A.N. Sorry for the wait. I usually update sooner, but for the first time ever, I was actually busy during Spring Break. That's a first for me. I wasn't near a computer for the week. But here's an update now. I hope you enjoy it. Please continue to review. You guys rock!

A week after where we left off:

Logan closes his phone shut. Rory quietly groans and snuggles closer to Logan's shoulder.

"Who were you talking to?" Rory says sleepily into Logan's shoulder.

"My mom. My dad is back from California and apparently he's not too happy."

"I bet……What are you gonna do?" Rory says looking up at Logan.

"I don't know. I guess I need to prepare for the wrath of dad."

"Maybe this is too much. I don't want to come between you and your father."

"He's doing it himself. Don't worry about it. It'll be fine."

"Yeah." Rory says somewhat unconvinced.

"Now lets go back to sleep. Everyone knows how you get when you're sleep deprived."

Logan lays his head back and begins to fall asleep while Rory, still cuddled up with Logan, is wide awake, thinking about the events she knows are coming up.

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Rory pulls up to the dreaded Huntzberger mansion. She decided to confront Mitchum herself and to be honest, she's a little scared. She couldn't handle losing Logan now, not when they've invested so much, not when she's so involved and dedicated. She walks up to the huge door and rings the door bell. The maid opens the door.

"Can I help you?" The maid asks.

"Yes, is Mitchum available?"

"Yes he is. He is in the Library with Mrs. Huntzberger. I'll go get him."

"Actually, can I speak with Mrs. Huntzberger first."

"Sure. Come on into the foyer and I'll go get her for you."

"Thank you."

Rory steps into the foyer. After a while Mrs. Huntzberger walks in where Rory is.

"Rory. What a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?"

"I wanted to see if I can talk to Mr. Huntzberger about……everything."

"Of course. Maybe it'll get through to him."

"I'm hoping."

"He is in the Library. That door over there." Shira points out the door. "Good luck."

Rory walks toward the door hesitantly. She reaches the door and lightly knocks on the door frame.

"Mr. Huntzberger?"

Mitchum looks up from his book to see Rory standing in the door way.

"Rory. What can I do for you?" Mitchum spits out coldly.

"I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"Logan sending you to fight his battles?"

"Actually, Logan doesn't know I'm here."

"Wow. How very secretive of you. I wonder what else you're keeping from him."

Rory walks into the Library.

"I know what you're doing. Everyone does. But the question is why. What did I ever do to you?"

"Nothing."

"Then what is your problem?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I get that you're trying to do what you think is best for your son, but you're only driving him away."

"You're right; I do want what's best for him. Therefore, I'm going to push him to do things for his own good that you or him will not agree with. Kids never understand what their parent's motives are,"

"You and I both know that Logan will do great wherever he goes and whatever he does, with or with out your help. We both know that this isn't about that. So why don't we cut to the chase." Rory says standing up to Mitchum. "Am I not good enough for Logan? Pretty enough? Graceful? Special enough? Or how about smart enough?"

Mitchum is silent. Rory comes closer to Mitchum.

"Please Mr. Huntzberger. Tell me, what is wrong with me?" Rory says emotionally.

"You wouldn't understand."

"What I don't understand is why you're willing to risk your son's happiness just to prove a point." Rory is so overwhelmed with emotion with the past events that she starts to tear up.

"I'm not asking you to like me. You don't have to, it's your prerogative. But I just want you to know that I'm crazy about your son. Smugness and all. And I'm not giving up on him like I know you want me to. I'm not walking away." Rory continues.

"You do realize the power I have over your future, right."

"I am well aware."

"And you're not afraid?" Mitchum asks, testing her.

"No."

"I admire your moxie." Mitchum goes back to what he was previously doing. "Do you love him?"

"Excuse me?"

"It's a simple question. Do you love him?"

"Yes, I do."

"And do you see a future with him?"

"Actually I do."

"As long as you know what you are getting yourself into……………Do you know what you're getting yourself into? The charity events. The socializing. Constantly looking beautiful, which you should have a problem with. All the things you never grew up experiencing."

"I know what our future might consist of, yes."

"And that doesn't bother you at all, that's hard to believe. We all know you want to work and to write, which you do very well, I'm not denying you that. But can you really keep up with the rigors of this family?"

"Logan and I aren't married, yet. Or who even knows if we'll last that long. All we want is a chance, a chance by ourselves with no one interfering, to see if this is the real thing. Because, right now, it feels like it."

"You want a chance?"

"That's all I'm asking."

"Fine, I'll give it to you. I want what's best for my son. And if you think that that's you, I'll give you a chance to prove me right."

"Or to prove you wrong." Rory challenges Mitchum.

"You're very brave, Ms. Gilmore. I can see what my son sees in you. But we'll see who is right. We're done here."

"You know, Mr. Huntzberger, I am beginning to love our little conversations." Rory says sarcastically. "Have a good evening."

Rory walks out of the Library and lets out a deep breath she had no idea she was holding. On her way to the exit she reaches Mrs. Huntzberger.

"Thank you, Mrs. Huntzberger."

"It's Shira and thank you."

Rory smiles and makes her way out of the mansion. She steps out to the cool, brisk night. She sighs and smiles to herself. She gets into her car and drives to her contentment.

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Logan is asleep on his bed or trying to go to sleep. He has so many things on his mind; his father, his future, Rory, just to name a few. Things are so complicated. What was he supposed to do? Mitchum is his father; he will always be in his life. And Rory. Rory is, well, Rory. There is no way she can't be in his life; he wouldn't allow it. Logan's thoughts are interrupted by someone climbing in next to him. He turns over to see Rory next to him.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" Logan whispers.

"I wanted to see you."

"How'd you get in here? Not that I'm complaining."

"A very grumpy and sleepy Colin let me in. I'm surprised you were sleeping."

"I have an early class tomorrow."

"Sorry."

"No, it's ok. Are you ok? I know with everything going on, it hasn't really been easy for you." Logan asks sincerely.

"Yeah, but this right here is what it's all about." Rory says as she cuddles up to Logan.

"I couldn't have said it any better."

"We're gonna be ok. Everything is gonna be ok now."

"Do you know something that I don't?"

"I know lots that you don't, but that's beside the point. The point is that we're gonna be ok."

"You do know something that I don't know, don't you?" Logan asks suspiciously.

"I love you, did you know that?" Rory asks seriously.

"I had hoped" Logan smiles. "I love you, did you know that?" Logan asks seriously as well.

Rory smiles sweetly and nods.

"Good. Then I did my job." Logan smiles back at Rory.

Rory lays her head on Logan's bare chest as Logan gently plays with her hair. Rory breaks the peaceful silence. "Logan?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think there is exactly one person made each person?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like soul mates."

"Maybe."

"Yes or no."

Logan ponders for a while. "Yes."

Rory smiles. "Good to know."

And they fall asleep.