It is a rather funny looking scene, two women, well, one and a half women, sitting at the breakfast counter, playing with their new laptop computers.

Lailie is currently solving a really hard Winnie-the-Pooh riddle and Rory trying to transfer the Christmas Morning pictures from her new digital camera to the new computer.

Both are biting their lips and growl at their respective technical devices. Mother and daughter are so much alike!

I lean against the stove, wondering if Junior will be a Rory or a Logan, when I notice that it is almost half past eleven.

"Girls, we have to go change! We have to be at the Dragonfly in an hour!" Nothing.

"Ace, Pix, we have to leave!" Again, nothing.

"The house is on fire?" Two shot glances at me that ask me if I'm nuts.

Ok, they asked for it.

When I shut their computers, I hear simultaneous gasping, followed by "But I was almost finished!" from both ladies.

"I. Don't. Care." Two pouting girls growl at me but I keep smiling and hold the monitors shut.

"No way, you two. Go up, change! Do you want to get on Lorelai's bad side?"

"But Daddy…" Lailie says sweetly, this can't be good. "Mommy and I are both Lorelai, too. How can we get on our own bad side?"

"Don't start that discussion Pixie or I'll make you take your violin and play Christmas songs for the Dragonfly Inn guests."

"Mean!"

Wow, musical threats always work. Reluctantly she gets off the stool and stomps off.

"And what about me, Mister? Will I have to take my, well nonexistent violin, too?" Rory asks, leaning back on the chair, a smug smile on her sweet lips.

"No, of course not!" I get closer and take her hand to pull her closer to my body.

"We don't want to scare the guest off with your, also nonexistent, musical talent." I say in a low voice and start kissing her.

As my tongue enters her mouth and she puts her arms around my neck to draw me closer, she moans slightly, exactly the reaction I wanted.

She starts whining as I pull back.

"See, Ace, you won't be getting any of this for a very, very long time, if you don't go up right now to change."

"But I'm pregnant!"

"Oh, that's a reason to not go and change?"

"Well… Pregnant women need love in order for the baby to grow properly."

"I will still love you with all my heart, I just won't be kissing you if you refuse to go."

"Fine, Daddy!"

"That's my little girl," I say, as I push her towards the door. "Now, Ace, go, be a nice little girl and change for Lorelai and maybe Santa will have another gift for you when you come back down."

"Mean! But you better have that gift ready, Mister!"

"The dress box is on the top shelf in the closet, the pinkish one!" I shout after her.

As Rory comes down the stairs in a dark red wool dress, Lailie and I wait for her, both staring at the beautiful creature.

"Mommy, you look sooo beautiful!" Lailie says and hugs her around the waist, carefully since she doesn't want to crush Junior.

Looking at Lailie's green jumper and the white and red striped shirt, she starts laughing softly.

"Thank you Honey, you look very pretty as well! I wonder why the outfit you're wearing was not available last night…"

"I'm sorry Ace, we just couldn't find it in her closet yesterday…" I say and kiss her cheek.

Rolling her eyes, she gets in the coat I hold open for her.

"So, what about my gift?"

While going through the drawers to find a brush and some ribbons to tame Lailie's hair, she looks at me expectantly.

"Oh, I almost forgot!"

Reaching into my coat pocket, I present her with a white gold necklace with an emerald and diamond pendant.

"You know, no Christmas outfit is perfect without some red and some green in it…"

She holds up her hair, motioning for me to put the necklace around her neck.

"You are such a softie, Mr. Huntzberger!"

When we arrive at the Dragonfly Inn, Rory looks very pale and has a nice greenish gleam to her face, perfect Christmas look.

I told her not to sit in the back with Lailie since driving in the back always makes her sick. But she wouldn't listen and insisted upon doing Lailie's hair in the car.

"Oh my God, what happened to her?" Lorelai looks at me as if I were to blame for my wife's miserable look.

"She wanted to sit in the back with Lailie."

"But that makes her sick! Didn't you know that?"

"That's what I told her! But she ignored me."

"Oh, Honey, come sit down."

The mother leads the daughter over to a couch in the reception area.

"Lailie, go to the kitchen and ask Sookie for a glass of water!" she commands and Lailie skips off.

"Did she have morning sickness today?"

I nod and sit next to Rory, taking her sweaty hand.

"Hm… This happened a couple of times when she was pregnant with Lailie." Lorelai looks very concerned.

"Honey, just sit here for a while, I bet you'll feel better soon. And don't you dare sit in the back of any car for the next months!"

Lailie comes skipping back into the room. She hands Lorelai the glass and puts a cookie in her mouth.

"Hey, Pix, who gave you that cookie? We're about to have lunch!"

"Sookie did! She told me to tell you that this is my first course since I wouldn't eat any of the other stuff that she made for first course."

"Lailie," I start, and she gasps, same reaction as Rory, whenever I address her with her actual name, "you have to start eating real food!"

She smiles at me, innocently. This mixture of Rory and my genes is not healthy for the nerves, my nerves in particular.

"Please, stop talking about food!" Rory manages to whisper between two gulps.

"Just go and join everybody in the dining room, I'll take care of this one." Lorelai says, her eyes still fixed on Rory and the glass of water, and waves in the general of the dining room.

I pick up Lailie and comply to my mother-in-law's orders.

"We can't let Mommy drive in the back seat any more, Pix." She just shrugs with her tiny shoulders and looks at Mommy, who seems to gradually get better.

"Well, if you say so. But I like riding in the back best. Much more room to play!"

How right she is… Hope she forgets about this by the time she's in high school and her boyfriend has a car.

Wait, no, I won't allow her to have a boyfriend until she graduates from college!

When we enter the dining room everybody is already there. I set Lailie down and she goes to join Sookie's kids, Willy, and Emma at the kids' table.

'Everybody' pretty much consists out of Luke, Jackson, Sookie who is still in the kitchen, Luke's sister Liz, her husband TJ, Babette and Murray, Miss Patty, Kirk, Lulu, and Baby Kirk who is peacefully slumbering in his carry thingy. I never quite understood how Kirk always ends up at all kinds of gatherings, but I stopped trying quite some time ago.

"Hey," I say to the general audience. "Merry Christmas!" The choir answers with "Merry Christmas" and Luke gets up walking over to me.

"Hey, where is Rory? Or are you playing single Dad today?"

"Nah," I say smiling, "Rory isn't feeling well. She started feeling sick on the ride over, Lorelai is taking care of her."

"Did she ride in the back?"

"Yup."

"She knows she shouldn't ride in the back when she's pregnant!"

"You try telling her! I gave up after the third time this morning. She knew better, or apparently didn't…"

"What did I hear?" Sookie's shrill voice echoes through the room, as she enters with a huge tray in her arms. "Who is pregnant?"

"Rory is." I smirk, since I know what is about to happen.

"Oh! Really?" Jackson just manages to catch the tray before it falls on the ground. Sookie runs towards me and gives me one of her famous Sookie hugs. I knew it.

"Oh! I'm so happy for the two of you!" Another big squeeze.

"Uh, thanks Sookie." Speaking while being crushed by Sookie is not easy.

But this is only the beginning.

As much as I grew to love Stars Hollow and all the funky people within this mental institution, being hugged and squeezed by all the females in attendance because they want to show their happiness about my, well our baby, is not one of my dreams in life.

But it's better than last time when I was actually afraid to enter the town. People kept threatening to kill me since I 'knocked up' the town princess. It got better after the Stars Hollow newspaper formally announced our wedding and people only stared at me in a kind of mad way. But the first day Rory and I went to the Hollow with Lailie in her stroller, they started loving me since someone that could create such a cute child couldn't be evil.

So this is me, the man who lived, thanks to my cute Pixie.

My life is saved again by my beautiful Ace, when she enters the room, looking a lot better than before.

She looks really scared when the pile of women suddenly shifts from me to her and starts squeezing and patting her.

Her WTF facial expression changes into a small smile when Miss Patty yells, "Oh, Rory, Sweetie, I am sooo happy for you! Just another cute little girl is just what you need!"

My own smile fades when Jackson pulls me aside.

"I hope this time, you respect her wishes."

"Huh?"

"You know, if she doesn't wanna know the gender, you simply have to accept it!"

"See, Jackson-"

"It is the mother's right to decide if she wants to know, or not. Don't pressure her!"

"Jackson, I-"

"What good is it if you know earlier? Will you love him more and be disappointed with a girl? Or send him off and only accept a girl?"

"No, I'd never-"

"See, that's the point. You're going to love the baby, no matter if it's a boy or a girl. Right?"

"Right!"

"See! I'm glad we talked about it!"

He slaps my shoulder and marches off.

Wow. That was a scary encounter.

"See, Logan…" Suddenly Morey appears next to me. I've never really talked to him. He always seems to be on a higher 'level' than everybody else.

"You are not a big musician, are you?"

"Nah, my musical talent doesn't exceed whistling."

"See, you have to work on that. I read in a magazine the other day that babies who grow up with the blues and jazz are a lot smarter than other kids."

"Um… Is that so?"

"Yes, very much! Most young parents think it's the classical music they should play to their kids. But no, it is the blues and the jazz that makes kids smart! You always gotta remember that."

"Uh, yeah, Morey, thanks. I will, I will definitely remember this!"

Thank goodness I'm saved by the bell, or rather lunch, when I see TJ walking towards me. I already had to suffer through his child crib safety talk shortly after Lailie's birth.

Thinking about her I glance over to the kids' table.

"Hey Ace?" I ask as she sits down next to me, "You feeling better?"

She nods. "A lot!"

"I'm glad. No more backseats for you, missy!"

Smiling, she rolls her eyes.

"And Ace, why is Michel sitting on one of the tiny chairs over at the kids' table?"

She starts laughing and looks over to where the kids – and Michel – are gathered around a kid sized table.

"Well you know, Darling, the other day when we were here for lunch with Mom, Lailie kept chasing him around and only let go, when he promised to sit at the kids' table during Christmas Lunch. I never expected him to come but apparently, he has a big heart for small people."

After one last glance at the funny scene, she devotes her attention to Lorelai who's sitting to her left.

I'm about to put some mashed potatoes on my plate as my ears start ringing.

"And my Uncle Finny promised me a kitten for Christmas!" – "A kitten?" Michel's accent is quite distinctive.

"Yes, a real kitten, not a fake one, but a real one!"

"Oh, would you not rather have a dog? I have two dogs! They are a lot better than cats!"

"No, I want a real kitten. Dogs smell!"

From the corner of my eyes I see how Michel pouts.

"Oh, no Michel! Please don't cry! I'm sure your dogs don't smell! Well they probably do smell, but not like dog but like daisies or strawberries!"

I chuckle about my daughters antics. She's quite an original.

"What is it? Are the mashed potatoes funny?"

"Uh… No, Ace, it's… Just had a funny memory of last year's Christmas Dinner with the gang. By the way, have you checked with Sookie about the food?"

Smooth, Huntzberger, smooth. I just have to hope she's buying it and pray to God that she didn't overhear the kitten conversation.

Considering that she already started to chat with Sookie about what she prepared for us to take home for our friends, I guess she didn't.

After lunch, when Rory goes to the kitchen to get heating instructions from Sookie and Lailie manages to talk Michel into playing hide-'n-seek with the underage crowd, I sneak out on the front porch and flip my phone open to make a call.

"Huntz, mate! You already miss me? We'll be over in a few hours!"

"No, Finn, I don't miss you. It's just-"

"You do miss me! Awww, but you know… I'm more a ladies man. I told you years ago. No offense or anything, you're just not my type."

"Stop it Finn! And if I remember correctly, it was you who was cuddling against me during sleep, not the other way round."

"But admit it. You liked it-"

"Finn!"

How did we end up discussing boarding school incidences?

"Fine, what can I do for you? Did the turkey escape?"

"No. Let's say, I overheard a quite interesting conversation between my daughter and Michel."

"That French guy? He actually talks? Wow. Every time I try to talk to him he just sneers at me."

"Well, apparently he talks to Lailie. Anyways, you promised her a kitten!"

Silence.

"Finn, did you or did you not promise my daughter to give her a kitten for Christmas?"

"Well… I, might have talked about the possible chance of thinking about getting her a kitten for a Christmas, not necessarily this year…"

"So you promised her to get one?"

"I might have-"

"Finn!"

"Yes, I did promise her."

"Did you get it?"

"I understand everything you say, mate!"

"I mean, did you get her the kitten!"

"Um… Well, if you ask that way, there might be-"

"Get to the point, Finn!"

"Geez, someone's got his panties in a twist! Did you sleep on the couch last night?"

"Finn, I expect you to get rid of any kitten that might currently be at your house and is supposed to change its place of residence to our house by tonight."

"Nook! Don't make me! She's so cute!"

I knew it. How? Could? He?

"Finn! What made you think that either Rory or I were ok with you getting our daughter a kitten?"

"You were right there yesterday when she told me about the kitten thing. I assumed it was ok for me to get her one since you didn't say anything about it."

"Exactly, I didn't say anything!"

"Please don't make me take Strawberry back to the breeder. She is so cute! And she's even housebroken, so no worries about your carpets."

"Strawberry? You named her Strawberry?"

"Well, I didn't, Miranda did. She's allergic to strawberries and apparently also to cats. So she named her Strawberry, now she's just allergic to all kinds of strawberries."

I don't know what to. But I don't have to since Finn continues.

"See mate, she's a little lovely and well behaved cat lady. Just let me bring her over and see how it goes. If it doesn't work out at all, you can take her back, the worst that might happen is a brokenhearted six-year-old."

"Exactly!"

"Please! We can't keep her any longer, Miranda is all puffy-eyed. The neighbors have dogs, and she's scared of dogs."

It might not be all that bad, having a pet in the house. A good opportunity for Lailie to learn about responsibility, something that her Uncle Finn apparently never did.

"Fine! Bring her! But you tell my wife that this was your crazy idea and that I didn't know anything about this!"

"Great! See you in a few hours!"

What have I done?

We leave early, after too much food and with even more food. I doubt I'll be able to eat anything tonight when the guys come over. Especially since my life is gonna be over the second 'Strawberry' sets paw in hour house.

It was a good life. I already see the death announcement: Logan Huntzberger of Hartford, CT, died December 25th through the hand of his once beloved wife, Lorelai Gilmore Huntzberger due to a 'cat fight'. He leaves the murderous wife, a daughter, a Junior, and a cat.