Ok, so I don't own Gilmore Girls, I don't know who does but they are lucky bitches. I have absolutely no clue what this chapter will bring, but I hope you like it, ^_^.

Chapter 4: My little Girl

Before:

"Night mommy," she said as she closed the door behind us and went to her bed. She grabbed a book off the nightstand next to it and held it up. "Mommy and I are reading the book you bought me for Christmas daddy. See, see?" she said full of innocent excitement. I smile and read "My name is Junie B. Jones….."

Now: Rory's pov

I stand by the door to Ellie's room, listening to Logan read Junie B. Jones to my little angle. Never in my wildest dreams would I think that this would be happening. I smiled to myself and walked down the hall and into the small kitchen. I pick up the phone and call Lane.

"Hello?" Zack answered.

"Hey Zack, its Rory, is Lane around?" Zack calls out Lanes name and says back, "She coming."

"Hey Rory, what's up?" Lane answered the phone.

"You'll never guess what's happening." I tell her.

"Wha- wait, do I want to know?" she seems almost scared of the answer.

"Logan's reading to Ell, can you believe it!?" I say.

"I want proof." Lane says not believing me.

I walk by her room and put the phone by the door, but not so close that they can see it. "Can you hear them?" I ask her. She mumbles a "yea," before going quiet.

"Well?" I ask, walking away from them and into the living room.

"Rory, you know I love you right? And because of this I want you to know I'll never keep anything from you, so, don't get your hopes up. He's not perfect and you know Logan, he certainly has the tendency to disappear when things get too much. What if he decides that things are getting to stressful and goes away again? Rory, I don't want to see you hurt again, and I don't want poor Ellie to get hurt either." Lane said. I nodded my head, "I trust him, Lane. He's different now, he won't just take off, and I know it. He's more responsible now then back then. He's grown up; I think he's finally got his life straight." I could hear Lane sigh.

"Hey Rory, it's late, and as a mom of twins I need to go to bed earlier than those lucky women who have one child. So good night and call me tomorrow." She said.

"Ok, night night sleepy mommy." I teased her. The other line went dead and I hung up the phone.

"Who was that?" Logan asked as he sat down next to me.

"Lane." I answered. We both sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity until he said, "Rory, what now?" I looked at him and laughed.

"What do you mean, 'what now?'? What now is that you can't just get up and decide that whenever this gets to hard or stress full, you can't just leave. That little girl in there now knows you as her father, and so now you can't just leave. Have I made myself clear?" I said matter-of-factly. He nodded and sighed, "This certainly isn't going to be easy now is it?" I shook my head. "Just wait till she starts puberty, then starts dating. We'll certainly have our hands full." I laughed.

Logan's POV-------

I put my feet on the table in front of me and lounged back, "so where do I sleep, honey?"

She rolled her eyes, "I thought you might already have a place to stay."

"Yes but I was thinking, we might just use that for……." I suggested but she hit me on the head, "Logan Huntzburger!! You are absolutely perverted!!" she yelled. I threw my head back and laughed. In London, everyone was strict and straight forward. It felt good to finally be home, and laugh without people being drunk in order to do so.

She looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. "What?" I asked when I calmed down and could breathe easier. "You're still the same, Logan Huntzburger. I just wish you'd grown up a bit. Now, I need you to leave so I can get up bright and early with your daughter and go to work. So I'll see you later, and then we'll talk about you moving in." she got up and walked towards the door. I watched the way her hips swayed from side to side and my mouth drooled just a bit at thinking about what else those hips could do.

I got up and walked over to her. Wrapping my arms around her waist I whispered into her ear, "I'll see you later, future Mrs. Logan Huntzburger." She pushed me out the door and rolled her eyes, "In your dreams." She closed the door in my face. I could open the door and taunt her more, or I could save myself and just walk away. So I chose the second option.

Walking out into the crisp night toward my car, I wondered if I should tell my parents that they have a granddaughter. Shaking my head I decided against it. My parents would kill me if they found out, and then they would want to meet the poor girl.

"Poor Ellie, she has no clue what she's gotten herself into." I mumbled getting into my car. I drove off toward my townhouse. It's twice the size of Rory's apartment, and an extra bedroom, though I hoped it would be for Rory when I found her. I suppose it could be used as Ellie's room and Rory and I could share the master suite.

I turned on the radio, blasting a random CD I'd gotten from Collin and Fin. The case read Bullet For My Valentine. Weird name for a band, but the less quiet I have the less I have to worry about my situation. I've only been back for a day and I have found out I have a daughter who is six years old, my ex-girlfriend working for the New York Times, and that in two days, either I get my act in shape or I lose the only thing that really ever mattered and my baby girl.

When I rolled up into the driveway, I noticed the lights were on. I got out of the car and walked inside my house. There was my mother and father. Sitting on my couch, watching T.V.

"Nice of you to drop by but it would've been nice if you called at least." I said. They turned around and gave me the disapproving look I'd grown up with.

"We did, but I would like to talk to you about something. Son, don't go looking for that Gilmore girl, Rory wasn't it? She's no good for you. Forget about her and move on." My dad said standing up and refilling his glass.

"What do you pops? She seems fine, I just saw her. In fact, she's living quite happily. She works at the New York Times. She's got an apartment, and she's stable." I said. He was going to pay for insulting her, if he did it one more time I'll punch the living daylights out of that bastard.

"Dear, she's moved on. She may seem stable but she's a mess. Her grandparents just had to bale her out of a debt she owed. Don't you see? She's instable, and we've found a nice young women you would get along amazingly with. She's going to make a great Huntzburger if you'll just give her a chance." My mom said. I shook my head, "Will you please stop trying to run my life? Get out, get out of my house before I call the cops." I said.

"Fine, but remember, ignore her. Forget about Rory, she's no good." My dad said as he and my mom left.

Once they were gone, I lay back on the couch and sighed. "this has been one hell of a day." I closed my eyes and fell asleep on the couch.

Rory's POV---

He was about to say something. I shouldn't have shoved the door into his face. It wasn't right. Grr, now I wanna know what he was going to say!

I paced my room. The T.V. playing softly in the background, I cursed myself for being so paranoid. Finally I plopped down onto my queen sized bed and threw a pillow over my face, silently screaming into the poor thing.

After I'd taken out most of my frustrations onto the pillow I pulled down the covers and climbed into bed. Turning the T.V. off I turned on my radio/clock. Grabbing the book I was currently reading, I settled into bed.

"It's been one hell of a day. Lets see where tomorrow brings us, huh?" I sighed to myself.

Closing my eyes I fell asleep, and fell into a long, peaceful sleep.