Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, settings, music, or movies mentioned. AN: Here it is! (We're not going to talk me posting this an entire year late but…) The epilogue and last chapter of the story! I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, let me know what you thought and check out my other stories!

Rory's eyes fluttered open and were met with the dark room as had been happening often. She had no one to blame but herself, well maybe Lucas, but she always woke up even before he did. Her internal clock knew when her baby boy was going to need his mother and would wake her up just in time to hear him crying for her.

But tonight it was silent, no noise, nothing. She waited a little while longer before deciding it wasn't irrational to wake her husband up for this. Well maybe it was but her post partem mommy brain decided it wasn't. Rolling over to face him she discovered him too to be missing.

One missing husband plus no crying baby only meant one thing. Her internal clock wasn't all she had cracked it up to be. She should have noticed his absence sooner considering she had been wrapped around her pillow like a vine rather than around Logan.

She was about to get up and venture out of their bedroom for her boys when the door creaked open to reveal one very exhausted man with his arms full.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, did we wake you?" he whispers when he walks in and sees her.

"No, you didn't, you actually bought me a few more minutes of sleep."

"Glad to hear it," he yawns.

"Here, hand one over," she tells him, holding her arms out.

"Take the little one, I think he's hungry. I was just going to bring her in here before I warmed up his bottle." Logan sits down on the bed before gently placing their newborn into his wife's arms. He then lays back on the bed and situates Claire on his chest.

"Why is she up?" Rory asks him as she gets Lucas to latch.

"I think she's just excited, she hasn't seen her grandpa in a while."

"I know, she won't stop talking about Luke coming to visit, you'd think she didn't have other grandparents she saw all the time."

"That's different and we know it. My parents are not Grandpa Luke, they're not nearly as fun. Unless you count golfing and DAR events fun."

"Which you know very well I do not, especially for a 2-year-old," she says. She's quiet for a few moments, the sound of their children's heavy breathing the only sound in the room. "Do you ever think it would have been better for them to have a relationship with my mom?" He knows she second guesses their decision often and they've talked about it on more than one occasion, but no he doesn't think it would have been better.

"You know I don't," he sighs. "And neither do you."

"I really thought that would make her come around, you know? Keeping her grandchildren from her, that's huge."

"But it didn't. And if her reaction to that is any indication of her attitude towards them, she shouldn't get to know them. They have so many people in their lives who love and support them. And just as important, love and support us," he reminds her of all this as he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You're right," she says. "Plus, Luke loves them enough for 10 Grandparents."

"Well you are right about that," he chuckles. His chest shaking must have disturbed Claire because she was lifting her little head and rubbing her eyes before Rory could respond.

"Mornin," she whispers.

"No, no morning sweetie. It's still nighttime," Rory tells her. "Why are you out of your big girl bed?"

"I wanted daddy," she says, rubbing her tired eyes and curling back into her father's chest.

"Yeah, I don't blame you kiddo," Rory tells her. "But you need to be sleeping in your own bed."

"I'm sorry mama."

"Don't be sorry sweetie, its ok. We just need to get you comfy in there."

"What about Lukie? Does he like his bed? He cries a lot," Claire asks, her eyes opening to look at her mom.

"Lucas loves his bed, he just gets hungry a lot, so mama and I have to feed him," Logan says. "You used to do that ya know."

"No way daddy," she says, yawning.

"Yes way pumpkin," he says rubbing her back to try to get her back to sleep.

She doesn't answer, just yawns again. Rory was right there with her as she began teetering in and out of consciousness, even with Lucas still attached to her. She woke completely only when she felt something moving from next to her. Her eyes fluttered open when she saw the man she loved carrying a sleeping Claire out of their room. She wondered if he thought she was uncomfortable with the kids on top of them. She needed to tell him that she didn't mind them sleeping there. Although, it was hard for Logan to hold her at night. It had gotten to the point, where he would get out of bed after she had fallen asleep, then go over to her side and slip in behind her to snuggle with her.

She was broken from her thoughts when she felt a warm arm move gently across her and lips graze her bare shoulder. Keeping up with Luke's sleeping schedule has made her a little tired but she was immediately awake when she felt his proximity. She turned her head to the side and see the sleepy smile he was giving her and leans in to kiss his perfect lips.

"Why did you move the kids? You know when Claire up she's going to have a fit," she says recalling all of her tantrums she's thrown for not being in the big bed when she wakes up.

"She needs to be reminded that this is mommy and daddy's bed, and that Miss Claire has a bed in her own room."

"Baby she's two."

"She needs to learn now before she's six and still sleeping in here preventing me from having any alone time with you," he says, and she can't stop her body's hum of approval in response to the words alone time.

"Are you trying to have some alone time now?" she smiles knowing that she's tried to seduce him several times since the doctor gave them the all clear after Lucas was born, but he kept shutting her down thinking she hadn't healed enough.

He propped his head up on his fist and looked her over. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I want you inside of me," she says, excited that this conversation may be going in a direction that ends with her goal.

"Rory," he says giving her a warning glance. "I'm not going to touch you if you're not honest about the pain."

"I'm fine, and I know what would take me from fine to great," she says as she pulls away from him and slowly tries to move on top of him. She does wince slightly, feeling a mild pain and Logan's hands find her face immediately.

"Stop," he pushes her back into her original position of lying flat on her back. "We are going to take things slow, and you are not going to be on top."

She bites her bottom lip knowing that it might be the only thing to keep him from backing out. "Okay," is all she whispers, trying to keep her voice low and seductive.

He chuckles, knowing her intentions with her lip biting as his hands find her shirt and he gently lifts it over her head, leaving her completely naked underneath. I couldn't tell you the last time I wore a bra. Breast feeding certainly is a freeing experience. He stares at her chest as if he hasn't seen them almost every day since Lucas was born.

"Your breasts are still so perfect," he says as his lips leave gentle kisses all over them. "It's been so hard not to touch them. Not to lick them… kiss them, suck them. Fuck." He growls as his lips close around her right one. She can't help but whimper in response to the first pleasure she's had in over seven weeks. She's not even sure how long he's been sucking her nipples, but when he finally comes up for air, she looks down to see them red with hickeys all over both of them from his lips and tongue and teeth. "Oops," he says giving her a sheepish look and she smiles giving him a kiss on his nose.

"Who cares? You're the only one that sees them anyway. They're yours to do with what you want." I'm so overcome with lust and the need to come in this moment, I think I'd be okay with him doing just about anything to mark me.

"Mine and Lucas'," he says with an eye roll.

"Oh, is that was this is about?" she asks, gesturing to her bruised chest. "Someone else has the toy you want and now you want it back."

"Yes," he says before he takes her left nipple back in his mouth.

"Do you think you can do the same thing somewhere else?" she asks, and his eyes widen knowing exactly where she means.

His hand cups one cheek and he plants kisses down her other cheek. "I haven't tasted you in weeks. I'm going to eat you like a starving man at a buffet. Are you ready for that?" she nods vigorously, as her chest moves up and down quickly, trying to catch her breath. He yanks the blankets off her and slides her sweatpants and underwear down her legs slowly. She expects him to tease her, seduce her, take his time leaving slow and tantalizing kisses up her legs and on her thighs, but before her pants even hit the floor across the room, he's spread her open and his lips are wrapped around her clitoris.

"Oh God!" she calls out as she puts a hand over her mouth remembering the sleeping babies a few rooms over. She shakes her head, trying to forget her favorite little people and focuses instead on her favorite big person whose hands have now found their way under her ass. When she looks down all of the air leaves her lungs as his eyes find hers. The look he's giving her fuels the fire in her already heated body as his movements slow down. She watches as he slowly moves his tongue through her folds, from bottom to top over and over. Her body begins to build in response and her hands find his hair. I don't think I'll ever tire of this man's mouth on me anywhere. Her release is so close she can almost taste it and her toes curl as her orgasm moves through her. "Logan," she groans, goosebumps popping up everywhere on her body as she feels him continue to suck on her clit. She's breathing hard, her orgasm leaving her winded.

"You okay?" He asks, as he looks up at her from between her thighs.

She nods to him. "Yes," she says her voice hoarse. "Fantastic."

He smiles back and places a kiss on her stomach. "Good" he smirks before his mouth finds her core again.

She's not even sure how long he's been down there but by the time he does come up for air and his lips find her neck, she's had a number of orgasms. "I love you," she murmurs seconds before his lips find hers. "I love you so much."

"Because I give you mind-numbing orgasms?" He chuckles as he lets her lips go and gives her a cheeky smile.

"No… well yes but it's so much more than that," she tells him. Her hormones are just as crazy after pregnancy as they were during and in this moment she can't stop the tears from welling in her eyes. "You're so good to me and to our babies… you take such good care of us. What would we do without you?"

His smile fades as he realizes this isn't going to be a light-hearted conversation. "You don't ever have to worry about that, baby. I'm here. I'm never going anywhere," he tells her, as he wraps his arms around her. He buries his face in her neck, leaving lazy kisses and gentle nibbles as his hand draws circles all over my body.

"Take them off," she whimpers, her hands grabbing the waistband of his sweatpants. "I need you."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You could never hurt me," she tells him as she pulls his head out of her neck to look him square in the eyes.

He nods once though she knows he isn't totally convinced. "You'll tell me if it starts to hurt."

"Yes." No. She immediately thinks to herself. I'm fairly certain no pain in the world would stop me from letting this man make love to me. Her eyes follow him around the room as he closes the door and makes sure that the baby monitor is working again. He pulls off his shirt and his sweatpants and she's met with the vision of the man she loves completely nude. He's fucking perfect. Jesus Christ. "Come here," she tells him, as she holds her hands out for him. It doesn't take him long before he's lying between her legs.

He slides inside of her and to both of them it's as if they are coming home after being apart for so long. Her eyes squeeze shut; the pleasure coupled with the emotions she's feeling welling inside of her are overwhelming. "Logan," she moans as he begins to thrust slowly in and out of her.

"Look at me, baby," he says and her eyes flutter open in response. "Tell me you love me again."

"I love you," she cries out as he thrusts slightly harder and she's glad that he knows that it's out of pleasure and not pain when she sees the look he's giving her.

"God, again," he grits out.

"I love you," she says, her hands finding his face and pulling his lips to her, knowing she can show him how much she loves him better than she can tell him right now. They kiss through the remainder of their lovemaking, their lips barely leaving each other's as he brings them to their orgasms, his one beat after hers. Several minutes later, they're lying together in the afterglow when she looks up at him. "Tell me you love me."

He looks down at her and pushes the hair from her face. "I love you more than anything in the world, Mrs. Huntzberger." His words make her heart swell, and she moves as close to him as she can. To this day she's never been more comfortable or safe than she is when lying on her husband.

"I love you too, more than anything," she tells him softly.