Rory arrived back at their hotel around 3 pm, she'd had lunch with Paris, Rosemary, and Stephanie, before going on a very determined shopping trip with Rosemary. She had wanted nothing more than to tell Paris about their surprise wedding in 3 night's time, but she knew that Paris would tell Doyle, and once Doyle knew, everyone would know.

After their afternoon the day prior, Rosemary had insisted that Rory go on a shopping mission to find the perfect dress for her to marry Logan in. While Rory had found a few options that she felt comfortable in, Rosemary had insisted that she find something amazing, which is exactly what they had done.

Walking into their hotel room, she was surprised to find Logan laying on the bed. She put her handbag down and wandered over to him, surprised to find him asleep. Kicking her shoes off, she curled up next to him, smiling to herself as his arm naturally moved across her middle, his hand resting lightly on her belly.

It was an hour or so later when he stirred, kissing her softly on her forehead, "Hey beautiful, I didn't hear you come back,"

She mumbled something incoherent before blinking her eyes open a few times, "I crept in like a mouse, I wouldn't dare wake a sleeping Huntzberger,"

Logan laughed a little, "Neither would I. How was lunch?"

Rory rolled over so that she was facing him, "It was good, nice to finally see Paris and Steph. I feel like I haven't seen them in forever!"

"Ah yes, how is the formidable Ms Gellar?"

"She's good, working her butt off at med school. Asked more questions than my grandma about Alice though,"

"I wouldn't expect any less. Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we need to leave for dinner in an hour,"

Rory sighed, she'd somehow managed to put tonight's dinner at the back of her mind all day. But all of a sudden, she felt a wave of anxiety crash over her.

"You know, we don't have to go, Ace. If you're not feeling up to it, it's absolutely fine," Logan looked at her with concern, "I mean it, babe. You just say the word and we can get room service and spend the night in bed,"

Rory smiled at him, touched by the level of his concern, "No, it's alright. I am feeling nervous, but I need to at least try to fix things with my mum,"

Logan kissed her softly as she sat up, "I know. But the second you feel overwhelmed you just let me know,"

"I promise. But the same goes for you. If she starts yelling and I freeze, you might need to make that decision. Your babies too, remember,"

"Deal. Now up, shower, get dressed,"

Rory poked her tongue out at him as she got up and walked into the bathroom to get ready for the dinner ahead of them.

—

Logan had organised for Frank to drive them out to Hartford for dinner. He had made a booking for a cosy Italian restaurant that they had frequented often before they moved, while he had originally chosen it because it was one of Rory's favourites, the restaurant also had small, private-ish spaces where they could all talk with minimal interruptions. As they pulled up outside the restaurant, Logan helped Rory out of the car, noting that she had chosen to wear rather high heels and a fitted red dress that hugged her bump perfectly. He tried to recall why he hadn't noticed before they left, but realised that Rory had left her coat in the car. Frank had realised too, as he emerged from the car to pass the coat to Rory.

"Choose this outfit for any particular reason, Ace?" Logan smirked at her.

"This?" she smiled at him, "Just something I threw on,"

"I don't believe you for a second. It bears a very similar resemblance to your lucky outfit,"

"Yes, well, I needed to feel powerful tonight,"

"Ace, you are always powerful," he kissed her neck gently as his hand found the small of her back, guiding her towards the restaurant.

They settled at their table, aware that they had arrived right on time but Chris and Lorelai were yet to make an appearance. Logan ordered a scotch and Rory a sparkling water, and they settled into a very light conversation to pass the time. Every moment that passed made Rory more and more anxious, which Logan was acutely aware of, and so made sure they were constantly touching.

Ten minutes had passed by when Logan spotted Chris out of the corner of his eye. He stood up and shook his hand, his eyes flitting back to the entrance of the restaurant, spotting Lorelai pacing the footpath.

"Everything alright?" he asked Chris, gesturing with his eyes to the entrance.

"Oh yeah, Lorelai is just psyching herself up to come in,"

"You're kidding?"

"No, he's not. This is what she does. Haven't I ever told you about how long we used to stand out the front of my grandparents' place? She'd always have a reason not to ring the doorbell. I think the record was about 10 minutes, then grandma came to the door," Rory caught herself rambling and took a breath, "Sorry," she added, "nerves,"

Chris kissed his daughter on her cheek, before going back to the entrance to bring Lorelai in. Lorelai said hello to both Rory and Logan, but avoided eye contact with both of them.

Subconsciously, Logan wriggled his chair closer to Rory, just in case she needed any support. A waiter came over and took Chris and Lorelai's drink order, after which Logan noticed Lorelai didn't take her eyes off of her daughter.

"How have you been, Lorelai?" he had decided to take the high road and attempt to make the evening as civil as possible.

"Fine, Logan. Busy, but not as busy as you two have been apparently,"

"Mum," Rory began, before she was interrupted.

"No Rory, you turn up here after months of nothing and expect me to just 'chat'? That's not how this works!"

"Lor, calm down. They're here, they're making an effort. Now, how about you do the same?" Chris reasoned with her. "Now Rory, you organised this dinner, how about you start?"

"I've missed you," Rory whispered. "I miss just talking to you. I don't miss feeling controlled or like every decision I made was being judged in some way. But I do miss you,"

Logan squeezed her hand under the table in an effort to express to her how proud he was for taking this step.

Lorelai looked at Rory, her eyes finally meeting her daughter's. "I've missed you too, Rory. But being judged for poor decisions is a fact of life,"

"Not when it's your mother. Mother's are supposed to support their children, and offer guidance. Not yell at them in public and then ignore them for months on end,"

Lorelai looked at Chris, who gave her a small smile. "Look, Rory, I'm sorry. I did judge your decisions, but I couldn't support them,"

"And now?" Rory questioned cautiously.

"Well, while I still don't agree with decisions you've made, I can see that you're happy. Both of you are," she said, her eyes moving to Logan.

"We are," Logan confirmed, "very happy. I know Rory would be happier if you were in our lives though,"

Lorelai sighed. "I'll just get this over and done with then. I'm sorry. I know I've caused you both a lot of stress and anger, and I am truly sorry. I can't take back what's happened over the last 6 months, but I can tell you that I'm truly sorry. I'd like to make things right again,"

Rory looked at Logan, her eyes asking what he thought. He nodded ever so slightly, before Rory looked at her mother, smiling. "Thank you. That means a lot. I've missed you,"

"Me too, kid. Now, I think I need some love over here," Lorelai said as she stood up and walked around to the other side of the table.

Rory stood up, and Lorelai froze. Her eyes travelled down Rory's body, and then back up, pausing on her midsection.

Rory smiled, "Congratulations! You're going to be a grandma!"

Lorelai grinned at her, "Seriously? You kept this from me?"

Rory shrugged, "You weren't talking to me. But moving on," she there her arms around her mother and squeezed her tight.

Their reunion over, Chris moved so that Rory and Lorelai could sit next to one another, giving them the chance to catch up. He leant over to Logan, mumbling something that neither his wife nor daughter could hear. Logan laughed, nodding his head.

Their food arrived, but before they ate Logan cleared his throat, "Lorelai," he began, "there's something else we need to tell you,"

Rory looked at him, her eyes smiling as she knew what was coming, and Logan continued, "We'd like you to meet your granddaughters," he smiled at her, passing a copy of an ultrasound image across the table.

Rory could tell by the look on her mother's face that she hadn't heard the plural that Logan had used. She watched her face as she took in the image, noticing the shock and then love that registered.

"Two Gilmore girls?! Oh my god, Rory, Logan, this is incredible," she squealed, jumping up from her chair and covering Rory's stomach with her hands. She kissed Rory's cheek, and then moved on to Logan, giving him a one-armed hug in congratulations.

—

As they drove back to the hotel, Logan noticed that Rory looked more relaxed than she had in months. He knew that fixing things with Lorelai would have this effect, and he was thrilled that it had finally happened.

Rory smiled at him, noticing how calm Logan looked leaning back in the seat. Her hand crept up his thigh, before continuing up his chest. She gently guided his face towards her, kissing him deeply.

"Here Ace? Really?"

"Well, it'd be a first…" she whispered back.

"Frank," Logan called to his driver, "can you pop the screen up please?"

"Certainly, Mr Huntzberger," Frank replied, chuckling to himself.

Rory smiled, and moved to straddle Logan, her dress riding further up her thighs.

"This dress is incredible. Seriously, Rory, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on,"

Rory smiled, leaning in to kiss him again as she began to unbutton his shirt.