A/N: So I really wasn't going to continue this story and this idea was supposed to be explored in another fic but I guess these two ideas were already in the same universe/headcanon and this is also (very loosely) based on a Leonard Cohen song and it does take place after the first chapter so why not just make it a second chapter. Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews, they really made my day.

Chapter Two: Take This Waltz

"Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now,

It's all that there is."

"I'm pregnant."

Logan never imagined it would be like this. He never imagined Rory would tell him that she's carrying his baby through a transatlantic call. He never imagined he would be engaged to someone else when she told him. He didn't have a clear image of how it would be but he knew this felt all so wrong. He was already in a frenzy when she called him. He was already making plans to break it off with Odette but now that she told him the most important news of his life, his need to be his own man again heightened. He was going to be father. He was going to have a baby, an innocent perfect baby, with Rory Gilmore. Before the euphoria of this fact could kick in, the responsibility of separating himself from this entirely wrong life he had laid out for himself crushed him and their already erratic conversation ended with Logan saying he needed some time. He regretted saying that as soon as he came to his senses. Yes, he did need some time but not to adjust to the news. He needed time to make himself available again.

It had been a week since their phone call and he was sitting on a plane again, looking out the tiny oval window to the gloomy Heathrow Airport. He broke it off with Odette merely hours after talking to Rory but it took him a whole week to cut himself loose from the "dynastic plan". A whole week of wanting to pick up the phone and call Rory, tell her he loved her, tell her he couldn't wait to be raise this baby with her, tell her she was never going to be alone. Yet he didn't. He was a man of big gestures and this one was the biggest yet. He realized a lot was left unclear. He was nervous. They didn't really discuss what Rory wanted or how she wanted to handle this, she had only said his involvement was up to him and he wanted it all. He was going to do this the right way this time. There were so many wrongs he had to remedy.

As he impatiently waited for the flight to be over, he remembered that night in Vienna. Rory had been unusually flighty all day that day but Logan didn't complain. He understood she needed something effervescent in the midst of all the mortality. He remembered meeting her at the concert hall. He had assumed she would have wanted to go to Muzikveren and see the Vienna Philharmonic but she wanted to go to Theater an der Wien, not for what it was on stage there that night but because it was where Beethoven's Eroica had premiered. She had a blue dress and a trench coat on when they met by the entrance.

"Am I late?" Logan asked before gently kissing her on the cheek.

"Just in time to 'second act' it." She grabbed him and pulled him inside hastily.

" Second act it?" Logan asked, confused.

"Yes." She answered as they sneaked in to the second act of Carmen. They sat the back and Rory whispered,

"I wish Eroica was on their program.".

They held hands and Rory gently placed her head on his shoulder 15 minutes into the second act. He liked Carmen, it was one of his favorite operas however he paid no attention to it this time. He was too focused on feeling the weight of Rory's head on his shoulder, the lavender scented smell of her perfume, the softness of her hands, her laughter whenever a comedic remark was made. She cried when Carmen died and he didn't know how to react. He gently placed a kiss on her temple and squeezed her hand to remind her that he was there. He was there, next to her, for as long as she wanted him to be. When the piece ended and the applaud faded away, Rory sighed and said,

"The concert hall was the only thing I really planned so what's next?"

Logan smiled,

"We do have a hotel room nearby."

"Hunztberger, so coy." Rory laughed sarcastically

"We don't have to go right away, let's get a few drinks?" Logan proposed.

There were just so many things they never talked about. After the second glass of wine, Logan started to think maybe this was the time to ask her, Why? Not why they were here in Vienna but why she seemed to limit their relationship. He wanted to know why it always felt like she had boxed him in, put the box in the back of her closet after the proposal and when they met again in Hamburg, she opened the box but never fully unpacked it. He wanted to talk about how he felt, being engaged to another woman when the one he loved turned his proposal away. He realized it would be too selfish, too self-indulgent. Something was clearly bothering Rory so he decided to give her time. They ended up finishing two bottles of red wine and imagining themselves in an East European cheap cop show. It was always fun with her. Rory downed her drink and imitating a barbarian king said,

"Another one!" Logan laughed and gently held her hand,

"I think we're done for the night, Ace."

Rory rolled her eyes but replied,

"Fine."

After a few seconds of silence, she spoke again, this time in a completely different tone of voice, one with concern and seriousness,

"What do you think our lives would be like if we just… moved here?"

Logan wanted to say, We'd be happy, insanely, ridiculously, impossibly happy. But for some reason, he found himself deflecting her question with humor. His stomach twitched as he said,

"A lot of incoherent conversations and using Google translate too much, and taking adult German classes, or Hungarian."

"Or both." she smiled.

When they left, Logan was determined to make Rory talk about what was actually going on. It wasn't very often that she offered him to go to Vienna with her, just to see a concert hall, not even a specific performance but to be in the building.

"Ace," he started as they were walking down a cobblestoned street, hand in hand. "What's going on?"

She turned to face him, her eyes had always had this pull on his but under the lighting of Vienna streetlights on a warmer night their effect had heightened.

"Do you also hear that?"

He did. A faint melody of a Viennese waltz played by a single violin was echoing in the scarcely populated street. However, he stayed on the task and repeated his question.

"C'mon, Rory, what's going on? What are we doing here?"

Rory smiled weakly,

"Living."

Logan was now sure that this was Rory's reaction to losing her grandfather. He could never deny her an adventure so he decided to make this one count.

"Well then. Live we shall." He extended his hand towards her in a courtly fashion and she took it. They started swaying to the beat of the Viennese waltz. Logan did his best to remember the waltz from his dance lessons at one of his boarding schools he attended. Once he started the steps, it came quite naturally to him. Even though, Rory stumbled a few times and they both laughed, she also grasped the concept pretty quickly. He kept thinking how happy he was at that moment. Dancing, on a street in Vienna, with the most incredible woman he'd ever met in his life and how he wanted to tell her he loved her, never stopped loving her and how he never intended to. He remembered the need to say "It should have been you Rory. It should be you, it should be us." But before he could say anything, she said:

"I'm so glad I get to do this with you."

Logan knew in that moment, this whole trip was always intended to be a memory, a perfect memory capsuled in Vienna, much like the night in Hamburg. It was supposed to be one of the moments in which they stood still, moments designed to be remembered, not to be lived. He leaned in to kiss her, his grip on her waist tightened and she let go of his hand to grasp onto his neck.

"Where did you say that hotel room was?" Rory whispered to him, prompting Logan to chuckle smugly. The rest of the night was spent with minimal talking, which seemed to be what Rory needed and desired.

"This is your captain speaking…" the coarse voice coming from the sound system tore him away from his memories. The captain announced they would land in thirty minutes, right on schedule. He started to get anxious. He could not wait to see her but he was nervous she would say no to his plan. Everything depended on his plan. This one more romantic gesture was supposed to change everything. Rory had said his involvement was completely up to him so he knew he would get to be in the baby's life. He knew he would be there for the birth, for the first steps, for the first words but he wanted it all. He wanted to be there for the first all-nighter, first dirty diaper, first time Rory fell a sleep with the baby. He wanted to be there for the seconds too. The second time the baby laughed, the second time the baby said sat up, the second time the baby got a haircut. He wanted the thirds, the fourths, the fifths. He wanted the lasts too. The last trip to the toy store, the last first day of school, the last time their kid would sleep in his or her teenage room. He wanted to witnesses Rory be a mom, in its entirety, not in snippets. He didn't want episodes of their life. He wanted the moments that stood still and the moments that pushed forward. He didn't want to be capsuled, or boxed. He didn't want their child to have two of everything. He wanted their lives to merge. He wanted it all. He planned to say all of this, if Rory let him and then some more but first he needed to catch a cab and drive to Lorelai's.

With every second he grew more and more anxious, the cab ride to Stars Hallow was blurry. In fact, everything from the moment the plane landed to the moment he found himself on the porch, about to ring the bell, was a blur.
"This is it." He murmured to himself and rang the bell. It was 8:05 in the morning, he figured someone would still be home. He was right. After a few painful minutes, he heard footsteps and Rory yelling sleepily, "I'm coming."

Logan would never forget the look on her face when she opened the door to find him standing there.

"Logan?" she asked perplexed.

"Hey Ace," Logan smiled at Rory in a messy bun and her pajamas. He pulled up the two tickets he had been holding in his hands and asked the question that everything depended on.

"Let's go to Vienna?"

A/N: I just wanted to thank everyone again, it really means a lot that you took time out of your lives to leave a review. I hope you enjoyed this one too. There will be one more chapter which will hopefully come soon. Thanks for reading!