A/N: wow this story is just going on in my head. thanks for the comments and reviews. I've said it before and I'll say it again. You guys are the best and reading your comments added the fire in my burning fireplace of ideas. Hmm, not sure it was a correct metaphor though.

But anyway, these scenes are always what I wanted Rory and Logan to be in. And I know adding Christopher is a bit outstretched, because I know most of us are Team Luke, but Rory had went through hell and so was her family, it changed the dynamics of the family, especially Lorelai, massively. And I used these few chapters of Year End holidays to show how Rory, being back into herself after Logan, also bring back some normalcy into the family lives. And nothing says normalcy in the Gilmore household more than Lorelai's extraordinary stuff and inappropriate comments to Rory's sex life. Lol.

Yet it was also sweet and mushy but I liked it. So here's another sweet moment, I hope you enjoy!

Rory snuggled herself in Logan's arms after handing him a cup of hot chocolate, cozying up in the couch at the patio overlooking the water. "This is a nice Christmas," she commented.

Logan nodded. It was indeed a nice Christmas, better than he had expected. Christopher being nice to him and Lorelai wasn't hostile as he had thought. They had Christmas lunch after the gift opening and just lazying around all day afterwards. Logan was sure there were no other option than to be lazy after the amount of lunch they had. He could feel his stomach thickened. He had moved from couch to couch with his book, and sometimes with Rory in his arms, like this time.

He'd chosen this patio for his afternoon hot chocolate, sat on the couch beside the warmer, and Rory came join him while Lorelai and Christopher went to buy dinner.

"It's a nice spot you got here, Huntz... it's my favorite... they put on the glass walls because it's winter and the wind alone could kill you if you sit here more than five minutes, but they take it down when the weather gets nicer and you can feel the wind soothing you, and the smell of the ocean can calm you," she said.

"The first months after Texas was really hard on me. I had to deal with a lot of feelings; my psychological trauma, my failed career or what I thought was the end of it because I left a job, and my grandparents' passing. Sometimes it got really bad and I won't stop crying and my parents would bring me here. They considered to move here permanently but my doctors said that it wont be good for my progress if I stayed secluded. So they brought me here occasionally. I used to sit here, looking at the waves and feeling the water slowly rinsing me. Praying for the waves to take away my pain and my fear. Sometimes I wished that the waves would just take my memories away, cleanse me, making me new. But then I looked at the lighthouse, and I thought of home. And most of the times when I think of home, I think of you. And I don't want to forget you. I don't want the waves take my memories of you..." she tilted her head towards him, eyes glistening with tears.

"You are my lighthouse, Logan. You guided me home, you helped me find my way home,"

Logan took a sharp breathe and tightened his arms on Rory. He closed his eyes, feeling everything around him. The warmth of the digital fireplace, the waves of the ocean, the tranquility of the place with only the sound of waves and wind and sometimes the fire cracklings, and of course how Rory's body fit in his arms and the warmth of her breath on his neck.

He smiled at the fact that he was there in that magnificent view with the woman he loves, a woman that he thought had gone away for good from his life, a woman who he thought had took away a big chunk of his heart and never gave it back. But here they were, united once again, and he felt whole again.

"This Christmas, I just thanked every Gods in this earth that you were okay. And I have thanked my lucky stars I got to have you back," he caressed her arms up and down absentmindedly.

"That's a lot of thank yous, I hope you bring them presents too. Gods and lucky stars love presents, especially in the form of a naked virgin," she joked.

"I'm serious, Rory." He stated, but smiled anyway.

"Yeah you called me Rory. It has to be serious," she replied.

"I don't know what would happen to me if you're gone. If the last ten years could be an indication then I'm doomed. It wasn't like I didn't try, Rory. I did. God knows I did, you know I did. I tried to fill the void, I tried to replace you, but no one, not one thing even came close," he shuddered at the memories of himself drifting for ten years, occasionally getting a grip at something only to found it wasn't strong enough to pull him up. Rory tightened her arms around him. "In a sense, you are my lighthouse too, Ace. You brought me back from drifting in the ocean, nowhere to go, no destination... you give me purpose, you make me hope and dream. You are my home, Ace. I love you so much," he placed a kiss on her forehead, lingered there for a while enjoying her scent and the warm feeling their contact always brings him.

She tilted her head to face him, her face beaming with joy and he thought she couldn't be more beautiful. "I love you so much too, Logan. You have no idea how much you mean to me," she sat up and grabbed something from her pocket. "Here,"

"Another present?" He smirked at the little box.

"Ah come on, you know this morning wasn't my real present," she shoved the box to his chest.

"Okay, calm down..." he opened the box to find a set of keys and a card.

"That's the access card and keys for my... uh, our apartment... I had it made for you," she said blushingly. "I figured, you need to have it you know, since you're moving in... because you know sometimes I have crazy weeks at work with deadlines and stuff and I would have to stay up late at work, like last year with the news about ISIS and the bombings in Chelsea, boy we did chase stories like crazy we practically lived in the office. As crazy as it was that if I had a cat it would have ran away because I never home to feed it or pet it, or maybe when I came home it won't recognize me and started to scratch my face and leave a mark and people would start calling me Kenshin Himura," she rambled excessively making Logan grinned in amusement. Logan pinched her nose lightly.

"You don't have to ramble excuses to give me keys, Ace..."

"I didn't," she protested with dignity. "I just merely give you background of why you need to have your own keys,"

"I think it's obvious," he countered incredulously. "Because I live there."

"Oh," she muttered. "Yeah that makes sense..."

"You think?" He teased, gaining a soft slap on the chest. He grabbed that hand and kept it on his chest. "You're gonna have another set of keys too. To our house in Hartford..."

Her eyes shone brightly as her smile grew. "Wow. I got a lot of keys today,"

Logan chuckled. "That's not all you got," he pulled up a slim box from his jacket. "Here, this is my proper Christmas gift for you,"

Her smile went wider and she opened the box gleefully. "Oh, Logan..." she traced the chain of the necklace then looked up to him with eyes glistening with baby tears but smile that reach her ears. "I love this,"

He didn't know why he was so emotional, it was just a Christmas present anyway. She liked his present. What was the big deal. But the look on her face, how she gleamed with joy took his ability to speak. Instead, he took the necklace and put it around her neck. It fitted perfectly. The gold chain surround her neck with a perfect measure made the pendant sat at the center of her shoulder blades.

"It's heartbeat," he finally managed to speak. "The pendant, it's a heartbeat..."

She touched the pendant and tilted her head to the side. "It is?"

"Yes, it's like the one in the heart monitor, graphic up and down. It's a heartbeat. It means that my heart beats for you,"

Now it was her turn to loose her voice.

"And I had it engraved on the pendant too... my heart beats for you,"

"Oh, Logan..." she quickly buried herself in his arms again and he could feel her sobs.

"I hope those sobs mean good?" He asked carefully.

"Of course it is, I love it. I love the meaning of it. I love you, Logan..."

Even if she didn't say it out loud, he could see it in her eyes.

"I love you too, Ace..." he kissed her forehead again. He could never be enough of this woman.

Whenever they were in a room together, he would instinctively located where she was and be near her, and whenever he was near her, he couldn't keep his hands from touching her, either it was an innocent light touch on her cheek, or a full on arm wraps or hand holdings. And of course kisses, it was really easy for him to be triggered to give her a kiss.

But I can now, he thought triumphantly. I can do anything I want now...The thought made him excited. They were officially together now, whatever what they call this relationship, they knew it was real, and to say they were just boyfriend and girlfriend, was an understatement. They were much more than that and it felt like he finally having it all.

There was a time in his life when he had it all. A time when he would go about doing his things and come home to her at the end of the day because they shared a life. But that life ended when he gave an ultimatum. And he thought he was better off that way. He thought he could forget her and what they had together. He thought he could find it with another woman. Any other woman. But he didn't. And he realized that she was the one, but she had gone away, he had let her went away. And at some point in his life, he had let the hope go. The hope to be able to hold her in his arms again, saying he loves her anytime he wants, or just simply calling her Ace. Oh how he did learn the true meaning of you don't know what you have till it's gone.

But fate had been so generous with him, giving him a second chance. And here they were, sitting on the patio of her family's vacation home snuggling. She was his girlfriend or whatever she calls herself, his to love, his to spoil, his to shower with kisses and touch.

And they were moving in together, actually living together. They would go to sleep together, getting ready for their days together, maybe even share a ride to work, and maybe even work in the same office, fingers-crossed. And when it's time to come home, he will be coming home to her, a place where she was at. That thought brought a stream of happiness to him.

All is well in the world again.

That is why he would never do anything to harm what they have. No matter how much he wanted more. He would never do the same mistake again. He convinced himself that this was enough.