A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! Sorry I've waited so long to update. Hopefully you'll like this next chapter.
Chapter 11: Snow Flakes and Chocolate Chips "Mommy! Daddy! Wake up!" a small voice demanded breaking into Rory's dreams of being kissed by a certain young man in whose arms she was now sleeping, snuggled up on her mother's loveseat.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," a husky male voice murmured into her ear.
"Morning," she replied sleepily.
"I think our daughter wants attention."
"Good morning, Princess Ella," Logan said, pulling his daughter onto his lap, opposite to where Rory was leaning.
"Daddy, up! It snowin'!" Ella pleaded. Logan and Rory quickly looked out the living room window.
"Well, I guess you had better go and get Granma and Nat up. Give us a minute and we'll come get you all bundled up," Logan said, grinning softly at his imp of a daughter.
"Otay!" Ella chirped, jumping off his lap and clamering up the stairs, a sleepy Nat following her from the kitchen.
"I guess we stayed up too late," Rory said ackwardly, trying to sit up.
"Yea, I guess so. Did you sleep well?" Logan asked, pulling her back against his side and nuzzling her neck.
"Yes, you make a very comfortable pillow. Sorry, I fell asleep on you last night."
"Don't worry about it, Ace. I enjoyed it," Logan said, grinning roguishly into her soft, blue eyes.
"Come on, let's get up. It is the first snow of the year after all," Rory said, her eyes lighting up like Ella's.
"Ok, ok, we'll get up. Just be ready to defend yourself," Logan warned.
Half an hour later, Logan, Rory, Ella, and Nat were out on the front lawn. Lorelai and Luke had both already left for work before everyone else got up. While Ella hopped around trying to eat snow flakes, Logan leaned down and started whispering to Nat.
"What're you 2 up to?" Rory asked when twin grins of mischief appeared on their faces. Before she could react, they had grabbed up and packed handfuls of snow and launched them at her and Ella. Mother and daughter shrieked in protest. Rory quickly showed Ella how to throw snowballs. After a few minutes Rory saw they had no hope of winning fairly. She quickly thought of a contingency plan and explained it to Ella.
"Good job, Nat!" Logan encouraged his partner in crime. They had just launched another volley at the girls. Rory was whispering to Ella. Before Logan could warn Nat to watch out, Rory had tackled him and he was flat on his back in the snow with Rory tightly held on top of him. Ella was happily sitting on her uncle's stomach.
"Hi!" Logan said, slightly breathless, smiling into her big blue eyes.
"Hi!" Rory replied, just as breathless, smiling softly in return. A second later, Logan's smile faded. He didn't know if it was the adrenaline, the magic of the gently falling snow, or the warmth of their bodies being close together in the winter morning, but Logan moved one hand away from the delicate small of her back to thread it through her silky hair. He gently pulled her head down until their lips melded together. He kept the kiss gentle and sweet, their lips becoming reaquainted after a long separation. She even kissed him back after she got over the initial, but pleasant feeling of surprise. A few moments later, she pulled away, rolled off of him and stood up.
"What's wrong, Ace?" Logan asked as he stood up.
"Nothing, I think we need to slow down a bit is all."
"Ok, we'll go however fast or slow you want, but you can't blame a guy for seizing the moment," Logan reasoned, grinning sheepishly.
"Leave the Carpe Diem-ing to the Dead Poet's Society, Huntzberger. Come on, let's take the kids to Luke's for some breakfast and then we'll build a snowman by the gazebo to annoy Taylor," Rory said, walking over to lift her daughter off of her brother. Ella immediately ran over to Logan, who picked up and tossed her in the air, before settling her safely against his coat-clad shoulder. Rory took Nat's blue mittened hand in hers and they began to walk towards Luke's. The diner was crowded but they were able to find stools at the counter. Logan settled Ella in between him and Rory with Nat on the opposite side of Rory.
"Hi Gampa!" Ella chirped, beaming up at Luke when he came over to them.
"Hi Princess," Luke said, the usual gruffness gone from his voice as he leaned over and kissed her forehead.
"Morning, Luke!" Rory said. "Can I have chocolate chip pancakes and coffee please?"
"Sure thing. The usual for the munchkin?"
"Yup. What about you, Logan?"
"I'll have what you're having," Logan replied.
"So Rory, whose your friend?" Kirk asked from his seat further down the counter.
"You remember Logan, don't you Kirk? He and I went out in college and he's Ella's dad," Rory said cringing, knowing half the town would descend to begin interrogating her and Logan with in an hour.
"Be afraid," Luke warned as he poured their coffee. He put on a smile as he got out to sippy cups from behindthe counter and made a mixture of ¾ milk and ¼ coffee before handing the cups to his son and granddaughter.
"You let our 2 year old daughter drink coffee?" Logan asked, half reproaching, half teasing. Rory took a sip of the sweet elixir before answering.
"Only Luke's and only diluted with a lot of milk. She likes it. She is after all a Gilmore Girl."
"So why should I be afraid?" Logan asked Luke as he set down 4 plates piled with chocolate chip studded pancakes.
"You'll see soon enough," was his cryptic answer.
