"What's this?" he heard Rory's mumbled voice call from inside the large walk-in closet of which the master bedroom had two. He'd been using the spare for storage. Logan made his way out of the master bath where he was currently consolidating his things to make room for Rory's. He peeked his head into the closet to see what she was talking about.

"That would be a guitar." He'd have thought that was obvious.

"It's pink. And sparkly. And tiny," she pointed out from her seat on the floor where she was moving things around to make room for her shoes.

"Yes, well, I guess technically it's a ukulele. Or is it a miniature guitar? Is a ukulele just a miniature guitar," he pondered, "or is there something else that differentiates the two?"

"Logan," Rory said sternly, breaking him from his musings. "Why do you have this?"

He shrugged. "It's for Lila."

"Lila is six months old. She won't even be able to hold a guitar—even a miniature one—for at least a year or two, not to mention the fine motor skills needed to actually play it."

"Okay, but one day she'll have the hand size and finger motility and when that day comes, she might want to learn to play the guitar."

"Yes, exactly! She might! Which also means she might have absolutely no interest in the guitar whatsoever."

"Okay, well, if she's not interested, she's not interested." He didn't get what the big deal was. If Lila didn't want it, she didn't have to use it. No harm, no foul.

Rory sighed dramatically, burying her head in her hands for a moment. Once she'd exposed her face again, she grabbed something else next to her. "And this?" she asked, holding the item up.

"It's a riding helmet. Lila gets really excited whenever she sees a horse on TV. I thought she might want to ride when she gets a little older."

"A riding helmet?" Rory repeated. Logan nodded, still not understanding what the big deal was. "And a ski helmet?" Rory added holding up another tiny, purple hardhat.

"Well, I'd definitely like to take her skiing someday."

Rory huffed, pushing herself up off the floor and walking cross the spacious closet to where he stood by the door. "Logan," she said, reaching up to cradle his face. "I love that you see things and think of our daughter," she told him.

"Of course I do."

"Right," she acknowledged. "But you can't just buy every single thing you see and then stuff it in a closet for years on the off chance that someday she might want it."

Logan shrugged. "Why not?" He had the money, he had the space, he wanted to buy stuff for his daughter. He didn't see what the problem was.

Rory shook her head, a smile that was half amused, half exasperated, on her face. "Umm, well, for starters it's wasteful. And materialistic. And most importantly," she turned in a circle, gesturing to the myriad of random stuff in the closet, "It's more work for me when we get a house and we have to pack all this crap up and move it."

"Don't worry about that," he shook his head dismissively.

"Oh really?" Rory raised her eyebrows skeptically.

"Of course," he assured her. "We'll have movers to do that."

"Oh really?" Rory rolled her sparkling blue eyes. He'd wanted to get her movers to help her with this move, but Rory had adamantly declined. She insisted she wasn't bringing that much stuff, and besides, the movers wouldn't know what was staying and what was going. But she was insane if she thought they were going to supplant and entire household without help.

"Don't be ridiculous, Ace. It's not just going to be clothes and toiletries this time. We've got the entire kitchen to pack up, and all the electronics, and furniture. Are you carrying that sofa down three flights of stairs and into a UHaul?"

"Well, no," Rory huffed, her shoulders sagging in defeat.

"Right, so we're agreed," Logan replied with a smirk, pushing his way further into the closet.

"Well, yeah, I mean, I guess…"

"Great, so there's no problem…" He had her cornered up against a wall that was relatively free of clutter. He could feel her breath quickening; her pupils were dilated.

"Well, no, that's…not…exactly…" her protestations were breathy and lacking in conviction as he laid a hand on her upper arm, pulling her body to meet his as he lowered his head. His lips met hers, pressing eagerly, his tongue massaging gently against her lips to request entry which she easily granted.

As their tongues collided and their hands started roaming, Logan was exceedingly grateful that Lorelai had agreed to watch Lila for the day while Rory got settled in. She still wasn't happy about the move, he could tell, but she was trying to pretend she was by being overly helpful. Plus, he suspected she was looking to get to spend as much time with her granddaughter as possible before she moved out. Logan understood that Lorelai had gotten used to having them there and that things wouldn't be the same with Rory and Lila not sleeping under the same roof as her, but he also knew Lorelai was still going to see them all the time. Hell, she could baby sit as much as she wanted so that he and Rory had more alone time for this…

His hand found the hem of her sweater pulling loose the camisole from underneath that was tucked into her jeans and making contact with her skin. Rory's hand slipped further around his neck, her fingers raking up through the hair on the back of his head.

"Logan," she groaned, pulling back slightly, but keeping her arms around him.

"Hmm," he mumbled, pressing in for another kiss

"Our conversation wasn't over," she reminded him.

"We agreed."

"About the moving," she whispered breathily. "Not about…" his lips landed on the pulse point at the base of her neck and at exactly the same moment his thumb flicked over her nipple through her bra. A contended gasp escaped from her lips, cutting off the rest of her words, her head rolled backwards.

"You were saying?" he inquired, his lips against her skin.

"I…forget…"

Logan smiled in victory. "Mmm, that's what I thought," he replied as he slowly began to undress her.

Logan looked around the apartment. His friends and family were milling about, laughing, drinking, having a good time. Children were in the guest room playing with toys and video games. It was so different from the type of party he used to enjoy; the big blow out extravaganza. 20-year-old Logan would scoff at the sight of him now. But these days, this was what made him happy. Having his people around.

Six months ago when he'd first moved in, the apartment had felt big and lonely. Now it was full of all the people he loved best. And, later, when they'd all left, he'd check on his daughter, asleep in her nursery, and then climb into bed with the woman he loved. What more could he ask for?

"I must confess, I was wrong." Ahh, an admission of error from his notoriously stubborn best friend; he hadn't even thought to ask for that.

"Wrong about what?" Logan queried, taking a sip of his scotch.

"Well," Finn admitted, "when you moved in here, I gave you three months before you two were shaking up again. It took you double that. Gilmore held out longer than I gave her credit for. Your game is totally in the loo."

"What game?" Robert scoffed.

"Hey, that's not entirely fair." Finally, someone had his back.

"Thank you for defending me, Colin."

"I mean, the guy had an insanely hot fiancée and an insanely hot girlfriend on different continents at the same time..."

"Colin..." Logan interjected with a glare.

"Yeah?"

"Don't defend me."

Colin shrugged. "I'm just saying…"

"Well, don't."

"Uncle Logan?" Logan turned at the sound of his name to see his nephew bounding down the hallway. Logan smiled at him welcomingly, glad he hadn't arrived a few seconds earlier. Aiden already had way too much Huntzberger in him, he didn't need to hear Logan's friends congratulating him on having an affair.

"Hey! What's up, Kid?"

"I'm not a kid," Aiden defended, puffing up his chest. "I'm almost 10."

"Right, better start preparing for retirement," Colin informed him.

"And alimony payments," Robert added.

Logan sent a glare their way.

"I beat Steve at Madden," Aiden replied proudly.

"Cool, who was your Quarterback?" Robert asked.

"Tom Brady."

"Good choice."

"Personally, I'm a Cam Newton fan."

Robert gave Colin a look of disgust. "Carolina, really?"

"You Americans and your stupid obsession with this whole, poor man's version of Rugby, is weird," Finn piped in.

"Where's Rory, I want to tell her." Aiden squared his shoulders and tried to make himself as tall as possible.

Logan tried not to laugh. "Your Aunt Rory," Logan informed him, "Is talking to her friend Paris and Steve and Kwan's Mom the living room." Logan noted Colin perk up to attention at the name 'Paris', but he tried not to think about it. He'd been traumatized enough by that unholy pairing. Instead, he kept his focus on his nephew. "And I hate to break it to you, kid, but she's not that into video games. And she's definitely not into football."

"Oh." Aiden's face fell for a moment, but then brightened up again. "Well, what is she into?" he asked.

"Your Uncle," Robert informed him.

Logan glared again…he did that a lot around his friends. Sometimes he wondered why he was even friends with them at all. But beneath their…rough exteriors, they'd been loyal to him for half a lifetime. They weren't perfect, but he could always count on them.

"She's into politics," Logan informed his nephew. "You know much about Medicare for all?"

Aiden shook his head. "How about books? You read Moby Dick yet?"

Aiden furrowed his brow. "No."

"Hmmm, well, she likes music," Logan informed him.

"I like music!" Aiden straightened up excitedly.

"Great…" Logan clapped him on the shoulder. "You know Arcade Fire?" Aiden made a strange face. "David Bowie?" Aiden shook his head. "The Libertines." Now the kid just looked at him blankly. "I think maybe you should just talk to her about school. Rory loves school."

"She loves school?" Aiden asked in confusion.

"Yeah. Girls tend to be more cerebral than us. And they're really into smart guys."

"Girls are weird."

"You're telling me," Robert mumbled.

Aiden wandered off into the party, though Logan wasn't sure if he'd given up on finding and impressing Rory or not.

"So," Colin said once he was gone. "Looks like you've got a little competition on your hands there, Huntz," he laughed. "You better watch your back or your girl's gonna get stolen away by a much younger man."

"It's alright," Finn clapped Logan on the back. "I'm sure they'll send you a postcard from their honeymoon."

"I wonder where they'll go," Robert pondered. "I hear Legoland is lovely in the summer."

"Well, you would know since you have the mental and emotional capacity of a nine-year-old," Logan bit back. "Feel free to stay here and keep yucking it up, I'm gonna go mingle with the adults," he informed them, picking his drink up off the kitchen island. "And Colin," he said, turning back to face his friend.

"Yeah?"

"There are kids here tonight, so whatever you do, please refrain from having sex anywhere in my apartment."

He left Colin looking shellshocked as Finn and Robert immediately started bombarding him with questions about who he'd be sleeping with. Logan felt no guilt. It served him right.

He made his way into the living room area, finding Honor and Josh in conversation with Lorelai. "So anyway, she's being all fussy and Logan picks her up to see what's going on and all of a sudden drool just starts pouring out of her mouth and he starts freaking out and thinks she's like, choking or something so he sticks his fingers in her mouth and CHOMP! She bites down hard with the new tooth she just cut." Honor laughed heartily at Lorelai's story.

"What is this? Make fun of Logan night?"

"Isn't every night?" his sister teased, taking a sip of her white wine. "Where's your entourage?" she asked.

"They're in the kitchen having fun at your son's expense.

"What?!" Honor straightened up, immediately preparing to go into momma bear mode.

"Don't worry, it's really more at my expense. They just find his little crush amusing."

"Oh, well," Honor laughed. "I'll give them that. It is adorably entertaining."

"Crush?" Lorelai asked, wanting in on the joke.

"Oh yeah," Logan replied. "My nephew is quite enchanted with your daughter."

"You should have heard him all afternoon," Honor told them. "He wouldn't shut up about getting to see Rory. It was all…'Do you think Rory will like this shirt?' and 'Does my hair look okay?' and 'what is Rory's favorite food? Could we stop and get some to bring her?'"

"Ahh, yes. We Gilmore Girls have inspired many an infatuation," Lorelai replied proudly. "It's just in our genes." She turned to Logan. "Wait till it starts happening to your daughter." She pointed at him with a smug sense of schadenfreude.

"Ugh, no," Logan scrunched up his nose. "Please don't. She will stay tiny and innocent forever."

"That's what all the father's say." Lorelai chuckled.

"I'm so glad we had a son," Josh broke in.

"Oh yeah," Lorelai nodded sagely. "Because boys never cause problems…especially ones with Huntzberger DNA." She patted Logan on the shoulder. "This one has been nothing but smooth sailing for his parents. Never sunk any yachts or jumped off any cliffs and almost died or anything."

Honor looked at her husband. "Can we find a reason to ground him until he's 30?" she suggested.

"Thirty-five," Josh corrected.

"Ugh, Lila is never leaving home," Logan threatened. "Not unless someone climbs up her hair and kidnaps her out of her tower." He smiled despite his stern words. It was official, he was a lame Dad, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

"I'm in need of a refill," Lorelai announced, tipping over her empty wine glass to illustrate her point. Logan watched as she headed off towards the kitchen, then turned his attention back to his sister who was staring at him with a strange, wistful look on her face.

"What?" he asked. "Why are you looking at me like you've just been told I have six months to live?"

"Nothing, I'm just…happy for you."

"That's your happy face?" he asked, noting the glistening in her eyes.

"Yeah," she sniffled, nodding her head. "You just…you seem really happy…being a Dad, being…here," she gestured around them. "And I'm happy for you."

"Thanks?" Logan said it as a question, still confused about his sister's strange mood swing.

"That's all I ever wanted; you know…for you to be happy." Honor shook away her tears, swiping at a stray droplet under her eye.

"Honor?" Logan asked, seriously starting to get worried. "What is this about?"

"I…You…" she sighed. "You walked away, Logan. 10 years ago you walked away from the family and you walked away from Rory. And I know you and I stayed in touch, but I still felt like I lost you, because you weren't the same. It broke you. And eventually you came home and you met Odette. You started putting the pieces back together. And from afar, it looked like everything was okay but it wasn't. Those cracks were still there. And if you looked closely, you could see there was still a little piece of you missing. You'd lost something…some of that joy and love of life. And a part of me had resigned myself to the fact that that part was gone for good. A part of my little brother was gone for good."

"Honor…" he grabbed for her hand.

She sniffled again, wiping at her nose but then straightened up, her eyes starting to dry. "But I was wrong, it wasn't gone for good. Because it's back. You're back. And you're happy. And I'm just so happy to see that part of you again."

He knew what she meant. But still, this was a little melodramatic for his tastes. This was a party, after all. He pulled his sister in for a hug, his chin resting on the top of her head. "You perimenopausal or something?" he asked.

"Ugh, seriously…" she shoved him away, sending him a nasty glare. "I hate you."

"Oh, but you're little soliloquy from a minute ago says otherwise," he teased.

"I take it back. You suck. You deserve to be miserable," she harumphed, crossing her arms over her chest, but the wisps of a smile played at her lips. She was happy that he was happy. And he was…very, very happy.

Logan shut the door behind Finn, finally having managed to convince him and the other stooges to leave, long after the rest of the party had faded. He walked back into the great room to see Rory in the kitchen area gathering up glasses on the island.

"Hey," he walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He placed a sentimental kiss in the crook of her neck as his hands took the tumbler out of hers. "Leave it," he whispered.

"But it's a mess," Rory complained. "I don't want to let it stay like this."

"The food is away," he pointed out. "There's nothing else that can't wait until tomorrow."

Rory sighed, turning around in his arms. "I'm too tired for sex, Logan," she informed him bluntly.

He chuckled. "Who said anything about sex?" Rory frowned at him disbelievingly. He took a step back, holding his hands up innocently. "I swear," he insisted. "I wasn't thinking about sex." Her skeptical gaze didn't waiver. "Well, okay," he cocked his head to the side with a flirty smirk on his face. "I was thinking about it. But not for now."

"Is that so?" she asked.

"It is," he insisted. "Right now, all I want to do is go say good night to our daughter who's asleep in her nursery. Then I want to the two of us to climb into our bed together, and I want to fall asleep next to you."

"Mmm, I like that plan," she agreed.

"Mmmhmm." He nodded. "And then, I figured I might wake up at some point in the middle of the night and see my gorgeous girlfriend sleeping next to me in our bed…"

"Uh huh…and what would you do then?"

"Well," he pulled Rory into him, leaning down to place another kiss on her neck. "I'd wake her, ever so gently, with kisses."

"Mmmhmm, and then?" Rory whispered dreamily as he continued to caress her with his lips.

"Then, when she was just barely awake, in that twilight world between dreams and reality, I'd make slow, languorous love to her."

"Mmmm" Rory groaned appreciatively, her eyes drifting closed. "That does sound lovely," she admitted. "There's just one problem."

"What's that?" he asked.

"Well," she opened her eyes, the dreamy luster lost. "Our daughter is in the middle of a sleep regression. Which means when you wake up in the middle of the night it will likely because she's crying her little eyes out. I think it's because of the teething. But whatever it is, it's not super sexy."

Logan felt a tiny pang at the fact that he hadn't known that—the sleep regression part, at least. He knew about the teething. But up until know, he'd only been there for the day stuff. Not anymore though; he knew it now. He was going to be there for it now, and for all the nights to come. He no longer had to miss any of his daughter's life just because they happened in the midnight hours. "Well," he nodded at her admission, "how about this for a plan, then…"

"I'm listening…"

"We go say good night to our daughter who's asleep in the nursery." Rory nodded. "Then the two of us climb into our bed together…"

"Okay," she nodded.

"I fall asleep next to you…"

"Uh huh…"

"And at some point in the middle of the night we both wake up to a piercing cry through the baby monitor and I tell you to go back to sleep while I go get Lila a teething ring and sit with her until she falls back asleep."

Rory sighed. "You did always know how to please a woman in bed," she teased.

"Mmm, I try," he shrugged.

Rory leaned in to give him a kiss. "Come on," she said, taking his hand. "Let's go to sleep."

AN: Oh what a happy fluffy ending. They deserve it after all they've been through. And I've still got a little more fluff coming your way in the form of an epilogue so it's not ENTIRELY over yet. But still, it's the end of an era.

That being said, I'm super excited to be able to put another check in the "completed" column and focus on my other stories. If you still haven't given Family Affairs a real try, please do swear, once you get past the yick factor you'll like it. And there's my new fic, "Missing Pages" to check out too. Some of you may not have seen the latest chapter update on that one because I had to upgrade the rating to M. So make sure you go check it out and put it on your alert list so you know when it's updated.

Anyways, I hope you've enjoyed this journey I've taken our favorite duo on. Please leave me a review.