"After we washed the zucchini, we played two rounds of Go Fish, and then she fell asleep while I was reading to her. She's absolutely perfect Honor, absolutely perfect!" Logan gushed, his eyes sparkling and starry eyed.

Honor smiled. "Logan, I'm so happy for you."

"I can't wait for you to meet her. She's so spunky. She reminds me of. . ."

"Of yourself? That's who she sounds like to me."

"She's got the good parts of Rory too. She's smart, and witty. Her comebacks are hilarious! She's got the Gilmore appetite for sure. Yesterday at lunch, she ate two servings of Tandoori chicken and then turned around and asked for my samosas!"

Honor pulled a can of La Croix from the fridge. "I thought you said you went to Al's Pancake World for lunch?"

Logan nodded. "We did. It was Indian week. We're thinking of going next week for Taco Tuesday."

"Stars Hollow is just. . . simply fascinating. . . .Speaking of you and Rory, how did that go?"

"It was actually pretty civil. It almost reminded me of old times."

"So you guys talked?" She questioned.

Logan smiled. "We talked for hours after Orie fell asleep."

"but you talked. . . About everything?"

He shook his head. "I didn't want to spoil the moment. Yesterday was just so perfect."

"Logan. . ." Honor protested.

"I don't need a lecture."

"Just be careful. . . I know how you are when it comes to Rory."

Logan rolled his eyes. "How I am when it comes to Rory? It wasn't like that Honor. I'm not some doe-eyed, twenty something whose head over heels anymore. I was there for Orie. I was being an adult and putting her first. Think of all the times we watched mom and dad argue. You know that's not healthy to watch."

Honor crossed her arms protectively in front of her. "I understand that, but communication isn't exactly your and Rory's strong suit, you know. I'm sure you two got together with Orie, got that warm, fuzzy, pumped full of Serotonin feeling and locked away all of those harsh feelings, and that's not healthy for Orie either. It's not good for you either Logan. You loved Rory, and I get that, but you've got to guard yourself. She kept your daughter a secret from you for five years."

"Ok are you done with today's segment?"

Honor stuck her tongue out at Logan."You're such a jerk! I'm just saying you need to realize, there's a lot between you and Rory that needs laid out on the table. You can't just go on pretending like there's not this huge pink elephant in the room, because if you do one day it's going to explode."

"Helllllllllooooo?" Shira called, from the entryway. "Honor? Logan? Are you here? I saw your cars in the driveway!"

Honor glanced at Logan. "Are you ready?"

"Never a better time than the present." He jumped down from the kitchen island, his mother always scolding him when she saw him sitting on it. "IN HERE MOM!"

Shira poked her head around the corner. "There you are! Why are you two always hanging out in the kitchen? We have three perfectly fine sitting areas. . ."

"So we don't have to deal with you." Honor muttered under her breath. Honor had become a little more brazen the older she got, the disconnect between her and their mother becoming a bit more vocal.

"Excuse me?" Shira asked, throwing a sideways glance at Honor.

Logan walked over and hugged her. "Mom! How are you?"

"I must say, I was shocked to see your car in the driveway. You never come around anymore. I'm beginning to think I saw more of you when you lived in London. " She said, kissing him on the cheek.

Logan shrugged. "Work keeps me busy."

"Speaking of work, They said you took the weekend off? Huntzbergers don't take time off." Mitchum said, walking in behind them.

"I. . . had some personal business to attend to."

"Personal business? Who'd you knock up?" Mitchum laughed.

Logan froze. He knew it was just an off-color joke his dad had made, but Mitchum had no idea how close he was to the truth. "I have some news to tell you."

Shira rolled her eyes at Mitchum. "Can we please move this reunion to somewhere other than the staff kitchen?"

Logan and Honor followed their parents into the "formal" sitting area. Logan walked over to the bar cart, pouring him a scotch. "Can I interest anyone in a drink?"

"Logan it's barely even noon!" Shira exclaimed.

Honor handed Shira and Mitchum both a glass. "Like you didn't just have five mimosas at brunch. . . Trust me, you're going to want it when you hear what Logan has to say."

"Logan Elias, What is going on?" Shira quipped, feigning concern.

Mitchum's face was already starting to grow in incredible crimson shade. "If you made another shoddy business deal and need bailed out.. ."

"It's not business related. Do you remember Rory Gilmore?"

"I try not to," Shira replied as she sipped her drink, her disapproval evident on her face.

Mitchum sat down. "She needs a job doesn't she? I've already set her up with Conde Nast. She's the one who tanked that interview. I can't". . .

"WE HAVE A DAUGHTER TOGETHER!" Logan blurted out.

Shira and Mitchum stared at Logan, the room silent except for the small gasp that escaped Shira's lips.

"That's not funny." Mitchum said, taking a swig of his scotch. "I thought we were past these childish jokes."

"Dad, I'm telling you the truth!" Logan cried.

Shira dug in the drawer of the end table, fishing out a pack of cigarettes. "Rory's pregnant? Is it too late to. ."

"Our daughter is five years old. I met her this weekend and she's amazing."

"Five? SHE'S FIVE?!" Mitchum yelled.

"That's why you broke up with Odette." Shira whispered.

Logan turned to Shira. "No, I broke up with Odette because I didn't love her."

Mitchum let out a peel of deranged laughter. "Love her?! You don't marry someone of Odette Toussaint's social status out of LOVE! I can't believe you threw all that away for Gilmore?!" Mitchum seethed. "I knew you two were sleeping together when I ran into you in London!"

"YOU KNEW?" Shira cried.

"I KNEW THEY WERE SLEEPING TOGETHER SHIRA, I DIDN'T KNOW MY SON WAS TOO DUMB TO USE A CONDOM!"

"Dad, calm down. Remember your blood pressure." Honor said softly.

He ignored Honor and turned to Logan. "So what does she want? Money? A job? What was her motive for telling you now?"

Logan rubbed his temples, his head beginning to ache. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "She doesn't want anything."

Mitchum slammed the glass tumbler down onto the car, rattling the liquor bottles. "Oh please. She obviously wants something."

"Rory's not like that."

"I'm assuming you haven't gotten a paternity test yet." Mitchum jeered.

"I don't plan on getting one either." Logan snapped back.

"You don't plan on getting one!? You're even stupider than I thought!" Mitchum yelled. He huffed out of the room, his heavy footsteps echoing through the spacious house.

Shira lit a cigarette, not even trying to hide the fact that she was smoking. She sank down onto the couch and took a long drag. "I want to meet her."

"Is that really a good idea?" Honor asked, motioning towards the door Mitchum had just stormed out of. "Dad isn't too happy."

"We will have dinner next Friday. Honor will bring Josh and the boys as well. Be here at six sharp."

Logan hesitated. "Mom, Honor's right. I don't think that this is the best idea."

"No Logan, it wasn't the best idea to go sleeping around London with Rory Gilmore while you were betrothed to someone else. If this girl is my granddaughter as you say she is,You will bring her to me and let me meet her."

Logan and Honor exchanged worried glances.

Shira took one last drag of her cigarette, and then stubbed it out on the cigarette box. " Friday, Six sharp."

…

Rory paced back and forth at the entrance of Chilton. She could feel her palms getting sweaty, despite the cool late september breeze. The large fountain that stood in front of school was usually peaceful and calming but today was loud, making it hard to think. She glanced down at her oversized oatmeal colored sweater and black boot cut dress pants that she had owned since the Obama campaign. Ever since Logan had called asking if they could meet up after school, she had wished she had spent a little more time picking out her outfit, rather than throwing on the first cleanish thing she had seen.

A charcoal Tesla drove up, shaking Rory from her thoughts. Logan emerged from the vehicle, waving slightly at her. "You drive a Tesla?"

He smiled. "Don't worry, I still have the Porsche too."

His smile made Rory's heart race, little goosebumps creeping up her arm. "I see you're still modest. Come on, we can talk in my classroom."

As they walked down the hall, Logan imagined sixteen year old Rory roaming the halls in her blue plaid Chilton uniform, her nose stuck in a book. How maybe one day their daughter would do the same. The thought made him smile. He glanced over at her, and caught her staring at him. "What? Is there something on my face?"

She shook her head. "You've just got a goofy grin on your face."

"I was just thinking."

He blushed slightly, which piqued her curiosity. "What about?"

Logan shook his head, "Nothing really."

"Oh that means it's definitely something." she teased.

"I was just thinking about you when you went to school here." he replied, his omission making Rory blush.

Rory laughed. "Paper backs, saddle shoes, and a whole lot of plaid. What a great picture."

"Hey, some guys are into the sexy librarian look." he teased.

Rory covered her face, not wanting Logan to see the brilliant shade of red her face was turning. "My room is right here."

She opened the door to her classroom, leading Logan inside. He noticed the picture of Orie tacked to a bulletin board behind Rory's desk. That must have been the picture that Honor had seen that night at the open house. He made a mental note to thank Theo for hounding Honor until she had agreed to send him to Chilton.

He picked up a tattered copy of Anna Karenina from her desk. "You would think a swanky school like Chilton could spring for a few new copies.. ."

Rory snatched it from his hands. "Actually, that's mine. I'm . . . I read on my lunch break."

"You're reading Anna Karenina. . . AGAIN?!" Logan exclaimed.

Rory crossed her arms in front of her. "Didn't you want to talk to me about something?"

The smile fell off Logan's face immediately. "You might wanna sit down."

Her mind instantly started making a mental list of every possible bad scenario. "Logan what's wrong?"

He swallowed hard. "My parents want to meet Orie. They've requested that I bring her to dinner next Friday."

Logan watched the mixture of emotions play out on Rory's face, slowly fading from panic, to shock, until it was full of anger. "Excuse me?"

"Specifically my mother. I told them about Orie yesterday, and she demanded that I bring her to dinner."

"NO WAY! NO WAY IS SHE GOING TO THAT. . . THAT . . . PLACE. . .WITH THOSE PEOPLE!"

Logan furrowed his brow. "Now that's not fair. I know they're not your favorite people in the world, but she's their granddaughter too. They have a right to meet her."

"I might as well rub her down with a t-bone and throw her in a lion's den! DO YOU REMEMBER HOW THEY TREATED ME WHEN I CAME FOR DINNER? Could you imagine what they'd say to my illegitimate child that broke up your marriage?"

"For the record I was never married."

"How are you not stressed out about this?!" Rory screeched, her heart racing.

"Rory, I will be there with her. Honor, Josh, and her boys too."

"Logan. . . I was twenty years old and still have PTSD from meeting them. She's only five."

We won't let them disrespect her like they did you. I'll stop it, like I should have stopped it when they started attacking you."

Rory sighed loudly. "She can come."

Logan looked at Rory, shocked. "She can?"

"If I can come with her..."

"You want to come?"

"If she has to face the wrath of Mitchum and Shira, I want to be there."

Logan shrugged. "I guess I'll pick you both up at five then."