The motel was one of the U-shaped types where the building wraps around the parking lot, with all of the motel rooms' doors opening onto the balcony that also served as a walkway. At night and with only one of the parking lot lights working, the place looked a little seedy – if it wasn't for the fact that over thirty reporters following Barak Obama were staying in that motel, Logan would have feared for Rory's safety.

Logan silently followed Rory from the car towards one of the staircases of the motel. Rory looked back at Logan, "Sorry, the elevator isn't working."

Logan shrugged his shoulders. "That's okay."

Rory disappeared around the corner, her heels clunking on the metal steps. By the time Logan had reached the bottom of the steps, Rory was half way up them. Logan took a moment to appreciate the way her ass swayed from side to side with each step. The tight fitting black pencil-skirt showed off her curves. It had a slit up the back, showing off a long expanse of her creamy legs. The skirt had not been a part of Rory's wardrobe a few weeks ago, Logan would have remembered it. Logan clenched his fists and took his eyes off the magnificent sight, reminding himself that he came for emotional closure. Logan proceeded to make his way up the steps two at a time so that he could catch up with her.

Rory already had the key card in her hand by the time she reached her room, it was a safety precaution that she had developed early on. Rory opened the door and entered. She sat her bag down on her bed; she heard the door click closed, signaling that Logan was in the room.

She turned to find him leaning against the door, his arms crossed over his chest, the veins cording nicely and showing off his tanned muscular arms. Logan's stance was aggressive, if it was possible to be in a room without being in it, Logan was achieving the impossible. Rory thought that it was impossible that Logan would ever forgive her for hurting him. He trusted so few people and she felt like she had betrayed him the day she said no. As Rory tried to organize her thoughts on how to tell Logan what she needed to tell him, she realized that it was pretty much impossible to become pregnant while on the pill and using condoms. Rory also knew that it was impossible that the conversation that they were about to have would go well. But then, Rory thought that it was impossible that Logan would come and be standing before her. Despite all the pain that Rory caused and the hate that Logan must have felt towards Rory, he was standing there in front of her. And, they did share a life together against all odds. Suddenly, a room that had been full of impossibilities now had the faintest ray of hope. Rory could feel a spark of hope. It was almost like she was holding onto it, encased in a delicate crystal ball.

Rory just stood there, staring at him. How could she even begin to tell Logan the news that would change his life forever?

"Well, you said that you needed to talk. I'm here, so talk."

Rory physically flinched at the sound of hostility in Logan's voice, causing her to drop her crystal ball of hope.

"Logan, I swear… I don't know how this happened." As the tears started to fall, Rory could feel a weight being lifted off her shoulder, she didn't have to keep secrets anymore. "I mean, I know how it happened, and let me tell you the rumors are not true. I did not see a stork and I don't recall us ever playing in the cabbage patch." Euphemisms were nice and safe. Maybe she could tell Logan she was pregnant without actually having to say the words.

"Rory, what on earth are you saying?"

Of course, Logan has chosen that moment to be not perceptive. Had he not seen the Warner Brothers cartoons where the stork brings the happy couple their baby?

"I'm pregnant." Rory hadn't meant to blurt the words out like that. She had wanted to break the news to Logan as gently as she could to make the information of his impending fatherhood easier to process and to digest. She did not want to cause any more pain. Rory closed her eye's clearing her vision from her tears. When Rory opened her eyes again, Logan was still just standing.

"Logan, say something, please." Rory felt that Logan yelling at her would be better than him just standing, staring.

"Are you sure?" Logan's voice sounded distant.

Rory sat down on the bed; her legs could no longer hold her weight.

"I haven't been to the doctors or anything, but I'm three positive-pregnancy tests sure."

Logan looked away at this. It was incredibly unlikely that three pregnancy tests would be wrong. Logan felt faint and decided to join Rory on the bed before he collapsed. He left just enough space between them so that they weren't touching, but close enough that they could feel the heat radiate off each other's bodies.

The pair sat in silence, each contemplating the magnitude of the situation. Logan was the first to break the silence. "What do you plan to do?"

"Well, I was hoping that we figure out what we would do, but I can figure this out on my own if I have to."

Logan reached across and grabbed Rory's hand, "Rory, you are not in this alone. What I meant was do you plan on keeping it?"

"Yes!" Rory pulled back in shock and looked at Logan; she hated breaking contact with Logan, especially since he had willingly touched her. As surprising and unplanned the baby was, it was their child, after all. Her child will never grow up feeling unwanted; she had hoped that Logan would feel the same way.

"Good, I'm glad."

Rory hung her head low and whispered, "Are you really?"

"Rory, I'm not going to lie. This was unexpected… the timing is horrible considering where you and I are at. But I cannot regret the fact that you and I will have a child together." Logan, frustrated that Rory wasn't looking at him, went down on his knees in front of her. He placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her face until they were looking into each other's eyes.

"Ace, I'm here for you and the baby." Logan reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, blue velvet box. He had been carrying the ring around for days. He had intended to put it in his safety deposit box at the bank, but he always seemed to forget or run out of time.

"Rory, marry me."

"Logan…" Rory looked at the offered ring with fear and regret. She got up walked over to the window, looking out over the parking lot. She would not be able to bear to see the look on Logan's face when she has to say no again, the parked cars were a safer view.

Logan didn't miss the look of regret on her face, for the split second that it was there, before she had turned away. He smelled hope. "No, Rory, listen to me. I asked you before I knew you were pregnant. I meant it then and I mean it now." Logan could see the answer in Rory's body language, but he pressed on, not wanting to give up a second time. "All the barriers that you saw that kept you from saying yes the first time, do they really matter now?" Rory didn't answer him.

He got up from the bed and stood behind Rory. "Do they, Rory?"

"What will people think?"

Logan pulled Rory away from the window to face him. He gripped her arms and turned her around – she had to listen to him. Logan had no doubt in his mind that they were meant to spend the rest of their lives together, he just had to convince Rory.

"Who cares what people think, all that matters is that we know the truth. Rory, I love you, I was a fool for saying all or nothing, but I was so scared of losing you that I pushed. I thought if I pushed hard enough that you would say yes. It never occurred to me that you weren't ready. I figured that since I was ready that you would be right there with me."

While Rory found comfort in his words, it didn't change the problem at hand.

"But us getting married isn't going to solve anything." Rory broke free of Logan's hold and started to pace.

Logan noted that she didn't say that she still wasn't ready. "Rory, marriage isn't about solving anything. It's about being with the person you love no matter what and whatever issue or problem you have, you'll work through it together. I'm in your life now no matter what… our child made sure of that. But, I want more than being just the father of your child. Not because it's the right thing to do. Not because it's what my parents or your grandparents would want. I want us to get married because it's what we want. I'll do it on whatever terms you want. We can live in Stars Hollow if you want, I don't care!"

Rory loved hearing those words from Logan, but she was so scared. Marriage has always been a big scary thing in her house growing up. Her mother had always viewed marriage as the end of everything. Rory didn't want an end with Logan, she wanted a forever.

"But you shouldn't get married just because of a baby."

"That's your mother's issue not yours. For god's sake, Ace, I kept this ring and brought it with me with the hope that you would change your mind. Pregnant or not I want you to marry me."

Logan took a deep calming breath and with that breath came a moment of clarity – Rory was scared. She was scared that the only way to have him in her and their child's life is if she says yes. As much as Logan liked Christopher he would never understand the way he treated Rory and Lorelai.

"Look, Ace, I'm not going to force you into this, I want you to be my wife but if I can only have you as the mother of my child… that's fine as well. No matter what your answer is Rory, I'm not walking away from you or the baby. I won't be like our fathers. I hate that you had to pee on a stick without me. I can't even imagine how freaked out you were. I'm freaked out. I'm going to be a father!... I'm going to be a dad." At Logan's second declaration of fatherhood his voice grew soft.

Rory stopped pacing at the sound of softness in Logan's voice and she looked at him. This was as serious as she had ever seen him.

"I swear no matter what answer you give me I will love you and our child unconditionally… I will always be here for both of you… we're joined now with steel cables instead of strings. I'm not holding this over your head… marriage won't be a condition for me to be here for you. You are not an obligation to me, you are a necessity. I need you. So, one last time, Ace, will you marry me?"

Rory now knew that her mother's use of the word obligation had meant more than she had initially thought. Obviously Logan had used the same word when he had asked for her mother's permission. Rory understood that Logan felt so much pressure from all the obligations that were thrust upon him, the fact that despite all the drama and ups and downs that they had had in their relationship, she wasn't a burden to him. Rory was crying – she wanted, no, she needed to believe him so badly. She had spent her life wanting to believe the men in her life. Dean, Jess, her father. But they had all walked away instead of staying for her. Her father was the worst of them all. He had even picked someone else rather than stay with her.

The last time that she had believed her father was going to stay was just before Sookie's wedding. She was so sure that her parents were going to make it work and for the first time Rory could see that her Mom wanted it to work. But then he left and picked GiGi over her and her Mom. As much as she loved her father and the relationship that they have built over the last few years, a big part of her has been waiting for him to walk away again. And there was the difference between her father and Logan.

While her father spent his time walking away and coming back when he could be bothered, Logan, the few times that they had been apart, spent his time coming back for her. In fact even when apart, he was still holding onto her and she just didn't know it.

"And you swear that no matter what my answer is that you won't leave me," Rory placed her hand on her stomach, "us."

She needed to hear him say it. She needed to believe him and for that she needed to see his eyes. She took a step closer to him but still maintained her distance.

"Never, Ace, I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, both of you." Logan spoke with such sincerity and conviction that it left no room for doubt that he meant what he had just said.

Tears streamed down Rory's face. Logan wanted to comfort her desperately but they needed to work this part out first. He needed to know under what title he would be comforting her – fiancé or father of her child.

Rory said something, but it was too soft for him to hear. He stepped closer, placed his hand on her hip and drew her in against his body, "I didn't hear you, Ace."

Rory looked up at Logan, her eyes brimming with tears. She spoke the words that she and her mother had feared for so long. "Yes."

"Yes?" Logan looked into her eyes, trying to detect if she was saying yes because it's what she wanted, not just what he wanted her to say.

Rory nodded her head and this time she smiled, "Yes!"

Rory had an overwhelming sense of relief. That simple word did not inspire a moment of dread or fear, the thought of Rory Gilmore marrying Logan Huntzberger just felt right.

Logan in a moment of sheer joy picked Rory up and spun her around the room. Rory laughed placing her arms around his neck to steady herself. "Logan, put me down."

Logan looked up at her, "Not until you say it again."

Rory beamed with joy down at him, "Yes, Logan Huntzberger, I will marry you."

Instead of readying herself to be put down, Rory wrapped her legs around Logan's waist. Suddenly the idea of any space between them seemed just criminal. Rory was thankful that her mother had talked her into buying a skirt with such a high slit up the back; the act of raising her leg bunched the skirt around her thighs.

Logan gave Rory his trademark smirk, "I thought you wanted me to put you down."

Rory shook her head, her hair cascading over her shoulders. "Not anymore." Rory leaned forward and placed the most gentle of kisses on Logan's lips. Rory started to pull back, but Logan weaved his fingers into her hair and held her head in place, he deepened the kiss with a groan. After minutes that felt like hours, Rory pulled back.

"Please tell me that you still have the house with the avocado tree."

Logan laughed and sat down on the bed with Rory still wrapped around him. "Yeah, I still got it, Ace."

Logan failed to mention that he had not set foot in the place since moving to California. He was currently living in an apartment, and the beautiful home that he had picked out for them was sitting vacant in a picturesque, tree-lined street.

"That avocado tree is a real selling point, isn't it?"

"Well, I do like guacamole."

Logan couldn't stop smiling. "So, I guess this means that we're going to be living in California."

"Well, it makes sense, it's where you work."

"Ace, if you don't want to be so far away from your Mom, we can move....."

Rory made a shushing sound and kissed Logan's lips, but the gentle kiss was not enough to distract Logan from his train of thought. "I can find work somewhere else."

Rory started kissing down Logan's neck; she undid the first few buttons of his shirt.

"Ace, I'm serious… it's only work, I can work anywhere." Rory, frustrated that Logan was ignoring her attempts to change the subject, stepped it up a notch. She licked the hollow of his throat.

"Ahhhh." Logan cried out, stretching his throat, giving her more access.

Rory pushed the half-buttoned shirt off Logan's shoulders, trapping his arms in the shirt. She kissed her way along his neck, shoulder and finally she found the very tip of his shoulder, the point just before it turns into his arm and sunk her teeth in. Logan shivered and started to become proactive in the seduction process. He moved his arms still trapped in his shirt, one hand moving to cup her ass and the other moving to her lower back, pulling her blouse free from the skirt.

Rory moved her attention back to Logan's lip, this time the kiss was hungrier, and their lips crashed together, bruising – almost cutting themselves on their teeth. Rory was the first to give in to the kissing war and let Logan slip his tongue into her mouth.

Her nails scraped down Logan's torso and she undid the rest of his shirts buttons. Rory's wondering hands found his belt and with shaking hands she started to undo it. Logan moved his hands to Rory's chest; he started undoing her buttons, exposing her chest an inch at a time. Once all the buttons were undone he leaned down and sucked Rory's nipple through her white lace bra. Rory moaned as she felt Logan's teeth gently bite into her flesh, causing her to redouble her efforts with Logan's pants.

She now had the belt undone and worked the fly open. Logan was wearing a pair of black Jockey boxer-briefs, there was no way she could get his rapidly growing erection out without hurting him, the only option left to her was for her hand to slip through the opening and seek him out. She ran her fingers over his shaft, caressing him. She could feel Logan respond – he grew harder in her hand.

Logan cried out as Rory's soft, delicate hand gripped him. She didn't have enough room to stroke him, and so she squeezed her hand rhythmically. He wasn't fully hard yet and that was the only reason why she could still grip him under the circumstances. Logan rested his head on Rory's chest, trying to calm himself down. He reached up to take Rory's shirt off, but his arms only made it half way though the motion, he was well and truly tangled in his own shirt now. The absurdity of his position made him laugh.

Rory pulled back and smiled at Logan's predicament, "Would you like some help?"

"That would be appreciated, Ace." With one last squeeze, Rory gently withdrew her hand from Logan's now fully erect cock. She set first one and then the other of Logan's arms free. Logan watched her quietly as she did this, not believing that he was holding her again in his arms.

Rory looked up, "What?"

"Nothing, I'm just happy."

Rory smiled, "Me, too."

Rory leaned in again and captured his lips with her own. She gently pushed her tongue into Logan's mouth, he tasted of coffee, and he tasted like home.

Logan slowly laid back on the bed, taking Rory with him, at the same time his hands moved up her back to unclasp her bra, this time he had ease of movement. With a practiced snap of his wrist, Rory's breasts were free of the confining lace.

Logan moved them higher up on the bed, rolling them in the process so that Rory was now on the bottom. Logan kissed his way down her chin and neck, while Rory busied her hands over his back, neck and shoulders, and her fingers weaving though his hair. He paused in his southward journey to lavish attention on Rory's nipples. First attacking one, licking and biting it until Rory was groaning in a mix of pleasure and pain. Then he moved onto the other nipple. Once Logan was satisfied that her nipples were as hard as they were going to get, he continued on his journey down her body – kissing, licking and biting his way down. Once he reached her skirt he moved his hands around until he found the zipper, hidden in the seam that ran down her hip.

Rory lifted her hips, helping Logan undress her. He swept her skirt and underwear off in one smooth motion. Logan removed Rory's shoes, and ran his hands along her legs, reveling in the feeling of her soft, warm skin. When his hands came to her thighs, he pushed them apart and nestled himself down between her legs. He looked up at Rory – she had propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at him. Her face was flushed and her eyes had darkened with lust.

Logan, keeping eye contact, moved closer to Rory's center and with one firm stroke his tongue licked from the base of her folds all the way to the top. First he played with her outer lips, licking back and forth before slipping his tongue between them; he savored her taste, and smiled at the sound of Rory moaning in pleasure. She threw her head back. Logan moved forward again, only this time his movements were slower, he took his time exploring her, playing with her opening, lapping at the juices her body was creating.

Logan waited patently for Rory to make eye contact again, when she looked at him again her eyes were half hooded and her breathing had deepened. Logan brought his hands into play. He used one hand to hold her nether lips apart, giving him full access to her center. He massaged her clit with his tongue, stimulating her nerve endings, while working two of his fingers inside of her slick, warm wetness. His fingers found her G-spot, he flexed them fast and hard over the sensitive spot. Logan was rewarded for his efforts as Rory started groaning louder, her hands roaming all over her body. As her orgasm grew closer, her hands reached down and gripped Logan's head, pulling him closer to her. Logan smiled as Rory started rocking her hips against him; he knew that her orgasm was soon to come. He increased his speed and was rewarded with a loud groan from Rory. She arched her back and cried out his name as she came, her walls inside pulsing, gripping onto Logan's fingers as hard as it possibly could. Logan kept working his fingers and tongue through Rory's orgasm ensuring that it would last as long as possible. He worked her until she was over-sensitive and would jerk every time his tongue made contact with her clit.

"Logan, God, stop! Please, stop!"

Logan drew his hands away, but lazily lapped his tongue over her opening one last time, savoring her taste. He stood and quickly removed the rest of his clothing. Logan made his way back onto the bed, lying beside Rory, sliding his hand over her waist and pulling her flush to his body.

They smiled at each other, "I missed that." Rory sounded relaxed.

"Is that all I am to you, Ace, a sex toy?"

"Oh! No," Rory shook her head, "You're better than that. You are a sex toy that I never have to change the batteries." With that comment Rory reached down and started stroking his cock, this time without clothes restricting her movements.

Her hand brushed over his tip, she used his pre-cum, spreading it over his tip and shaft, her other hand cupped his balls and reached further down to caress the delicate skin behind them. Keeping her hand moving, she leaned in and kissed him, the kiss was slow but deep – Rory could taste herself on Logan's lips.

Logan, not wanting to break the kiss, moved himself between Rory's legs, her hands never losing contact with his erection. He ran his hand down her side, feeling the swell of her breast and then hip. He gripped Rory's leg and pulled it up, wrapping it around his waist. Not needing any further prompting, Rory moved her other leg into the same position, and then, moved her hands from Logan's cock to around his neck. She was satisfied that he was as hard as he was going to get.

Logan arched his back and started driving his hips forward, he shuddered as the resistance of Rory's opening gave way and he slipped inside her warm tight opening. Rory was thankful as always that Logan had taken the time to make her wet and ready for him. It wasn't so much that Logan was long, it was more that he was deliciously thick, stretching her, rubbing her in all the right places.

Once Logan had pushed himself inside Rory as far as he could, he rested his forehead on hers and breathed in deep. He could smell her hair, her sweat, her sex. Now fully lodged inside of her, Logan started moving his hips in a circular motion, grinding into her clit. It wasn't until Rory started whimpering that he started moving in and out of her. His strokes were long and even, on each in stroke he paused and grinded her clit.

Logan was in heaven. He always loved the feeling of being inside Rory after she had had an orgasm and just like always he could feel Rory's spasms rhythmically gripping and holding him tighter, giving him a pleasurable sensation of so much intensity, enveloping him with a sense of completeness, of home.

The pair didn't say anything as they moved in time with one another, their breathing steadily increasing. Rory's walls inside started gripping Logan tighter every time he moved out of her body, not wanting to let him go. As Logan felt his need growing he started moving in and out of Rory in a faster pace. Rory matched his movements, bucking her hips in time with his in stroke. Then, after a while, Rory started to lose her rhythm, her breathing becoming erratic. Logan felt the change in her body and knew she was close. He increased his speed and started slamming into her, desperately trying to reach climax at the same time as Rory.

Rory shouted out, "Logan!"

And she came. Logan felt her shuddering under him, the sound of his name and her internal muscles gripping around him sent him over the edge and into bliss. He drove himself hard one final time inside her and ejaculated deep within her.

Logan collapsed on top of her, his breathing still erratic. Rory kept her legs wrapped around him not wanting to lose their closeness. Logan became aware that all of his weight was resting on Rory and started to withdraw himself from the depths of her body. But Rory stopped him when she felt his movement, "Please, can we stay like this a little longer?"

Logan propped his torso up with his arms and brushed the hair from Rory's face, "As long as you want, Ace. But I'm too heavy to stay on top of you."

Rory was about to protest when Logan, finding his last reserve of strength, rolled onto his back, taking Rory with him. Logan could feel their combined juices run down his cock and balls, the sensation sent a shiver up his spine.

Rory looked into Logan's eyes, "I love you, Logan."

"I love you, too, Ace. Don't ever forget that."

"I won't."

Rory kissed Logan again. It was a very soft kiss, almost just a brush of their lips, and then, she rested her head on Logan's chest. His cock was still deeply lodged inside of her. For the first time in weeks she felt warm and safe, and, confident that everything would be okay.