I Knew You

by caro1414

[Rogan]A few weeks after he walked away at graduation, Rory Gilmore discovers she is pregnant. What does their life look like twelve years after the birth of their first child. Title inspired by the song Cardigan by Taylor Swift

3. Chapter Two - Flatten the Curve

AN: Man we are all nostalgic for those early pandemic days. I'm from Ontario, Canada, and we heard "flatten the curve" so much during the early weeks...it makes my head spin. So that is where this chapter title came from. I will warn everyone, our schools have been shut down, we are probably a day away from a stay at home order, and I'm not sure if daycare will remain open for my youngest, so please be patient with me as things are about to get a lot more chaotic (read: hellish) here. This chapter was going to include more, but I decided instead to make it a bit more fun and playful, and Ch3 will be a continuation of this day. Read, review, enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls

Chapter Two Flatten The Curve

March 28, 2020

Rory stood with her arms crossed and stared. She stared in the fridge like something in front of her was going to pop into her mouth all by itself. She didn't know what she wanted. She wasn't hungry, but she felt like she should eat. Maybe it was the three glasses of scotch she had enjoyed the night before while also refusing to talk about her breakup, or maybe it was the fact that even after going to bed well after midnight, she still couldn't manage to sleep past eight. Or maybe it was the fact that Mark might have been a little bit right. He had called her while she drove to Hartford the day before, she had ignored the calls. As a courtesy she had texted him when she arrived, and she hadn't told Logan what had gone down, she needed to process it on her own. She knew Logan would be on her side. She knew that Logan would tell her she was better off. That she didn't need a boyfriend. He would tell her that they were a family in every way that mattered. She knew. She knew because those were the things that she had told Logan when he and Odette had divorced. That was a couple of years ago now. Odette and Logan had met in London just after Logan moved there. They had gotten married when Nathan was five and a half, and officially separated when he was nine, almost ten. Rory remembered the day the divorce was finalized because they had gone out to dinner the three of them. Logan had insisted they order an overpriced bottle of champagne and at the end of the night, Nathan and Logan had gone back to Logan's Manhattan penthouse, and Rory had returned to her Brooklyn condo. Rory closed the fridge, nothing she deemed worth making in sight and instead turned her sights on Logan's overpriced, European, integrated coffee maker. He would correct her if she said that out loud of course. It was not a coffee maker. It was an espresso machine and there was a different. Rory robotically made herself the hot beverage and then went to sit on the back patio. She took a seat and exhaled as the cool air hit her face. It was cold. There was no other way to put it, but she just wanted to be alone. From this vantage point she could see the back half of the property. She could see the pool, the fire pit, the pretentious guest house that was rarely used unless his parents were staying over for some reason. She could see the manicured lawn and the sprawling property. She knew she had made the right choice. She knew that Nathan would enjoy being able to play basketball on the court that was just out of her line of sight. She knew that being able to walk around without risk and to have the space to spread out for his privacy was important, and she also knew that Nathan would be happier knowing that both of his parents were safe. If she stayed in Brooklyn, he would worry about her, he would try to come back…it was just the kind of kid he was. Rory took her phone out of the pocket of her Yale sweatshirt and answered the call as it vibrated. "Hey," she breathed.

"I've been worried about you," Mark was in her ear. He sounded tired and he sounded sad. Rory could certainly relate to that. "I tried to call you last night…"

"I know," Rory told him, her voice was soft yet firm. "I just…wasn't in the mood to talk."

"Rory, I don't want to break up…I shouldn't have pushed you. I shouldn't have asked you to choose. I know that Nathan is the choice," Mark admitted. He was embarrassed by his own actions the night before and he wanted to make it right. At the very least he needed Rory to know that he wasn't the kind of guy who would ask her to choose. "It's just hard…you and Logan…you have this thing…and its been a long time but sometimes…it's hard not to feel like an outsider and you guys just have your own little language."

Rory exhaled. "Logan and I are parents and that is it. We love each other because we have a son together. I am his biggest cheerleader and he is mine, but that is because we're raising a kid."

"You can see how it's easy to feel on the outside."

"Mark," Rory paused. She saw Logan come into view by the patio doors and she smiled. "Let's put a pin in this for now. When things calm down, when Nathan and I can come home…you and I will talk."

"I'm sorry about last night."

"I know you are," Rory nodded her head at Logan, he was holding up a newspaper and a cup of coffee and she couldn't help but smile at him.

"I love you Rory," Mark told her.

"I know you do," Rory closed her eyes and hung up the phone. She waited a moment before she stood up and saw that Logan was still standing and waiting for her. "Morning."

"Morning yourself," Logan handed her the paper, "you beat me to it. I was planning to make breakfast, coffee, newspaper….all of it in bed."

"Did you just say make a newspaper?" Rory rolled her eyes, "not even you can be that full of yourself."

"Sure I can," Logan grinned as Rory grabbed the paper from him, "I don't suggest reading it because you will read that numbers are still out of control, our president is still a god damned moron and people are still hoarding toilet paper. There is also a story about a couple in Vancouver who jacked up the price of Lysol wipes an absurd amount and are selling it on Craigslist or Ebay or something…"

"I've seen your closets," Rory thought back to when she had dropped Nathan off and she had seen all of the product that Honor and stockpiled for her brother. "You may be a contributing cause to the toilet paper shortages. And if we consider Honor and her hoarding, not to mention the bomb shelter I'm sure your parents have loaded with essentials…the Huntzberger family is probably a big part of this problem."

"You," Logan pointed at her as she went to the living room to sit down and he returned to the kitchen, "need to get over the thing with my parents."

"There is no thing with your parents Logan, I'm not a college student anymore, I know better than to be afraid of your dad, after all, I have seen him sing karaoke. But that doesn't mean I cannot remark about how the one percent has no idea what this pandemic is really like."

"Ah yes," Logan rolled his eyes when he returned with a bottle of water alongside his coffee. "Please, tell me how the ninety nine live…enlighten me, Ace?" he knew they were both just picking at each other, but he couldn't help himself when it came to Rory, the granddaughter of Richard and Emily Gilmore suggesting she too wasn't part of the upper crust, and certainly having a child with a Huntzberger had further brought her into that circle. "Do they have high speed internet in Brooklyn?"

"Just barely," Rory laughed.

"You know, I seem to remember your grandfather wanting you to move to the Upper East Side and into a building with a doorman…"

"Well, I think that was probably the least disappointing thing I did in his eyes," Rory sighed. She missed her grandfather. He had died a few years earlier. She would never forget the look in his eyes when she had told him she was pregnant. It wasn't that he didn't love Nathan. He had loved Nathan beyond measure, but he had wished that Rory and Logan having a child had happened under different circumstances. Rory understood that now. She understood that as a parent, you never want your child to endure the kind of struggle that Lorelai had endured having her at sixteen, and although Rory was older, she was still young, and having a child so young was difficult, even if he had a present father.

"You didn't disappoint him," Logan promised her. "I pissed him off," he laughed, "but he loved you and he loved Nate."

Rory nodded her head, "so…what do you guys do all day? Nathan tells me that it's all fun and games here."

"Don't be ridiculous. Today is a Saturday. On Saturday we change the sheets and clean toilets."

"We do?"

"Well, Nate taught me how a couple weeks ago, and now I help too. First week just he did it because apparently he finds it disgusting to sleep on sheets that haven't been changed at least weekly."

"You're looking at me like he got that straight from me. He got it from you. The problem is that you are so used to paying someone to do it that you probably forgot how to do it yourself."

"Well before I had a housekeeper I lived with you and, well…I had a housekeeper through that too, so forgive me if I'm not good at making the bed. I am however good at making enough money to employ someone to help me out with that."

"Please offer to speak at the next career day at the school. Those kids would eat that up," Rory laughed.

"What did he want?" Logan asked. He had seen her on the phone on the patio. He knew her mannerisms, he knew her well enough to know that she had been talking to Mark. She looked conflicted, she looked confused, she looked sad.

"To apologize."

"You gonna tell me what he did?" Logan asked protectively. He had never been particularly welcoming to the men in her life. He told her that it as because he was protective of her, protective of Nate, but after all these years, he knew it was for more than just that reason.

Rory shook her head, "not right now," she told him and he looked at her, she could tell that the next question was going to be why, but his question was answered when Nathan bounced into the room. "Morning sleepyhead," Rory smiled at her son, seeing him in person for the first time since she had dropped him off.

"Mom?" Nathan smiled, "I thought you weren't coming until later today? Dad and I had stuff to do today…"

"Stuff?" Rory looked between Logan and Nathan with a cocked eyebrow, "and I am not…welcome at this…stuff?"

Nathan shook his head and looked at his father. Logan for his part cleared his throat, "you came early Ace, we weren't expecting you. We have some stuff to do in a couple of hours, so…why don't we all hang out. I'll make proper breakfast, and before you say what I know is on the tip of your tongue, yes Rory, I do know how to make that all by myself. After breakfast we can hang out, mom and I will probably read the paper," Logan looked at Rory who nodded, "and then Nate and I can go run our errands."

"Things are shut down," Rory looked at them, "what errands do you possibly have to run?"

"Mom it isn't your business," Nathan told her firmly, "you weren't supposed to come until this afternoon anyway, and dad said we could play basketball."

"Nate," Logan warned, "enough. Mom is here, we're going to figure out a routine. Go get dressed," he nodded to his son in sweatpants, "have a shower, and when you come down, we'll eat and carry on with our day."

Nathan mumbled something and walked away, leaving Rory and Logan simply staring at each other for a moment, "so I think his teenaged years are going to be great," she sighed as she stood up and walked to the kitchen. "I mean, I know my mom and I were weirdly close…but sometimes it feels like he just doesn't want me around."

"It's not like that," Logan assured her vaguely. He watched as Rory started making a coffee and Logan pulled a package of bacon out of the fridge. "Bacon and eggs alright?"

"Just cook the eggs how I like them, ok?"

"You don't like them runny, I know," Logan laughed. He had known her long enough, he had lived with her long enough to know these things about her. He probably knew more about Rory than he knew about his ex-wife, and that might explain why she had ended up being an ex-wife.

"And it is like that," Rory added as she watched the espresso machine spit brown liquid into her cup, she was waiting impatiently to have it pour another in order to satisfy her need for caffeine. "He likes you way more than he likes me."

"Well I'm a pretty easy guy to like, you know that better than anyone" Logan joked, he caught the frown on Rory's face out of the corner of his eye and he put down the frying pan he was holding and walked over to her. "Ace, you threw him for a loop by being here early. He had stuff he wanted to do before you came, and he is a hormonal pre-teen, so he chose the wrong way of saying it. You are his mom, he loves you. He worries about you. He was so relieved when I told him you were coming."

"So relieved he can't wait to spend the day away from me to do stuff with you." Rory emphasized the vague plans Nathan had told her about. "You guys just have this…this shorthand."

"We're guys, we get each other…like you and your mom have a shorthand that your dad never stood a chance against, or Luke, or your grandma…"

"It's not the same," Rory told him defiantly, letting a small smile play on her lips.

"I promise," Logan returned to the frying pan and put the package of bacon into it before turning on a burner, "by dinner tonight, all will be well with him. He is just a kid."

Rory rolled her eyes and sipped her coffee, "you're not supposed to be the sensible one here," she told him as she took a seat at the island and began scrolling her phone for the news. "You're really not going to tell me where you two boys are running off to? He's my son, you can't just take him and not tell me…"

Logan raised an eyebrow as he cooked the bacon. "Yes, we did have a rule when he was a toddler that we told each other where he was going, but since he has been wiping his own butt, i think we kind of let that go." Logan turned the heat down on the burner and the smell of bacon filled the air. He saw that Rory looked a little bit defeated and when he returned from grabbing eggs from the fridge he looked at her seriously. "Rory do you really want me to tell you what Nate and I are doing? I will…you can pull the mom card…"

Rory exhaled, visibly dejected, she remembered hearing her parents have conversations similar to this when she was younger. "No, I don't. I'm sorry. Just this…Mark stuff, and now being here and feeling like I'm the intruder…it's weird."

"It's been a few hours," Logan countered, "give it time. He is glad you are here. I am glad you are here. Take it as free time. Call your mom, unpack your clothes, do some work if you want…"

"That doesn't sound awful," Rory told him, she reached forward and grabbed the carton of eggs and bowl that he had on the counter while he tended to the bacon. "I'll crack them."

"There is one other thing, before he gets back down here," Logan told her as she started breaking the eggs. "Odette's dad died a couple of days ago. I mean…I doubt Nate really remembers him, but he was Pops for a bit, anyway, Odette called to tell me. She's upset, as you can imagine. Her mom is a wreck, her sister is a wreck…"

"That is terrible," Rory felt her brow crease involuntarily. "Where are they now?" she hadn't really kept track of where Odette had ended up after the divorce, but she did know that Logan occasionally heard from her.

"She's in Paris," Logan explained. "He caught Covid and…it really just took him out. It's weird…he reminded me of my dad in so many ways, you know? This big tough guy who seemed indestructible, a real asshole…and to think that he was fine one day and three weeks later, he's dead…"

Rory nodded her head and swallowed, "if you talk to her, tell her I'm sorry. I don't think I have her number anymore…"

"Do you think I should tell Nate?"

"Probably. I mean…it doesn't have to be a thing. All we…I mean you, can do is send a card and have him sign. Maybe call Odette. She was always kind to him."

"She loved him," Logan agreed. "It was hard on her…not having him in her life anymore." Rory bit her lip and nodded, unsure of what to say. She knew that Odette had been good to Nathan, but she also knew that Odette had been jealous. Jealous of Nathan, jealous of Rory, and mostly, Odette had been devastated that she and Logan couldn't have children of their own despite the fact that according to multiple fertility specialists, they had no issues. "Anyway, I just wanted to double check with you before I tell him…"

"Tell me what?" Nathan asked, returning fully dressed although clearly not showered.

"Didn't dad tell you to shower?" Rory bought herself a minute and continued cracking eggs, she may have bought herself time but she certainly wasn't doing herself any favours in the graces of her son.

"I showered last night," Nathan shrugged.

"Sit down Nathan," Rory nodded to the chair beside her and then nodded to Logan to voice her approval at continuing with the subject at hand.

Logan looked at Rory as if to say, we're doing this now? And she nodded her head once more, shrugging. He supposed she was right. There was no good time, and at least both of his parents were there to deliver the delicate news. "Well, you know that I still talk to Odette sometimes, right?" Logan asked, receiving a grumbled but affirmative response from his son. "She called me the other day, she's been living in Paris since we split up, and she told me that her dad had died." Logan paused to gauge his reaction. He watched as Nathan stiffened ever so slightly and reached for Rory's hand. She took it, of course. Giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "He got sick with Covid-19," Logan explained, "and because he was older, he had a hard time, and he didn't recover."

"Is Odette going to die too?" Nathan asked after he sat silently for a moment. He remembered the man he was being told about. Pops. That is what he called him. He had always been kind to Nathan. He had always been welcoming and warm and Nathan certainly had fond memories of the man, but he also didn't feel any particular connection to him anymore.

"No," Logan shook his head. "I mean," he paused and Rory gave him a look, "yes, but no. She will die eventually. We all will, but Odette is healthy and safe."

"So she just…called?"

"Sometimes even when you aren't with a person anymore, you stay in touch. Dad and Odette were very important to each other for a long time, so it's normal that when something happens, she might want to talk to your dad about it," Rory explained, she smiled as Nathan leaned toward her and put his head on her shoulder. She took the opportunity to put an arm around his shoulders which were becoming more and more broad by the month. He was growing out of his lanky kid body and becoming a teenager. She knew it wouldn't be long until these moments were few and far between. "Do you have any questions for dad or I?"

"Can we go do our stuff now?" Nathan looked at his father, his head still on Rory's shoulder as he waited for an answer.

"We're making breakfast," Logan told him, "after we've all eaten we can go. Do you want to talk about this at all…?"

"About what?" Nathan asked, taking his head off of her shoulder and looking at his dad.

"Odette's father," Logan told him, trying to remember that he was talking to a pre-teen, not a colleague.

"I mean…I'm sorry for her. If you talk to her, can you tell her that?" Nathan asked and Logan nodded his head, "I'm going to get my phone. How long until breakfast?"

"Ten minutes," Logan told him as Nathan spun off the chair and out of the kitchen. Logan raised both of his eyebrows to Rory and leaned across the island to grab the bowl she had cracked eggs into. "Not too runny?"

"Not too runny," Rory smiled. "So what are you two up to?"

"Can't tell."

"Logan," Rory rolled her eyes.

"It's good. And when we get back, you'll be happy."

Rory crossed her arms in front of her body and pushed the bowl of eggs towards him. She hated that the way he smiled still made her want to smile. She hated that he was such a good dad. Well, of course she didn't actually hate that. But seeing what a good dad Logan was, what a good man he was, how he had become everything she had ever thought he could, it sometimes made her question her decision to say no. Her need for wide open spaces all those years ago. Rory took a sip of her coffee and watched as Logan maneuvered around the kitchen with relative ease. How he in so many ways still looked like he did when they were in college, only now his face was slimmer, more defined, he hadn't shaved that morning and Rory had grown to like the look of his stubbly chin. His hair was more styled now, less messy and untamed, but his grin was the same, and his eyes still sparkled when he was excited. As he got older and partied less, Logan had taken up running and working out more regularly which had resulted in a lean physique that Rory would've had to be blind not to notice. Looking around the kitchen and the house, watching Logan cook breakfast and hearing Nathan come bustling back down to join them, it could have been hers. She could have said yes, and if she had, this would've been her life. Only they wouldn't have discussed her kind of ex-boyfriend, and his ex-wife that morning. They would've talked about their family, or their plans…maybe they would've had a dog. "I'll get the plates," Rory took another long sip of coffee and got out of her chair, walking to the side of the island he was working from and grabbing the plates from the cupboard she knew they were in, placing three down beside Logan as he put the eggs on the burner. Rory for her part put some paper towel on the counter, she knew that he would put the bacon down to soak up the grease and then distribute it onto plates. "Thank you for letting me stay here," Rory told him as she went back to her chair, feeling like she had done something to help.

"I'm glad you came. I think it's good. We can all be here safely, and Nate doesn't have to worry about you…and I don't have to worry about you."

"You don't have to worry about me," Rory smiled at him. "But I love that you do. I love that…no matter what else goes on, we're still this little family."

"Well it hasn't been perfect. We've had our ups and downs, but…it's been twelve years, if we didn't have it figured out by now…"

Rory laughed as Logan spun the eggs around in the pan and Nathan came back and sat beside her. A moment later, Logan was putting plates in front of them and he sat down on the other side of Rory. They fell into a familiar short hand. Instinctively knowing who would want pepper next and passing napkins at the appropriate time, and not just Rory and Logan, Nathan too. They fell into the habit of being a family unit much easier than Rory had ever seen her own parents do, but she supposed that was also because Rory and Logan had worked harder for it. They had put Nathan at the forefront of their relationship…Chris and Lorelai had put their relationship at the forefront and Rory was typically collateral damage of whatever decisions the adults were making. She had sworn she wouldn't do that to her own child. "Alright," Rory smiled once they were all done eating. "I will do the dishes," she looked to her left and right and made eye contact with Logan and Nathan, "you two go do your man stuff, and I will do my mom stuff here. Can you give me an estimated arrival time when you know so that I can make dinner?"

"Dad can make dinner," Nathan told her.

"I know dad can make dinner, but I would like to make dinner." Rory watched as Logan stood up from the table and gave his son a glance, "just call me later and we can figure it out. You guys have masks?"

"Yes," Logan and Nathan both said in unison.

Rory looked at her son and caught a fleeting moment where he still looked like the little boy who needed her to check in his room for monsters. He smiled at her and hugged her, "I'm glad you're here," Nathan admitted to his mother.

"Thank you," Rory whispered into his neck, feeling relief that maybe Logan was right and Nathan was in fact just a pre-teen as opposed to one of those kids she always heard so much about who simply despised their parent. Nathan stepped away and Rory turned to Logan, she gave him a quick hug, to show her appreciation for everything.

"I'm glad you're here too," Logan whispered in her ear, not letting Nathan know that he had heard what he said.

"Go," Rory told them, "before I get sad."

"If you want to take a bath, go use my tub. I know you like it more than the en-suite in your room."

Rory bit her tongue, she knew it would mortify Nathan if she made the joke that she wanted to make, and while she was certainly a lot more like her mother than she ever would've expected, she tried to leave the sexual innuendo at the door when it came to her son. Rory could see from the kitchen the silhouette of Logan's black Jaguar pulling out of the garage a moment later and she watched as it pulled out of the driveway. She did the dishes quickly and then went to unpacking her bag. She wasn't sure how long the boys would be, so she figured if she got all of the stuff she should do fun, then maybe she could take Logan up on his suggestion of a bath. She knew he had an enviable bathtub, in fact she had made fun of him for it relentlessly since he bought the house. Wondering who exactly that tub was for, had Logan become a bath man in their years apart? A conversation with her mother had left her mildly concerned, not just for her mother, but also for her grandmother who was seemingly becoming more paranoid by the second, and as Lorelai had put it, gave Taylor a run for his money in terms of stockpiling toilet paper, and was also willing to spend hundreds of dollars for a case of Lysol wipes on Ebay. Rory had tried not to laugh. The image of her grandmother hoarding toilet paper in closets, she knew that the fear was real, and she knew how stressful this was for her own mother. She hadn't dared to say it to Lorelai, but she found herself wondering if Lorelai had chosen to close the inn proactively in order to be with Emily, and not the other way around which is how she had tried to spin it. Their conversation had ended when another Amazon order arrived at Lorelai heard her mother berating the driver for not using the sanitizer she had perched at her front door after ringing the doorbell, all of which she had watched from the Ring doorbell she had installed. Two hours later, Rory finally snapped and decided to have a bath. She had received no updates from Logan and Nathan, which was strange considering most places were closed so it wasn't as though they were bustling with opportunities to simply drop into a store, but she also knew, as her son had so lovingly pointed out, she was interrupting their plans, not the other way around. Rory watched as the tub filled and proceeded to set up her towel and robe for easy access. She smiled as she picked up the robe from the hook behind the door. Maybe some things about Logan had changed over the years, there was only one robe now, none dedicated for overnight guests as there once had been. She pulled a few candles from the vanity and smirked, she knew it was Honor's doing that they were left here, after all, Honor had told her that once when they were chatting, how when Odette and Logan split, Logan had needed someone to re-feminize his space so that it could be enjoyed. Candles lit, a coffee perched on the tub surround that looked out the window, and the rose gold Satisfyer ProTwo which had arrived via Amazon a few days earlier. Evidently on some level she had known that she would spend some of this lockdown single because shortly after the arrival of her newest toy, she and Mark had broken up. Rory sunk into the tub and after the water had started to cool down, Rory let the small device do the work for her. Her head leaning back with a content smile over her face. Self pleasure had never really been Rory's thing. She had always felt weird about it, which is why as someone in her late thirties, she had only recently embraced it and even now, wasn't completely comfortable with it. But with promising reviews that assured her this was better than sex, she figured it was worth a try. Head back, eyes closed, Rory felt her body tensing as she applied pressure, squeezing her muscles to maintain it just where she wanted to feel the overwhelming sensation. She didn't even realize she had started to moan as her right hand maintained pressure and her left gently tweaked her nipple and her climax came over her. She didn't open her eyes or move her head, just dropped the rose gold wand to fall into the tub, thankful that it was waterproof.

"Well," his voice came to her ears in a playful tone and Rory's head shot up, her cheeks flushing red, "guess we should both be thankful I told Nate that I would come find you rather than traumatizing him."

Suddenly feeling self conscious and very exposed, Rory crossed her legs and arms over her body, "You…you're home," Rory panicked, water was sloshing around, "I uh…was just…."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Ace," Logan winked, "maybe close the door next time."

"Go," Rory demanded, she could see that he was biting his lip to keep from laughing.

"Oh come on, don't be upset. It's totally natural, and I for one am glad that you are finally embracing it. Live a little, loosen up…orgasms are natural."

"Oh my god," Rory exclaimed, her embarrassment switching to fury at his incredulous behaviour. As though she needed his permission to masturbate. "Turn around so I can get out, or better yet, go back downstairs."

"But if I go downstairs, I can't enjoy this moment," Logan chuckled, he humoured her and turned around, "you know i've seen it before."

"You haven't seen it in a long time, and you certainly don't need to see it right now," Rory told him as the water sloshed back and forth as she stood and wrapped his bathrobe around her. "We are not going to talk about this."

"You decent?" Logan asked.

"Yes," she told him as she secured a towel around her hair which was damp. "Did you guys do what we needed to do?"

"The better question is did you do what you needed to do?" Logan put emphasis on the words as he looked her over, she was teetering between annoyance and laughter. "Don't put the robe in the wash," he joked, "I might need to enjoy this later."

"You are gross!"

"Go get dressed. Nate is outside playing basketball, don't go in the kitchen, just meet us outside?"

"I'm not playing basketball," Rory shouted as Logan walked away.

"I have a feeling you'll do almost anything to avoid me bringing this up again…"

"Logan Elias Huntzberger!" Rory shouted after him and he stopped dead in his tracks, turning to look at her with a stupid, childish grin that made her to weak in the knees. "You will not bring this up again."

"Ok."

"Promise me."

"Yes, dear," he joked.

"I hate you."

"You love me."