along. At least Aiden doesn't have his daddy's temper.

Logan and I exchanged our personally written vows in a small church in California with only our close family and friends in attendance. Because of my stomach being as big as a watermelon, my grandmother let it slide, only to be promised a second, more extravagant wedding in Hartford, planned by them, eventually.

Only when I heard a loud wail coming from the baby monitor, did Aiden come running down the stairs. I rolled my eyes and walked upstairs. "Aiden, you better plant your butt on that couch and not move until your father gets home. I mean it." I addressed him over my shoulder. He nodded and I turned back to the task at hand; a crying baby.

Which leads me to Lorelai Roxanna Huntzberger, mine and Logan's very well behaved baby girl. Almost six months old, and a perfect angel. She hardly cries, only when provoked by her big brother and hasn't thrown up on me once. She spit up the first time Shira held her though, thus proving my point that she was perfect.

I picked her up out of the hand carved wood crib that Luke made for my baby shower when I was pregnant with Aiden and laid her on the changing table. My life was plenty hectic without a job, I couldn't imagine be employed on top of all this.

"Roxy, what did your brother do to you this time?" I asked her, and got a coo as a response. I changed her diaper and had started to change her clothes when I heard the door open and close.

"Mommy! Daddy's home! Can I move now?" Aiden yelled up the stairs.

"No! Don't you dare." I yelled back. Typically this would cause any normal six month old to erupt into tears, but not my Roxy. She was used to loud noises and often slept right through them. With Aiden, you get used to a lot of commotion.

I heard footsteps approaching so I stayed put and finished getting Roxy ready. A new onsie, as she often drooled while she was sleeping, and a matching purple outfit from Auntie Honor. Honor, who had two boys by the time I had Roxy, was tired of buying blue and green, and decided that she would take up shopping for my daughter instead. She was now working and their third child, hopefully, a girl.

"Hey Ace. Miss me?" Logan kissed my cheek and took Roxy into his arms. "Gimme my princess. How's it going, baby girl? Miss your daddy? I bet you did." As Logan talked baby talk to her, she smiled and giggled. That was probably the biggest shock of all; how good he was with kids. He loved them to pieces and made sure that they had a stable, loving father. His dad was never there for him or Honor growing up and although he had did a one eighty with his grandkids, Logan wanted our kids to know that they came before anything else.

"So, what did Aiden do now?" he looked at me from over her shoulder.

I sighed and started my tale. "He glued his cereal bowl to the dining room table, again. And I didn't realize until I started to load the dish washer and the bowl wouldn't come off. How does he get glue? I've never bought him glue. Does he smuggle it home from kindergarten? I'm gonna have to ask his teacher if she supervises them or just lets them run amuck like this."

"Breathe, Ace. I'll talk to him. Let him know that this isn't good behavior and if it continues then he'll have to be severely punished."

"Logan, what do you mean by 'severely'?" I asked.

"Like no candy, no Uncle Finn, no tv. Stuff like that. Don't worry I'm not gonna beat him up or anything. Will you hand me her pacifier?" he asked.

I reached over and grabbed a hot pink pacifier from the top of the table. "Why do you call it that?"

"Because I refuse to resort to the 'Lorelai' dictionary. On the package it says pacifier. So, that's what I call it. You guys will have to get over that." He said, stubbornly.

"But 'binky' is so much cuter."

"She sticks it in her mouth, how cute could it be?"

"But it's a cute mouth, isn't it, daddy?" I asked and he smiled. He always smiles when I refer to him as 'daddy'.

"Yes, it is but that doesn't mean that anything she puts in it is cute. Strained spinach is cute, Ace?"

"I get your point, Logan. So, when do we leave for Stars Hollow?" I asked. It was the Friday before Christmas and we were going to be visiting our families during the three weeks that Logan had managed to get off of work. He had sold his internet company, and settled to running a small paper owned by his father after Aiden was born. He was always home by 6pm on weekdays and only worked until 3pm when he couldn't avoid the office on weekends. Because of the stipulations he imposed on his father when coming back into the family business, the overnight trips were few and far between.

"I was thinking after dinner. Finn already flew back home last night and Colin and Steph should be there a couple days before Christmas."

"I'm sure Aiden will be happy. He loves Stars Hollow. And his uncle Finn. It will be the best Christmas ever."

"I'm sure it will. But don't forget his trouble making cousins and aunt Ally." Mom and Luke got married a few months before Logan and I did. After trying for a year to get pregnant, mom got fed up with 'God being against her' and went to a doctor. They told mom and Luke that the chances of them conceiving were slim and actually having a healthy baby were less likely. A few years later, they took it upon themselves to go to an adoption agency and there they found a little girl, Alabama, Ally to us, and brought her into their home. She is nine years old and loves to read, so all my bookshelves are not going to waste. And she's been with mom and Luke for three years now.

"Are we going to be at your grandparent's house on Christmas Eve, or my parents? I forget."

"No, you don't want to remember." I accused him while getting Roxy's bag ready. My mom had plenty of clothes at the house for her but I wanted a few essentials and new outfits for the family to see her in. "We'll be dining with the Huntzberger's on the eve of Christmas and my grandparents are coming over Christmas morning."

"And won't that be exciting?" he asked Roxy and she smiled. Mitchum fell head over heels for her and has been spoiling her since before she was born. Roxy is his first grand-daughter and he was more thrilled than mom was when announced we were having a girl.

"I should start dinner. Why don't you go help Aiden get the rest of his things packed?" Logan said. Over the years I learned how to cook somewhat but Logan usually made dinner for us.

"Okay. Here, gimme her. I'll put her in the playpen near the kitchen. She likes to watch you cook."

Logan grabbed the baby's suitcase that I had just packed and took it downstairs with ease. I deposited Roxy in her playpen with a few toys, turned on her light up fishy lamp and went in search of her brother, who had since moved off of the couch.

"Aiden, where are you?" I called. I found him sitting on the floor of the downstairs bathroom. After sitting next to him, I asked if something was wrong.

"Are you mad at me, Mommy?" he looked like he was going to cry.

I almost melted. "Of course not, sweetie. You just have to stop gluing things to the table. Mommy and daddy paid a lot of money for the things that you and your sister have so you have to respect that."

"The kids at school say that daddy has a lot of money and the big kids called me spoiled. I don't want to be spoiled, mommy."

"You're not, Aiden. We have money and so does grandpa Mitch but just because we can buy things for you, doesn't mean you're spoiled. When you act like you don't care about things we have at home or at school then people think you're spoiled. So, if you don't do that anymore, they won't have any reason to call you names. But when we get back from vacation I'll go talk to your teacher if you want." I offered.

"I think it will be okay. Mommy, can I ask you something?"

"Anything you want, sweetheart."

"My teacher was talking about little boys and girls that don't get lots of presents for Christmas like I do. She said that sometimes Santa doesn't make it to the kids whose mommies and daddies don't have a lot of money. Why does Santa do that?"

I thought for a minute before answering. How could I explain why 'Santa' didn't buy these kids gifts? I was at a loss. "I don't know sweetie. Maybe we can write Santa a letter asking him when we get to Nana's house."

"If you don't mind, mommy, I think this year I want to let some of the other kids, the ones that Santa doesn't get to, have some of my presents. I don't need them all."

I honestly thought I was going to cry. My son, my baby, was only six years old and was already putting other people before himself. He was a trouble-maker. He was often loud and sometimes annoying, but he had a huge heart and a good head on his shoulders, that's all I could ever ask for.

"Aiden, that's very thoughtful. I'm sure that we can work something out so you get all your presents and so do the other kids okay?"

"Okay mommy. Is dinner ready yet?"

"I don't think so. Daddy just started making it. Have you finished all your packing yet?"

"Yes. And I colored a picture for Nana and Papa. It's a coffee cup for nana and a baseball bat for Papa. Do you think they will like it?"

"I'm sure they will love it. Why don't we get off of this floor and go watch tv?" I pulled him up and he walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. Remote in hand he turned on his Thomas the Tank Engine DVD and was relatively quiet.

"Do you wanna know what your son just did?" I asked.

Logan steeled himself for the worst. "I don't know. How long will he be grounded for?"
I took a deep breath and started. "He asked me why some kids, whose mommies and daddies don't have money, don't get Christmas presents from Santa and when I told him I didn't know, he offered to share his with them." I was now teary eyed. "We have the greatest son in the whole world."
"We certainly do, Ace. He's damn near perfect."

"I want to find a way that we can have Aiden give these kids a Christmas. I don't care what I have to do. If we keep encouraging him to help others he'll be a better person for it."

"I agree. I think this is just a step in the right direction for him. He's gonna go great things, honey. And he's only a little guy now, just wait and see."

"So, how's dinner coming?" I turned to the pot of boiling water. "Hot dogs?"

"Chili dogs. Aiden loves them. Plus, I don't want him to have something big and he gets sick on the plane."

"Yeah, that would suck. It's bad enough with a crying six month old. He would be worse. I'm so glad your dad left his plane here last time he came for a visit."

"Last time? I've seen that man more since Roxy's been born than I have my entire life. I thought he was going to buy an apartment here." Logan laughed.

"It's great that the kids have a good time with your dad. He really loves them."

"I know he does. It's just a foreign concept for me." He looked down at the pot. "I guess it dinner time. Hot dogs are done."

I scooped Roxy up out of her pen and sat her in the high chair while Logan told Aiden to shut the tv off and come eat.

Well, what do you think? I hope you like it and I hope you all review.