Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls or any of its characters, nor do I have any connection or affiliation with the actors and actresses, producers, show-runners or the CW. Because let's face it – if I did, Gilmore Girls would still be on, Rory would've married Logan, and I wouldn't be writing this fanfic.

Rating: PG for now, for language.

Major Relationships: Rory & Logan, with Luke & Lorelai from time to time.

Author's Note: Still a work in progress. Enjoy, review. Hopefully chapters 11 and 12 will be out mid next week. 

If I Never See You Again

By Heather Nicole

Chapter 11

"I know it's a little small," Logan began as he ushered Rory into the foyer. "Only about 4,000 square feet."

Rory's jaw dropped a little, "Your definition of small and my definition of small are two totally different things. That's huge."

"Well, it's less than half the size of my parents' house," he said. "So it's smaller than that."

"Yes, and the only thing differentiating your parents' house from a castle is a moat and a draw bridge," Rory remarked.

"Well, you should have a castle," Logan said, turning to face her and taking both her hands in his. "But this is what I can afford – for now."

"I don't need a castle," Rory whispered, and kissed him softly. "So, show me around."

"Well, right now, we're on the first floor, in the foyer," he said.

"No, really?" Rory quipped.

Logan simply smirked at her and continued with the tour.

The first floor was big and open. To the left of the entry way was a small sitting room and a coat closet, with double doors that opened to the dining room. The dining room as also connected to the kitchen, was in the back left corner of the house coming from the entry way. The kitchen was gorgeous – Rory couldn't help but think of how jealous Sookie would be of the space. The countertops were granite and there was an island in the middle with a stove top and an oven. On the opposite side was a small seating area – kind of like a breakfast bar. Attached to the kitchen, to the right, was a large walk-in pantry. On the left hand wall of the kitchen was a door leading out to the wraparound porch.

The kitchen, dining room and sitting room were all connected to the main hallway, which wrapped around the staircase. Under the staircase was a small half bathroom.

To the right of the main entry way was the living room, which took up the entire right side of the house. In the back right corner of the room was a fire place and against the far right wall of the room was a built in bar. Over the area of the first floor where the second floor was not directly overhead, the ceilings were lofted.

Directly up the stairs was a smaller living area – more private. The back of the room had two sliding glass doors that opened up to small balcony. Rory paused to look out onto the backyard – spacious, with a nice patio area, and of course, the avocado tree. Rory smiled.

To the left, was a hallway that led to a small room – "A guest bedroom," Logan said, all while thinking to himself, 'For now.' He'd envisioned this eventually, maybe some day, becoming a nursery – which still scared him. Rory had only just returned. He didn't want to spook her.

Across the hall from that was a bathroom, with a tub. Next to it was another smaller room. "I figured this would be a nice office space – there's enough room for us to share it," he explained.

On the other side of the second floor was a set of double doors that opened to a big, beautiful master bedroom. Both of the bedrooms looked out on the front yard, and each had big window seat. The bedroom was attached to a master bathroom, with a big, Jacuzzi style tub – deep enough and large enough for two, easily. There was also a stand-up shower and a vanity with two sinks and mirrors. Also adjoining to the bedroom were two large walk-in closets.

"What do you think?" Logan asked, sitting down on the bed.

"It's beautiful," Rory said.

"Really?" Logan double-checked.

"It's perfect," Rory assure him. "But I have one important question."

"Which is?"

"Where is all your stuff?" she said. "You have a nice, beautiful house … and no furniture."

"Well, I didn't want to ship furniture across the country," he said. "And … I mean, I wasn't planning to move here alone. I thought we'd shop for new furniture together."

"Well, now we can," Rory said, and sat down on the bed next to him. "But why didn't you unpack? You don't even have bedding on your bed. Haven't you been bored? And uncomfortable?"

"The bedding's over there," he pointed to the corner where he'd left it after he'd torn it up. "And I wasn't sure I was staying."

"What?" Rory asked.

"I thought I might not stay," Logan said. "I rented the house when I thought we'd be getting married. It felt very empty being here. It wasn't what I expected. No friends yet. No work yet. I had every reason to just pick up and move back to Hartford and sell my soul back to Mitchum."

"I'm really, really glad you didn't," Rory said.

"But now you're here … and if you're staying, then I'm staying too," he said. "Which means we can go shopping for anything we need."

"We could," Rory responded. She paused before she said anything else, and set her hand on his knee. Logan's eyes fixed on hers. "But there's something else I'd rather do."

Rory leaned in to kiss him, her hands sliding up to his chest. Logan responded eagerly.

"Although, if you'd really rather go shopping, we could," Rory teased.

Logan shook his head briefly and responded with a fierce kiss, wrapping his arms around her and guiding them back on to the bed.