A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've had MAJOR writer's block. I hope you all will give me your opinions on this chapter. Thanks for all the supportive reviews!

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Chapter 14: Where Are We Going?

The following week went along the same pattern as the first with Logan helping Rory with the girls every day after work. Friday they both were more than ready for their date.

"Is everything packed?" Logan asked highly amused as he, Ella, and Gigi watched Rory rush around the apartment early Friday afternoon.

"I think so," she replied after frantically stuffing a few more toys and clothes into Ella's little pink backpack.

"Great. Mom and Dad will be here in 5 minutes."

"Gamommy and Gamdaddy comin'?" Ella asked happily. She had immediately fallen in love with Logan's parents. Just as she said that, the doorbell rang.

"There they are," Logan said as he picked Ella up and walked to the door.

"There's my little angel!" Elizabeth exclaimed when Logan opened the door. She immediately took Ella out of his arms. Mitchum shook his head.

"Nice to see you too, Mom," Logan said, feigning being insulted.

"Oh hello dear," Elizabeth said, kissing his cheek.

"Dad," Logan said, shaking hands with his father.

"So where are you going tonight?" Mitchum asked as they entered the living room.

"If I told you I'd have to kill you."

"Rory, darling, how are you?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'm very well, thank you. Gigi, this is Mr. and Mrs. Huntzberger This is my sister, Gigi."

"Oh, she's adorable," Elizabeth said.

"Come on Elizabeth, we need to let Rory and Logna get ready for their date," Mitchum urged patiently.

"All right," Elizabeth said. Mitchum grabbed the 2 small bags.

"Bye G, be good," Rory admonished, kissing and hugging her sister. Logan took Ella from his mother and she wrapped her little arms around his neck.

"Daddy, where you and Mommy go?" she asked forlornly.

"Mommy and I are going on an adventure," Logan said.

"Take Ella with you?" she wheedled, pressing her chubby little cheek agains his.

"You're going ot go with Gamommy and Gamdaddy and Gigi and play."

"Mommy, you take Ella with you?" she pleaded, her big blue eyes focusing on her mother who was hovering by Logan's shoulder. Rory sent Logan a desperate look.

"We can't take you with us, baby. If you're a good girl we'll bring you back a present," Logan promised.

"Otay, Daddy," she said reluctantly. "I love you."

"I love you too, angel baby," Logan said, reluctantly her wet kiss. "Give Mommy a hug."

Logan handed their daugher over to Rory. Both Gilmore Girls hugged each other tightly.

"I love you, Mommy," Ella said. "I miss you."

"I'll miss you, too. You be good for Gamommy and Gamdaddy," Rory said in a choked voice. "I love you so much."

"Don't worry, Rory dear. We'll take good care of her," Elizabeth promised, talking Ella from Rory.

"Thanks, Mom," Logan said, ushering her to the door and kissing her cheek. "Bye Ella-baby."

He shut the door behind them and walked back over to Rory.

"You ok, Ace?" he asked gently, seeing a few tell tale tears in her baby blue eyes.

"I've just never been away from her overnight before. I know she'll be fine, but its still a bit hard," Rory babbled, twin tears falling down her cheeks. Logna pulled Rory into his arms.

"Its ok, Ror. She'll have fun and be spoiled rotten by my parents while you are being spoiled by me," Logan said gently, stroking her hair soothingly.

"Now, grab your jacket and we'll start this date."

"I'm not even ready yet!" Rory protested.

"You can get ready when we get there, I promise. Let's go," Logan urged, grinning impishly. Not giving her anymore time to protest, he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the door, only stopping to grab her jacket. When they exited the apartment building, a long black limo was waiting for them.

"Your carriage, milady," Logan drawled grandly, holding the door open for her. She climbed in eagerly.

"Where are we going?" Rory asked after she settled into the luxurious seat.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Logan evaded, pulling her against his side with his warm, strong arm around her shoulders.

"Go to sleep and I'll wake you when you get there."

"Wake up, Ace," Logan whispered into Rory's ear.

"Are we there?" she murmured sleepily.

"Yup. Let's go get ready."

"For what?" she asked, sitting up as much as his arms would allow and looking into his eyes.

"You'll see," Logan said, grinning and dragging her out of the door the driver was holding open. They were in front of a majestic building with a pale green roof many stories above their heads.

"Oh my gosh! Logan, we're staying at the Plaza?" Rory exclaimed.

"Only the best for you," Logan said, kissing her hand and leading her inside.

"Reservation for Logan Huntzberger," Logan said to the woman behind the front desk.

"Welcome back to the Plaza, Mr. Huntzberger. Everything you asked for is already in your suite. Enjoy your stay."

"When are you going to tell me what we're doing?" Rory asked as they took the elevator up to their suite.

"Relax, Ace. Have I ever put you in extreme danger?" Logan asked, feigning exasperation. Rory simply rolled her eyes. Logan led her to their suite and made her close her eyes. Rory heard the door open and then Logan led her over the threshold.

"Open your eyes," Logan whispered in her ear. Rory opened her eyes and gasped. The room was a Victorian style done in every possible shade of blue. French doors covered with frothy white curtains stood open showing a canopy bed covered in white muslin drapes and a pristine white down comforter topped with matching feather pillows. The adjoining bathroom had a huge bathtub and fluffy white robes. Rory's overnight kit was on the counter. Next to the bedroom was a walk-in closet. In the chair at the back of the closet was an outfit. A navy blue cashmere sweater, dark blue jeans, black ankle boots, a set of white cashmere scarf, hat and gloves were laid out neatly, just waiting to be put on.

"Are these for me?" Rory asked softly, running her hand lightly over the clothes. Logan wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

"Well I don't think they'll fit me," Logan said, chuckling softly, kissing her neck. "I'll let you get dressed and then we'll go to dinner."

"All right, Mystery Man," Rory said, coming out of the bedroom, dressed, and make-uped and curled. "Let's go."

"You look great, Ror," Logan said. He was wearing his well-worn leather jacket, jeans, a white button up shirt over a blue undershirt and a blue scarf.

"So where are we going?" Rory asked as they exited the building, feeling a bit like a broken record.

"Just get in the limo and you'll find out."

A few minutes later, the limo pulled up to a curb. Logan helped Rory out and wrapped an arm around her slim waist. Rory let out an excited squeal.

"You brought me to go ice skating in Rockerfeller Center!" she exclaimed throwing her arms around his neck.

"I take it you like part one of the date. Come on, let's go skate."

"Isn't there something magical about skating at night in the snow?" Rory asked as they glided around the rink.

"There's something magical about skating at with my best girl at night in the snow."

"Ah, now I know why Ella's got us both wrapped around her little finger; she's got the Huntzberger charm."

"You know you adore it," Logan said, squeezing her gloved hand.

"It is endearing, annoying, but endearing."

"I'm cold," Rory pouted an hour later, shivering to prove her point.

"Ok, let's return our skates and we'll go get some dessert and coffee."

They returned their skates and returned to the limo. Logan whispered to the driver, Frank, briefly before settling next to Rory.

"Where are we going?" Rory asked, snuggling into him.

"We're going to a little restraunt in Brooklin Heights."

20 minutes later, they pulled up to the row of buildings where the cubby-hole restraunt was housed.

"Noodle Pudding?" Rory asked, reading the sign as they entered the restraunt.

"Yup, they have great coffee and the most amazing flour-less chocolate mousse," Logan said, pulling her to a cozy corner table. Logan gave their orders to the waiter before starting up a conversation.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"This has been incredible, Logan. I'm completely in awe."

"The fun's only beginning, Ace. We still have more adventures tomorrow."

"Do I get to know the plans?" Rory asked, batting her eyelashes flirtaciously.

"Only that you get to go shopping," Logan said, grinning wickedly.

"You do know the way to a girl's heart."

"Only to the ones I want," he said, seriously.

"You must have done this a thousand times before," Rory said, trying to be non-chalant, playing with the coffee cup the waiter had just brought them, not meeting his eyes.

"Not really. I haven't been on a date since we broke up and before that, I never really did things with just one person. Usually it was me, Finn, and Colin who went on adventures, occasionally bringing along abundant female companionship. As far as I'm concerned, the buck stops here, Ace."

"Wow… I hope that that's true, but remember, we're taking this slow."

"I know. Sorry to get all deep on you."

"It's ok."

"Ah, here comes our dessert," Logan said a waiter placed a plate of chocolate flour-less mousse. They sat, happily bantering, consuming the piece of heaven.

An hour later, they walked into their suite, arm-in-arm. Rory looked around the room tiredly, thinking.

"Logan, there's only one bed. You weren't planning that – you didn't think we would," Rory stammered, a bit flustered.

"No, Ace. I didn't plan or think anything of the sort. In the back of my mind I hoped for it, but I didn't make any plans. If you want I'll sleep on the couch, but I'd like it if we could just sleep together platonically." Rory satred at him in deep thought.

"Ok… but no funny business or its sofa city for you, Huntzberger."

Grinning, Logan moved to undress. Rory slipped into the closet to put on her white spaghetti stap top and pink pajama pants. When she came out of the closet, Logan was pulling back the covers of the king sized bed. He had on a pair of blue checkered pajama pants and no shirt. They both climbed in bed and lay down with a good 2 feet between them.

"Hey Ror?"

"Yea?"

"Do you think I could just hold you?"

Silence filled the semi-dark room.

"Ok," she whispered.

Smiling to himself, Logan pulled her back up against his chest and wrapped his arms around her.

"Good night, Ace."

"G'night."

A/N: Hopefully that was satisfactory. Don't worry, I promise the next chapter will be juicier (mwahahaha). PLEASE REVIEW!