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Rory and Logan were sitting across from each other at the restaurant. Neither of them had said much. Logan said, "Okay. It should not be this awkward between us."

Rory thought if he only knew. She said, "It's just been a while. How have you been? How's HPG? How's Honor? How's life?"

"Things are better without Odette. Dad retired three years ago and put me in charge of HPG. It's been an experience to say the least. Honor's doing great. She has three energetic boys and a little girl. She's handling it all in stride. Josh works all the time and that leaves her at home with the kids. She loves it. I miss you. Ace, I never should have left. I should have known that Odette was a fraud. It's only ever been you."

Rory sighed. "Logan, you can't say stuff like that."

"But it's true! Ace, I should have known. You were the one to end my playboy ways. I should have known it would only be you that I would ever feel complete with."

"Logan, I'm not the same person I was 15 years ago. I'm not the same person I was five years ago either. My life isn't mine anymore. My life is my kids. I can't be selfish like I used to be. I can't do anything that I want, whenever I want anymore. It isn't fair to me. It isn't fair to you."

Logan grabbed her hand. "Ace, I don't care if you have kids. Your kids are great. I just want to be back in your life. I want to know all about Gracie and Scotty. I want to know all about you, too. I want to be a part of this life, too."

Tears were streaming down Rory's face. "Logan…"

"Hey. It's okay. Rory, it's okay. Tell me about your kids. Tell me about what you have been up to for the last five years."

Rory sighed. "I've been a mom. I've been writing the same story for the last four years. I've been writing a few articles here and there for local papers. I actually took over the Stars Hollow Gazette and got it back on its feet. I was able to hire some people to help me out, but I'm still the editor. It's been busy, but it's been so worth it."

"I want to hear about the kids. Full names. When and where they were born. How tall they are. Their favorite colors. I want to know it all because they are part of you."

Rory gulped. She didn't know how she was going to go there. She didn't know if she should go into all of that information. "They were born in February on the 14th. They are my little lovebugs. They were born at Harford Memorial. Gracie's favorite color is pink and Scotty's favorite color is orange, but changes daily. They are each 3 foot 1."

"I know you call them Gracie and Scotty, but what are their given names?"

As Rory was trying to figure out how to answer that question, she was saved by their meal. Their attention quickly went to the food that was sat before them. She wasn't ready to answer the questions that were coming her way. She did not think she would ever see the day that she would have to explain herself and her choices.

Rory and Logan got back to the house. The kids came running for them. Gracie said, "Mister Logan, you came back!"

Logan smiled and scooped the little girl up in his arms. He said, "I did. I had to come see you cool kids."

Scotty asked Rory, "Can Logan come again? He's cool."

Rory smiled. She loved to see the smiles on their faces, all three of their faces. "I guess I would be alright with that. The two of you need to start getting ready for bed. It's WAY past your bedtime."

"Do we have to? Logan is here."

Logan said, "You better listen to your mom, mister."

Rory said, "Maybe Logan can come over some other time, when he has the chance."

"I would love to."

Lorelai said, "I am going to head home. I'll talk to you all tomorrow." They said their goodbyes and Lorelai left.

Rory said, "Alright princess. It's your turn to go first tonight."

Logan said, "I'll keep this little man occupied."

"You don't have to do that."

"I would love to."

"Okay. Thank you." Rory took Gracie from Logan and headed to help her get ready for bed.

Logan said, "Okay, little man. Your mom says that orange is your favorite color. I like yellow."

"I like yellow, too!"

Logan chuckled. The little boy was definitely a people pleaser just like his mother. "That's awesome, Scotty. What is your favorite animal?"

"Dogs, but mommy won't let us get one. She says they eat everything and poop all the time."

Logan smiled. "She isn't wrong there. Dogs can be pretty messy. Maybe you'll get one someday."

"I hope so! Dogs are so cool."

"Do you like any sports?"

"I want to play soccer, but mom can't help me practice. She's not very good at it."

"I could kick the ball around with you sometime."

"Really? You mean it, Mister Logan?"

Logan chuckled at the boy's excitement. "Sure. I may not be very good, but it would at least help you get in some practice."

"Sweet!"

"Hey. Your mom calls you Scotty. Is that your real name?"

"No. My mom named me after my dad. I don't know him though."

"Oh? What's your name then?"

"Logan Scott Gilmore."

Logan went pale. Logan. Scott. Gilmore. This little boy shared his first name. This little boy said that his father's name was Logan.

Scotty must not have put it together because he continued to chatter about anything and everything he could think of.

Logan was speechless while he attempted to listen to the boy. Now he knew he had a conversation to have with Rory. He was beating himself up. He should have noticed the similarities sooner.