So, I didn't intend to make this a chapter-story. I was planning on a one-shot... but i found i've got some more to tell in this universe.

disclaimer still remains, Enjoy!

"Daddy, Do you like my new backpack?" The words made Logan choke a little on the sip of latte he'd just had. Rory had just said she'd told the boy about him, but hearing him say 'daddy' .. well that was a whole other ballpark. And not only that, but when he looked at the little one's face, it was like he was looking in a 25 year old mirror. He looked exactly like him, except for the hair which was completely his mothers.

He blinked a few times, not knowing what to say to the toddler in front of him. His eyes found Rory's and there was encouragement in her blue pools. He scraped together all of his courage and said "Wow, that's an awesome backpack little man. I wish I had one just like it, when I was your age." The boy beamed at that, and he turned back to his mother. "Nonna got me some clothes to, with all kinds of crazy pictures on the t-shirts, would you like to see mommy?" Before Rory could answer though, Lorelai stepped in and saved the situation.

"No no munchkin, it's still Nonna time. Let mommy and.." she hesitated a fraction of a second "daddy talk for a while. We'll go sit over there and you can have anything you want from the menu, how's that sound?" Rory could see the internal debate behind her son's eyes, but eventually he relented. "Okay Nonna, I'll sit with you. But can I have extra whipped cream? In Italy I always got extra cream." He hugged Rory's leg, turned around and did the same thing to Logan, before whispering "Daddy, don't worry. I'll be back soon. I'll even share some of my whipped cream." And he ran off, to the table Lorelai and Luke were sitting at.

Rory held her breath when she saw her little guy hug Logan and whisper something. It was a sight she'd hoped she'd see, but she'd hoped it would have been much earlier. Her eyes followed him to the other table before she turned back to Logan. He had a look of wonder and confusion on his face, still looking at his legs, where the boy had hugged him.

"How can he be so open to me, he's never seen me before." He said, incredulously. He just couldn't understand how that little boy treated him like a dad, when he never really was one. Or rather, he'd never had the chance to, thanks to his parents. Rory smiled a little. "He's never seen you before in real life. But he's seen you. In pictures and video's I showed him. He knows you from stories I've told and articles of yours I read to him. And he loves you because I told him you love him very much, even though you weren't with him." She swallowed away the lump in her throat. "I know you wouldn't have left me alone with him, if you'd known. So I told him you were working really hard, so that one day you could spend lots of time together." She ducked down beside the table for a second, and picked up a bag that was standing at her feet. "I kept a diary about him. Wrote in it every day since the day he was born. And when he was old enough, he started dictating what I should write." She pulled out a few notebooks and placed them on the table. "They are for you. I wanted to document everything for you."

He picked up the first book and opened it. The first page was a picture of Rory in a hospital bed, looking tired but proud and happy, holding a little bundle of blanket and baby. He felt all sorts of emotions coursing through him. Love, happiness, pride, desire, longing and also anger. He missed almost 3 years of his son's life, and right then, he wished he hadn't been so stubborn.

"Did you know, when I proposed?" he asked softly. He already knew the answer, but he still wanted her to confirm it. "No, I had suspicions about 2 weeks later, when I started eating apples. Then I did the gross peeing on a stick thingy and after that a blood test. I was pregnant for almost 4 weeks by then." Logan nodded. She would have told him back then, if she'd known. "Logan… That day, when I said 'not now'… I meant it. Just like I said. I was fresh out of college and I wanted to follow my own ambition for a while. I wanted to see the world and write on my own merit. But I would have married you." Logan stayed silent, remembering that awful day he walked away from the best thing that ever happened to him. He'd regretted it as soon as he started walking, but he'd been too stubborn to turn around. And he'd spent over 3 years wishing he'd done just that. They could have been a family, the three of them, together. But he couldn't, wouldn't say that to her now. He was smart enough to know that too much had happened for them to just pick up where they left off. Even though there was nothing he wanted more. But they were both different people now. He was CEO of a major publishing group, working instead of partying. And she was a mom now.

"Why did you go to Italy?" he asked her instead. She shrugged. "My dreams of traveling the world and writing were sort of shot when I got pregnant. Can't do the campaign trail with a baby in tow, you know. So I tried writing all sorts of different things, but didn't really find my place yet. I got hired by a small online paper, to do some fluff pieces and some editing. I did that for over a year, and then they asked me if I wanted to become a correspondent in Europe. It was a stable job, good hours in a beautiful country, so I said yes." Logan pondered that a moment. "Why did you come back?" Rory looked down at her hands for a moment.

"My assignment was wrapping up, but I had an opportunity to stay in Italy and write for a paper there. I was torn between staying there, where Logan and I had built a life together; or moving back to the US for his education. But then my mom came to visit, for Logan's second birthday and she told me about Mitchum." She sighed before continuing. "It might sound harsh, but I was sort of glad. Because that would mean he didn't have any power over me anymore, and I could contact you. I really wanted you to meet your son. So when my assignment was over, we got on a plane and came home. When I got home, I called your sister, hoping she wasn't mad at me still. She gave me your number, and well, here we are."

"So where do we go from here?" Logan asked, unsure of what was expected of him. Unsure of what he expected of himself. "Well, that depends. Right now, I think it's best if I go home and you go home. Read the notebooks. Think about everything. I want you in Logan's life, but I don't want to put him through what I went through with my dad. So you think about everything and then you decide if you want to be in his life or not. But if you want to be in it, it has to be all the way. No months without phone calls, regular visits and outings, being present at teacher-meetings and plays and little-league games. The whole nine yards. I don't need your money, and neither does he. He just needs you."

Rory stood, hesitated for a second, and hugged Logan. "I've missed you. Every day of every week of every month." She turned around and walked over to her mother and son. "You ready, cucciolo?" she asked her son. "Just a minute mommy. He picked up the little glass that held his extra whipped cream, walked over to Logan and put it on the table. "Here daddy, for you." Logan picked up the glass and smiled. He bend down, to look in the boy's very familiar green eyes and said "Thanks little man, I love whipped cream." Little Logan nodded his approval, hugged his dad again and ran to Rory, yelling behind him "Byebye daddy, come visit me soon!"

Logan stared at the door, even though Rory and Logan had left minutes ago. A sudden movement across the table startled him. He saw Lorelai sit down in the chair Rory had vacated, and he turned to face her. He knew she never really liked him, especially not after the boat incident, but he'd always liked her. She was quirky an spontaneous and outgoing. And even though she'd been a single mother at 16, she made a great life for herself. And raised a wonderful daughter. Still, when he saw her sitting there, he grew a little nervous. Her stare was intense and questioning, but not in an angry way. He waited for her to start talking, because he really didn't know what to say.

"You really didn't know?" she asked him, not unkindly, but definitely not warm either. He looked her in the eyes and hoped his sincerity would shine through in his eyes and voice. "I had no idea what so ever. After I left for California, I didn't have a lot of contact with my father, except for when it came to business. He never breathed a word of this. Honor, Colin and Finn, they told me they had various voicemail messages from Rory, about wanting to find me, but they never called her back. I never called her back. Because I was stubborn and angry, and hurt. If I'd known, things would have turned out very differently. Like I wished for them to be every day over the last 3 years."

He hadn't been able to say it to Rory herself. How much he had missed her, and the life they had built together. Because things were so different now. But Lorelai… she had a way of getting you to spill all your thoughts and feelings with just one look. Lorelai's look softened just a fraction, and she tapped her finger on the notebooks on the table in front of them. "Read the books Logan, and you'll see what a wonderful little boy that is. He's been looking forward to meet you for so long." She sighed and continued "I know what it's like to be in her position, and it's never easy. And if you want to be his dad, be the kind of dad you would've wanted. Don't be the dad you had." And with that she slid an envelope over to him and stood. She picked up her son and walked out. Luke shot him a glance, before he left. One that said 'if you mess with my family, you'll pay for it'.

When Logan entered the Hutzberger home later that day for dinner, he was fuming. After he left the coffee shop, he'd walked around Hartford for a while. To clear his head. His parents had lied to him for over 3 years. Not that he was all that surprised. Image was everything to those people, and all they did was lie. He sat in his car in the driveway for half an hour, trying to keep his calm. Because he didn't want to make a scene in front of his sister and her family. But it was no use, the anger burning through him was overwhelming. He looked at the picture in the envelope again. It was a picture of his son, taken not so long ago by the looks of it, standing beside a little bike on a dirt road, smiling happily and pointing to a sheep in the distance.

He walked in, half an hour later than he was supposed to, to find his mother and sister sitting at the table, eating soup. "Logan! I'm so happy you finally decided to show up. Sit down son, the soup is getting cold." His mother had this way of mixing feelings 1 one sentence. She'd say she was happy, but the agitation and irritation was dripping off her every word. It only helped to make him more angry. "Yes, well mother, I'm sorry I couldn't keep to your timetable. I was in an important meeting today. Gave me some new perspectives on life." He threw down the picture in front of her. "See, I saw Rory today, and she had some interesting information for me." He watched his mother turn pale as the tablecloth and she cast her eyes down, not looking at the picture.

He slapped his hand on the table, making her jump up. "No mother, you will look at the picture. You will tell me why this boy grew up without his father for the last couple of years." His mother straightened her back, still not looking at the picture, instead looking at her son. "We did it to protect you. You're rich Logan, she was just a gold-digger who got herself knocked-up so she could take your money. Who knows if the kid is even yours." Logan heard Honor gasp in shock, when she looked at the picture. Her eyes flew between her brother and the little boy in the picture. There was no way you could doubt the family resemblance, even if the little boy had brown hair.

"Rory is not a gold-digger mother. Not everybody is like you." He ignored the shocked and outraged look on her face, and continued, not giving her a chance to interrupt. "She has her own money. And she doesn't care about that. I asked her to marry me and she said no. If she was such a gold-digger, she would have said yes and would have spent the past 3 years spending all of the family money, like you do. And if you would just god-damned look at the picture, you'd know there is no doubt that that kid is mine." Logan moved over to his sister, took the picture and put it right in his mother's line of sight. The look in her eyes told him she saw what everybody else saw. "He's mine. And you stole 3 years of me getting to know him and him getting to know me. And I will never, ever forgive you for that. Don't ever call me again!"

Logan stormed out of the dining room and out of the house. He'd danced to their tune for so long now, but this was really the final straw. He reached in his pocket and dialed his lawyer. "Meet me at my apartment tomorrow at 10 AM, I've got some things to take care of." And he hung up.

Logan walked into his apartment, kicked off his shoes, poured himself a scotch and dropped down in the sofa. He pulled the books out of the bag they were in, and opened the first one again. The picture of Rory and Logan in the hospital bed caught his breath again. Even though you could see the bags under her eyes and the dull shine of her hair, she'd never looked more beautiful. A tear rolled down his cheek at the sight of it, and he cursed his father and his mother for taking away that moment in his life. He flipped the page, and started reading.

February 26th

Dear Logan,

Today at 3.14 PM our son was born, at the New York Hospital Queens. He weighed 7lbs 4oz and was 18 inches tall. He was also almost 8 days late. And if I hadn't been certain you were his dad, I'd know for sure after that. He's got little tufts of dark hair already, and his eyes are dark blue, but the doctors say that can change later. I hope they do, I hope they turn as green as yours are.

I named him Logan, because Lorelai would have been a very silly name for a boy, even though my mother begged me to call him after her (and myself I guess). But he looks like a Logan, he looks just like you. His full name is Logan Richard Gilmore, but I really wished it would have been 'Huntzberger'.

If you have this book, and all the ones I'm sure will follow after, then you know what happened after… well, after you walked away. It took me a long time to get over that, and I'm not sure I'm over it now, because I know you're the love of my life. But right now, I have our boy to think about so I have to be strong. I'll tell him about you every day, I will not let him wonder who his daddy is. But I hope, one day, you'll get to show him yourself what a good man you are.

I hope one day we'll be a family, or you'll be his family at least.

Always, Rory

Logan saw some more pictures on the next pages. Baby Logan in the crib at the hospital. Baby Logan when they left the hospital; in his stroller; in the car; in his crib at home. Rory had also taped the hospital band in the book, with all his data on it. A copy of the birth certificate was also included, and Rory had written in his name as father. Logan continued reading the books until the sun came back up.

June 1st

Dear Logan,

Logan is growing so fast. He can hold his head up already, and I'm certain I can see a little bit of tooth sticking out. He loves it when we make silly faces at him, and he's so funny when he tries to copy them. Mom thinks he's a genius, because he smiles at her so often. I also think he's a genius, because I think he's laughing at her, not to her. Don't tell her I said that though, okay? He's got this little rattler that he loves and he shakes it constantly.

He really is an angel. He almost never cries, except when he's hungry. Being part Gilmore means however, he's sort of hungry all the time. He's a good sleeper as well, a trait he sure got from you.

It's been a year since I last saw you, and I miss you still. Logan's eyes have turned green, and they are what I hoped they would be. Sometimes I pretend you're here with us. I can imagine you when you would have had to change his first diaper. That would have been funny (at least it was when I imagined it). I can picture you murmuring things to him. I can even picture Colin and Finn teaching him stuff that is very inappropriate for a 3 month old.

I tell him about you every night. About how we met, and I didn't really like you all that much. About the LDB, although a little censured (lest it not be only imaginary Colin and Finn that teach him bad behavior) And he seems to love the stories. Or he just likes the sound of my voice. Either way, he's happy.

Always, Rory

October 30th

Dear Logan,

Happy Halloween! Our little man is doing great. He babbles non-stop (wonder where he got that from) and he can sit up on his own now, and he loves it! He also eats 'normal' food now, and Luke makes wonderful baby-stuff. Tonight it's Miss Patty's annual Halloween party, and mom made Logan a wonderful costume; He's looking very sharp in his little suit (he even has a tiny umbrella, even though I won't tell mom why). He looks like you more and more every day, which also makes me miss you more. But we'll muddle through, we Gilmores are though (or so my grandfather says).

Always, Rory

February 26th

Dear Logan,

I can't believe he's one already. And we were right, he really is a genius. He can walk already (since about a month or so) and he can actually say words now. Mostly his words are food related (Ookie, uice, …) but he's wonderful. We've got so many home-movies, his 18th birthday is going to be a blast (for us at least). He says 'mommy' too, which I totally love by the way.

We'll be moving to Italy pretty soon, and I've been coaching him in Italian for a little while. He calls mom 'nonna' which she loves, because it doesn't make her sound too old. Luke is dubbed 'zio' which actually means 'uncle' but he doesn't mind. He's met Christopher 2 times in his life, and he really does not like him. And to be honest, after how he ruined my mother's relationship with that time, I don't really like him all that much myself. Maybe he can sense that somehow.

Always, Rory

August 15th

Dear Logan,

Italy is wonderful. The people are so great here, and I'm even learning how to cook (don't make fun of me, I'm actually doing pretty good). Logan is getting by phenomenally, he's speaking Italian already (just like you would imagine an 18 month old would talk). We really love it here, but we miss our home. Mom and Luke have gone back home today, and the house seems so quiet without them here. We did make plans to come to Stars Hollow for Christmas, so we'll just have to stay strong until then.

I wonder what you are doing now… Who you're with… I miss you!

Tuo per sempre, Rory.

December 31st

Dear daddy,

This is Logan speaking, but mommy writing. I wanted to tell you about the zoo we went to today. It was really nice and big and the lions were so scary. I wish you could have gone with us, because mommy said that you always made her feel safe and I want to be safe from the lions. Can we go to the zoo one time, if I'm a good boy. I promise I won't throw things in the cages and I'll walk with my own legs.

Mommy says I have to walk, because if I don't that means I don't need my legs anymore and she could give them to some other boy. But I don't want my legs to go away to another boy. You wouldn't let her, would you daddy? Can you come and play with me soon?

Tuo per sempre, Logan and Mommy

May 6th

Dear daddy,

We're coming home again! Mommy says we'll be back in the US in 3 hours. I can't wait to see Nonna and Zio and Ethan again. Will you be there with them? If you're not, can we maybe go and play later? I want to show you my new book, it's about a wizard and an owl and a witch to, but she scares me a little. But if you're there with me to read, I won't be scared, I promise!

Dear Logan,

We're coming home, it's true. My assignment in Italy is over. My mom told be about your dad, and I'm sorry for your loss. But I'm also glad he's gone, because now I can contact you, and hopefully you'll meet with me. I want to give you these books, and I hope this will be the last one I'll have to write.

I hope you'll want to know your son in person. He sure wants to meet you. You're his favorite person in the whole world (with maybe the exception of Luke, because how can you compete with pancakes..) and he adores you already. I know he'll grow to love you even more once he finally meets you.

Tuo per sempre, Logan and mommy

A knock on the door brought Logan back in the here and now, and a glance at his watch showed it was already 10 AM. He'd been captivated by those books so much, he hadn't even slept. Not that he could've, because his mind just wouldn't shut up. He stood to open the door and found his lawyer on the other side. "Come in" he said, "we've got a lot to discuss."

Please note that, while Rory wrote to Logan every day, I do not have the time (or the patience) to write every single day for 2,5 years. So these are little snippets, but Logan does read every last one of the stories, and looks at every last picture.

Hope you liked it, Reviews are L-O-V-E!