Because I love you, and your reviews so much, I've decided to give you another (short) chapter... just because I know ya'll are dying to know about the shiny thing...

In this chapter, there are things said, that (in my honest opinion) needed to be said. The insecurities they both struggled with...

Hope you enjoy, because I'm not sure when I'll be able to put up another chapter... might not be until monday...

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When Rory woke up she was a little confused. And a lot warm. When she tried to move, she found herself the center of a Logan sandwich. Curled up against her chest was her little boy, his head tucked underneath her chin, his back against her. He was sleeping peacefully. Behind her, there was another Logan and her back was also firmly pressed against his chest, his arm slung over her hips. Her waking mind was a little fuzzy about the 'how' and the 'what', but she started to remember the events of last night.

"You kept it." She whispered, while holding on to the model rocket she found in little Logan's room. He slowly turned, eyes focusing on hers. "Of course I did. It's… our rocket." A silent tear fell down Rory's cheek and she put up her hand to catch it.

"Why would it be 'of course'. You left me, standing in the middle of a Yale courtyard, breaking my heart. I waited by the phone for weeks, and after I found out about Logan, I waited again. I figured you'd realize it was urgent and you'd call me. You didn't care anymore. It didn't matter to you. I didn't matter." Her tears were now flowing freely, and she was having trouble keeping her voice steady and silent. Logan came up to her, took the rocket and put it on the coffee-table. He then guided Rory down to sit beside him on the couch. "I did care. I cared to much. Walking away was both the hardest and the dumbest thing I've ever done, and I was a selfish, stubborn fool to do it. I knew springing this on you – list girl – was a bad idea. Hell, your mother even told me so. But I went ahead with it anyway. I was so sure of myself, that I forgot who you are. Forgot to calculate your dreams into what marrying me would mean." Logan sighed. "I must have picked up the phone a million times, dialed your number, only to stop one digit short. I figured you'd hate me, and no amount of coffee-carts would fix what I'd broken."

He stopped and looked her in the eyes again. "I loved you, and you saying 'no'… it broke me, and I broke us. And all I can do now is try and fix what's left to be fixed." Rory lifted her hand to catch a tear that was now falling down his face. "Look at us, both sitting here, crying over ancient history. But, I want to clarify. I didn't say 'no'. I told you I wanted to wait. To see what the world had in store for Rory Gilmore. To find out who Rory Gilmore, Yale graduate was; before becoming Lorelai Huntzberger. That didn't mean I didn't love you, or that I was turning you down. You had the time to figure out what you wanted to do, start your own company and everything. I just wanted a chance to do the same, with your support."

For a moment they were both quiet, thinking back to the words they shared that last day at Yale. "How about now?" Logan asked her. She looked a little confused at him, and he elaborated. "You signed your letters with 'Always'. What does that mean? How do you feel, about me, about us, now?" Rory thought about that for a moment, trying to find the right words to say what she felt, without scaring him off. "I mean every word, of every letter, especially the sendoff. I will always love you, and the wonderful gift you gave me in our son. I wrote you, and I still believe in it with all my heart, that you are the one for me. But I can't go back and pick up where we started. Your different, I'm different. We've got 3 years of change between us. I love the Logan from 3 years ago, but I don't really know the Logan that's in front of me now, so I don't know if I love the now-you."

Logan's face fell. Of course they couldn't go back to the way they were before. They weren't college kids anymore. Hell, he was responsible for an entire media conglomerate for god's sake. And he was now learning how to be a dad. And she'd been a foreign correspondent, like she dreamed she would, and she was a mom. But it stung to hear her say that, to have the little bit of hope he had be crushed.

She could see a flicker of emotions flash on his face. Sorrow, regret, hurt,… but she wasn't done yet. "I don't know if I love the Logan you are now. Media mogul and CEO.. but I'm willing to find out." The way his eyes lit up at that, was more than she could take. She crashed her mouth against his in a searing kiss, and he gladly responded. Until the buzzer went off again, signaling the food arriving.


They had made last night a sort of second first date. They ate Chinese food and talked. Logan talked about life as the CEO of HPG, something he never wanted to be in his life.

"It not as bad as I thought. I mean, I'm totally different in handling it from my dad. He was so hands on about everything, never had time for anything besides work, least of all his children. And I've always said I didn't want to be like that. So I made some changes. I now have a VP for all the different media outlets, and we have monthly staff meetings. The major decisions are made by me, but I've got very competent people working for me, to do the smaller day-to-day things. So I'm at the office here in Hartford most of the time, fly to New York or London or wherever when it's needed that I'm there. I still go out with Colin and Finn and I even make time to read every once in a while. I even have 2 free weekends a month, if you'd believe that.

When I take vacation time, I know my business is taken care of. The urgent things they can e-mail me about, and the rest can wait until I get back. I prefer my vacations to be work-free and that's mostly respected. Only once or twice has it happened that something very dire needed my attention.

And now that I know about Logan…well, I'm so glad I made the changes. This way I can be flexible, and I can actually see my kid growing up. I can't promise to be there for every single thing, but I'll be there as much as possible."

Rory in turn told him in great detail their lives in Italy. The trips they went on, the words they learned, the way Logan always asked for a bedtime story about his dad. It was a major reconnecting between the two ex-lovers. Until they heard crying coming from the pirate-room.

"Cucciolo, what's wrong baby?" Rory asked him when she was beside his bed, Logan by her side. "Mommy, it hurts. I can't sleep anymore. I want to stay with you. And with daddy. Can I please stay with you and daddy?" The tears in his eyes were so full of pain she couldn't help but say yes. So they ended up in Logan's bed, Rory in the middle of her 2 boys.


Waking up like this was amazing. And even though things were not completely right between her and Logan, they had agreed to try. And that meant, they would go out, on a real date in the near future. Rory sighed content, and a smile crept on her face when she heard Logan's voice "Good morning Ace."