Chapter 14: I've been Gilmored

"People can live for one hundred years without really living for a minute, but we're living!" Logan echoed into the night sky. He looked at Rory, "Do you remember that?"

Rory looked at him, hugging him closer now that they were almost chest deep in the water. "Yeah, I remember that." She let go then to swim around. Looking up at the stars, she trained her gaze on Logan. "This is nice."

"It is," Logan concurred. He followed her around as she swam, just enjoying the moment. They both seemed to be at peace now that they had caught up on their pasts and all. He wanted to take things slow with her and decided not to rush things anymore. No more kissing, until they were officially together. He needed to get his thoughts straight, but it was nice hanging out and getting to know the new her.

"I like hanging out and getting to know the new you," Rory said as she swam up next to him. They sat treading water, side by side. "It's been nice tonight." Logan looked at her shocked; she had just voiced exactly what he had been thinking. She watched him and saw his expression go from happy to shock. "What did I say?"

"Uh, nothing. I was just thinking the same exact thing." Logan answered softly.

They were both starting to shiver and each of them noticed the other had blue lips. "Time to go back in," Rory laughed. "Before we really do recreate the scene from Titanic." She began heading toward shore, but her dress was wrapping around her legs, causing some difficulty. All of a sudden she felt herself floating up and realized Logan had picked her up again.

Logan carried Rory out of the ocean and onto the beach. He grabbed both their shoes and headed for the hotel. He carried her as if she had weighed nothing. Glancing at her shivering face as he headed up the beach, he smiled. "Cold?"

"No, really waaarm… Turn the air on, will ya," she sputtered out.

"Let's go get dried up and warmed up," he chuckled. Almost to the boardwalk, he lifted her higher so he could climb the stairs. They were nose to nose now. He climbed the stairs near the Neptune statue and stopped to look at her. Her big doe eyes, just beckoning him, "Rory…."

Logan cupped the back of her head and kissed her gently. She kissed him back. He pulled her tighter to him and started walking to the hotel… To the elevator… To her room… He looked at her for a moment and let her down. "We're back," she said breaking the silence.

"I shouldn't be kissing you when you want to think things through," Logan confessed. He handed her the ballet flats and was about to walk away, back to his room.

"Wait," Rory demanded. "I didn't say you could leave."

Logan turned around and looked at her. "I think it's a good idea if I just go to my room and leave you to think about things."

"I know what is best for me Huntzberger and right now I don't want you to leave," Rory confessed. She leaned into him and kissed him again. He ran his fingers through her wet hair and laughed. "What is so funny?"

"You have no clue what you want Gilmore."

"I know one thing that I want from you," Rory said backing away. She grabbed her hotel key and swiped it on the door and opened it. She disappeared into the room, leaving the door open. "Are you coming in or not?"

Logan stood still for a minute and then followed her in, closing the door behind him. Please don't let this break us, he thought.

Luke's alarm sounded the next morning and he rolled over to shut it off before it woke Lorelai. He successfully shut it off and went to reach for his sleeping wife, only to find a wife that was scowling at him. Oh no, here it comes. "Morning honey," he said carefully.

"Don't morning me, Napoleon!" she whispered harshly as to not wake her sleeping mother downstairs. "What the heck happened?"

He shrugged, "I've been Gilmored."

"You're making my family name a verb now?" she hissed.

"Look, Emily called and we started talking, by the end of it she was coming over for the afternoon," Luke explained. He stressed afternoon and relayed to his wife that luggage was not originally involved in the conversation the day before. "It's not so bad, she just wants to stay the weekend."

"Not so bad?" Lorelai all but screamed.

"Lorelai, she's your mother. Things have been going good and she's probably lonely." Luke said pointedly. "It's only for another few days."

"Few? It's Tuesday!" Lorelai all but screamed.

"Ok, so more like a week, but it'll be fine." He moved over and hugged her tightly; planting an I'm sorry kiss to her forehead. He pulled away and she was just looking at him or burning holes into him with her eyes.

"Fine," she said and climbed out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom.

Logan awoke to find Rory sleeping soundly beside him and on his arm. No wonder he couldn't feel anything, he thought to himself as he smiled. It had been a wonderful night. He had not had that connection with anyone but her and he wasn't about to let it go for any reason. I'm going to make this work somehow. He laid his head back on the pillow and watched her sleep.

"Just one more minute," Rory mumbled in her sleep. She rolled over and was now facing Logan and on his chest. Logan just smiled. "I don't want to go to work today," she continued.

"You don't have to Ace," Logan whispered in response. He moved a lock of hair that was lying over her face. She slowly opened her eyes and looked directly at him. "Good morning," he greeted cheerily.

"Good morning," she responded sheepishly. "How did you sleep?"

"Good and you?"

"Really well, I haven't slept that good in a while." Rory snuggled closer to him and closed her eyes again. "Let's stay in bed all day."

"I'd love too," Logan said wrapping his 'dead' arm around her shoulders. "Did you have a good time last night?"

Rory thought about it for a minute and then confessed, "I did, but was it a good idea? You didn't have to come in." She wasn't sure how to breach this topic for waited for him to answer.

"I was Gilmored," Logan chuckled.

"Logan?" Rory whined. "You're making my name a verb now?"

"No, I don't think it was a mistake, I think it was fate." Logan said seriously. "I had a wonderful time last night Ace."

They both lay in one another's arms for the rest of the morning just dreaming and thinking about things. Rory's thoughts were becoming more positive about her life after these turn of events. I may not know what I want to do with my career, but I'm happy right now. Logan has done that for me. I don't have any doubts that at least this time it will not end badly between us this time. I can figure everything else out later, but right now I'm enjoying this. It's the first time I've been able to relax and be myself in a very long time. She dozed off again.

Logan watched her fall asleep and got trapped in his own thoughts afterwards. A lot has happened between us and I am not going to ruin this again. She makes me a better person and to want to be a better person. I just hope things turn out, I'm happy now. I will help her figure her life out one day at a time if she'll allow me to. Logan smiled and finally dozed off with her.

"Lorelai?" Emily called from the kitchen. She had gotten up early and made coffee, Luke had shown her how to do it the night before. "Are you up?"

Lorelai could hear her mother downstairs in the kitchen. Luke had already left for work that morning and she had taken the rest of the week off to entertain her mother, but she hesitated to go downstairs to do just that. She had to face her some time and started down the stairs. "Good morning mom," she greeted.

"There you are. You must've been tired, good morning to you too!" Emily responded happily. She noticed the strange look her daughter was giving her and brushed it off. This relationship was going to take time. "Sit down I made coffee."

"Coffee? You made coffee this morning?" Lorelai asked as she was pushed into a chair by her mother.

"Yes, don't look so shocked. I can learn how to do things," her mother retorted. "Here try a cup." She poured it into the Dirty Dancing mug and handed set it on the table in front of Lorelai.

Lorelai picked up the mug and sniffed it. "It looks like coffee, smells like coffee..."

"Oh for God sake, just take a sip!" Emily interrupted her daughter's sarcasm. She watched as her daughter took a sip and then set the mug down. Then she took another sip. "Well?"

I can't believe I'm going to say this, Lorelai thought, "It's good."

"Wonderful. Now, what should we do about breakfast?" Emily beamed happily.

"I've got eggs in the fridge, we can whip something up pretty quickly," Lorelai suggested. She went to get up and start, but her mother demanded that she sit down.

"I'll do it. Just walk me through it."

"No problem mom." Lorelai sat and watched her mother move around the kitchen listening to all the instructions she given to her. Mother and daughter were having a decent morning.

Logan awoke with a start, he looked at the clock as it flashed noon. Wow, it's late. He leaned over Rory and shut it off. She must've set the alarm before the fell back asleep. When he moved, she was jostled awake. "Good afternoon," Logan whispered and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Huntzberger," she yawned in reply as she rubbed her eyes.

"I think we should do something together today," Logan announced as he sat up in bed.

"And what did you have in mind sir?" Rory asked as she sat up as well.

"Let me run back to my room and get ready and I'll meet you down in the lobby in thirty minutes," he said as he climbed out of bed and grabbed his clothes.

"I can do that," Rory said as she watched him get dressed.

"See you in a bit Ace," he sounded as he left the room.