That night, after their friends had all crashed out in the guest rooms, Logan lay in bed next to Rory thinking about the question that Steph had thrown at them downstairs. At the time, he hadn't really been sure of a way to answer the question without perhaps freaking Rory out in some way and he couldn't help but notice the way that Rory had blushed and fidgeted awkwardly. He'd felt a little bad for her and hoped that she didn't think the reason that he hadn't answered Steph was that he didn't want to marry her because that really couldn't be further from the truth.

He thought back to when he had originally approached the subject with her at the restaurant. She had seemed surprised that he had brought it up and though she had openly admitted that it was not really something she had ever seen in her future, she had never actually said that she didn't want to get married one day. That had given him some quiet hope. And now they were getting settled in their new house – their new home together. Logan was pretty sure that the time was now right to pop the question. He wanted Rory to know that this – what they were doing - was for keeps and more than anything else, he just wanted to be able to call her his wife.

Logan looked across at Rory sleeping peacefully next to him; her soft brown curls fanned out on the pillow and smiled. They were so completely perfect for each other in every way possible, they just…fit. He knew that even if he searched for a million years he'd never find another woman like her. Asking her to marry him was the next natural step and he resolved to do it as soon as possible.


The next day they sat around eating breakfast with their friends, nursing various stages of a hangover. Rory looked over at Logan who was stood on the other side of the kitchen. She could tell that there was something on his mind; he'd been a bit off since they'd woke up in bed that morning. Half of her wondered whether it was just the after effects of too much scotch last night but she couldn't help but feel it was something more. She walked over to where he was stood at the kitchen counter preparing a fresh batch of coffee and she slid her arms around his waist.

"Hey, is everything okay?" she asked as she squeezed into him.

Logan twisted around to look at her "Everything's fine" he said, "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, you're just a little quiet this morning, that's all. Something on your mind?" she questioned carefully.

"Nothing for you to worry about," he said with a smile as he kissed her on the top of the head. "Have we got more coffee?"

"In the pantry" she gestured.

Logan walked over and pulled down the door handle before Finn shouted at him from across the room.

"Hey Logan, be careful, last time I opened that door I got more than I bargained for mate" he laughed.

Rory leaned over the kitchen island and whipped Finn with the tea towel.

"Oww, blimey mate, she's kinky your girlfriend" Finn laughed "I didn't know you were into all that BDSM stuff. Do it again Rory" he said as he bent over.

Logan laughed and shook his head as he went into the pantry to fetch the coffee beans. Rory was laughing with her friends but kept her eye trained on him as she watched him carefully. It didn't matter what he said to her, she knew that there was something going on with him. He'd barely said a word to anyone since they had got out of bed.

Eventually, their friends all started to head home and soon it was just Rory and Logan left in the house. They were busy tidying up the kitchen after last night's party and the breakfast they'd hosted this morning. Rory loved having a big house and a big kitchen but only a week in, it was proving to be a lot of upkeep. She was already thinking of taking up Emily's idea of getting a housekeeper.

"It feels so big now everyone has gone doesn't it?" Logan said as he cleared away the breakfast plates.

"That's because it is big" Rory laughed.

"So, what are you doing today?" Logan asked her casually. He was hoping that she was going to be busy today which would leave him to get on with a few things without too many questions.

"Oh, not a lot, I'm going over to Honor's to pick up our darling daughter and see what hell she has raised over there. Are you coming with me?" she asked hopefully.

"No, I don't think so." Logan shook his head "I've got a few other things I need to get done today" he said.

"Oh?" Rory said, interested in what he might be doing as he was being unusually vague.

"Just a few errands" he shrugged.

Rory sighed. Clearly, he wasn't going to starting opening up and telling her what was going on and he didn't really seem to want to be pushed on it so she decided to leave well alone. "Right…well, I think I'll get going then. We'll get some takeout later?"

"Sure sounds great" Logan smiled.


Logan waited until Rory had driven away from the house before he picked up the keys to his Porsche and headed straight out to his parent's house for what he knew was not going to be an easy conversation.

He had always known that when the time came for him to propose – to anyone – that there was an heirloom engagement ring waiting in the safe at the Huntzberger mansion for him, and the day had finally come. He wanted to make good use of it - he just had to convince his parents to hand it over to him. Logan knew that this might have been somewhat easier to do had it been some approved society girl that was going to be on the receiving end of the proposal, but the fact that it was Rory meant that this was going to be interesting, to say the least.

Logan pulled up outside his parent's house and cut the engine on his Porsche. He sat for a moment behind the steering wheel to gather his thoughts before he got out, took a deep breath and entered the house. Once inside, he headed straight to his father's office. It being a Sunday morning, he knew that's exactly where he would be. He knocked on the door once before entering the room.

"Yes" boomed his father's voice from within. "Oh, Logan, it's you," he said with some surprise. "Was I expecting you?"

"No" Logan sighed "Do you need to be? Can I not just drop by and see my father or do I need an appointment?" he said sarcastically.

"Now Logan, don't be like that…I was simply saying that I am surprised to see you" Mitchum said. "Anyway, I presume it's not a social visit. What can I do for you Logan?"

"I have come to ask for grandma's engagement ring…to give to Rory" Logan said decidedly.

Mitchum stopped what he was doing and leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head. He looked at his son carefully.

"I see…"

"Now I know you are going to have some argument about why I can't marry Rory or why she's not suitable to be a Huntzberger but…" Logan started to ramble before his father interrupted.

"Logan…stop right there. I never once said that Rory Gilmore was not suitable to be a Huntzberger, that was your mother and grandfather. I may have had some reservations but Rory brings out the best in you, any fool can see that and she's given me an extremely beautiful and smart granddaughter. Your grandfather certainly mellowed towards Rory."

"But mom hasn't," Logan said.

"Well, no" Mitchum shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "She hasn't, but fortunately for you, she's not the keeper of the ring is she?"

"You mean, you'll give it me?" Logan asked amazed. He was expecting to have to put up a lot more of a fight, given both, it's sentimental and financial value.

"Your grandmother would have wanted you to have it, Logan. She thought the sun shone out of your backside for some reason and she most definitely would have liked Rory. They're very similar in many ways…" he said, almost wistfully.

Mitchum got up from his desk and walked over to the safe. He twisted the dial and opened the heavy door before pulling out the dark blue velvet ring box. He walked back over to where Logan was standing and hesitated briefly before holding the box out to him. "My mother was a very special woman Logan and I wouldn't give you this if I didn't think you were doing the right thing."

Logan took the box from his father and opened it up carefully. The engagement ring that Elias had given to Logan's grandmother all those years ago was a beautiful Burmese sapphire and diamond coronet cluster platinum ring made in the early 20th century. The 4-carat sapphire was bordered by a single row of ten diamonds with a combined weight of 2 carats. It was nothing short of stunning. Logan smiled at the ring, it was as beautiful as he remembered and the gorgeous sapphire at the center couldn't have been more perfect for Rory.

"Thanks, dad" he looked up at him and smiled.

His father nodded an acknowledgement just as Shira walked into the room.

"What is going on in here?" she asked as she looked from Logan to Mitchum to the box that Logan was holding in his hands.

"Oh no, no way!" she said as she held her hands up in the air. "That is NOT happening."

"Shira…" Mitchum warned.

"No Mitchum! He is not going to give your mother's ring to that girl!" she exclaimed. "How many times have we been over this, she is not right for this family!"

Logan knew his mother had always been a bit sore about the fact that the ring had never come into her ownership so that coupled with her general disdain for Rory was never going to go down well.

"That 'girl' as you so patronizingly put it is the mother of your grandchild" Logan shook his head. "Who I assume you will want to retain some contact with especially as she is set to inherit HPG one day…"

One of the things that Logan had been passionate about was making sure that his daughter wasn't looked over purely for the fact she was a girl. His sister Honor was older than him but the responsibility and ownership relating to HPG had completely skipped her and gone to him. It was one thing as heir to the family businesses that he wanted to change for the future and he'd managed to get his father to agree to it.

"You wouldn't stop us seeing our granddaughter" Shira scoffed.

"Do you want to try me?" Logan warned. He was in no mood to bend to his mother.

"Logan…" Mitchum said.

"No, dad. I'm not taking this anymore. We're a package deal – me and Rory. You don't get one without the other. And if you don't get me, you don't get Ava because I can tell you right now, Rory would do absolutely anything to avoid being in the same room as you both. You have treated her abominably over the years and you don't even see it" he said exasperatedly.

Shira looked down at the floor feeling suitably chastised by her son.

"Logan…I'm sorry…" she started to say without looking up at him.

"Are you? Because I don't think you really are. And actually, it's not me that you need to apologize to is it?" he spat. "Thanks for the ring dad. I'll let you know how it goes" Logan said to his father as he walked out of the office.

"Good luck" Mitchum called after him.


A/N: Another bonus chapter day! You can heap the praise on me...right before I tell you that this is all you are getting until Tuesday as I am going away camping ️ Sorry! 😐

PS Whoever asked the other day about the female equivalent of a cock block...CLAM JAM! Sorry you did asked, yuck! Haha!