Time went by with Rory's decision kept to herself. She vowed to stay loyal to it no matter how long it was silenced and she did just that throughout the summer and the year. She had decided to go back to Yale after a few weeks into her stay in the pool house. Maybe it was the chaos that was the Gilmore lifestyle or maybe it was the first round of shots that did the trick, but all she knew was that she was going back. She would be with her friends, and she would be able to spend time with Logan without her grandmother's watchful eye around the corner. He wanted her to go back anyway. How could she be the award-winning journalist that he knew she would become if she gave up before people were able to realize how much talent she had? In the end, she was glad that she went back. After all, how could she miss the last year that Yale would be home to the colorful characters she had grown to love? How could she miss a moment that was going to shape the rest of her life?
It was the summer of her junior year and she had only hoped that things were going to be normal now. Family wise things were stable. And love wise? Things were better than she had thought they would be. Of course they had some problems of their own but all that mattered was the present. The two of them alone with just love and boxes in the room.
"I'm going to tell her." The words came out of nowhere, invading the peaceful silence that the couple had been enjoying for a few minutes. Her face was buried into his bare chest, muffling her words, but he had no trouble hearing her while his fingers twisted the dark brown curls that had been tickling his side. "Logan?" She thought that he was not paying attention, or he just had not heard her, but she looked up to see an almost reluctant half-smile on his face. Seeing it, she paused. Was that a good or bad sign? Her unsure lips had pressed into a thin line, waiting for him to speak, but as time went by and no words were exchanged they loosened and fell into a humiliated frown. She wore her emotions with little thought of whether or not she should pretend to ignore it. But she was tired and anxious, and she felt ridiculous.
"Rory." Her eyes lit up at the sound of the 'R' coming from him. That was all that she needed to hear to break into a million smiles or break into a million shards of glass. That look. Her eyes locked onto his and she knew that they were fine. He was able to say every word that Rory kept inside, and he did not have to open his mouth. It made things so much better when he did, but just a look or a smile was good enough for her. "You need to make things better with Lorelai. I'm glad you decided that you're going to tell her, but I don't want you to be afraid about how I'm going to react. I'm not going anywhere. You'll have to drop me in the middle of the rainforest with a crazy straw if you want to get rid of me."
The answer was good enough for her. Her pale skin flushed a light shade of pink as she nodded, accepting his answer. Her face was back against his chest to drop three quick kisses along his ribcage before she rolled onto her back beside him. It was back to silence, but she doubted that he minded. She was fine with it as long as they stayed the way they did. As long as they were side by side, hand in hand. "Logan?" This time he turned his head to face her before she had the chance to jump to conclusions. "She'll be happy for us. I know you two aren't close, but once she gets to know you, she'll start to get used to the idea of you being her son-in-law. I guess we have work to do on both sides of the family, but I know my mother, and I know that she will want what's best for me. This is it."