Emily Gilmore was standing in the middle of her closet trying to find something acceptable to wear when she heard the knock on her bedroom door. She wasn't surprised to see her new maid Lillian walk in holding the phone. "Mrs. Gilmore there's a Stephanie Lancaster on the phone to speak with you…" Emily's brow crinkled a little in confusion. She knew the name but could not remember where. For a few seconds she stood there racking her brain for the name. Without a clue of who was on the line she took the phone deciding that maybe if she played it off Stephanie would basically tell her how she knew her. "Hello Stephanie how are you?"

Stephanie smiled. From the tone in Emily's voice she had no idea who Stephanie was. "Well hello Mrs. Gilmore. I was calling to share a bit of information with you concerning our dear Rory."

At the mention of Rory's name she remembered where she knew Stephanie from. She was one of Rory's good friends. Once she'd spent the night with them. "Oh well go ahead then tell me all about this acquired information."

"Well Rory's first love Logan Huntzberger is back in town for her birthday and I just left them at a coffee shop. I know for fact that you weren't pleased when they broke up after he announced that he was attending Stanford in the fall. There's something still there between Rory and Logan and I know that you see it too."

Emily was impressed with the girls scheming abilities. Lancaster. She must have been Susan and John's daughter. Susan had always been a schemer. "Yes my dear you're certainly correct but as we both know my granddaughter is stubborn. What do you suppose we do to make them rediscover these feelings?"

"Rory is the only one that has to rediscover these feelings. Logan is very obvious about the fact that he still loves her. Rory is going to be at Rosanna's this afternoon. I thought that you might want drop in. Maybe Lorelai will join you. I thought that maybe you could corner them. Ask them when this happened. They'll ask you when what happened. You know the drill. Pretend you think they're back together. Invite them to lunch. Make them remember their good times. Call me afterwards and we'll put phase two into play." Stephanie had stopped at this point to look at a new magazine.

Emily thought over the plan. It seemed fool proof. "Fine I'll do my end. I'm happy Rory has smart friends like you Stephanie. Talk to you later."

Rory and Logan sat down at the table in the back of the coffee shop talking about everything. Rory didn't want him to leave out a single thing when he described his new life. "Okay how many celebrities have you seen?"

Logan sat quietly for a moment trying to think. "Which list?"

"A list" she challenged.

"Two. I saw Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner at a Starbucks one morning. It reminded me of us in high school. You remember when we used to sneak out and go to Harry's."

Logan Huntzberger snuck out of his bedroom and onto the balcony. He slowly climbed down the trellis. It was early in the morning. It was dark. The sun would not rise for hours. But he and Rory had a late night rendezvous. They would go have an early breakfast and then make out until the sun came out. Afterwards they'd return to their rooms as if nothing had happened. He loved the way she looked when they were doing this. She had this angelic quality about her. Every time he saw her he felt like he was watching some kid experience fireworks for the first time. As soon as he hit the ground he felt someone throw a snowball at his back. He turned around and saw her there with a challenging grin on her face. "Did you just throw a snowball at me?"

She giggled. "What if I did? What are you going to do about it?"

He walked towards her slowly. He smirked at her. "I don't know. Maybe I'll just do this." He ran at her and lightly tackled her into the snow. He gave her a kiss on the lips before picking her up and swinging her around.

"I can't believe you tackled me." She said in awe as they walked hand in hand towards his new BMW SUV. His father had bought it for him after he got the internship at the Boston Globe this summer.

He laughed. "You threw a snowball at me." He opened the door for her and helped her inside.

"It's a really nice car. Was he there when he gave it to you?" She slowly ran her hands over the upholstery.

Logan scoffed. "Now my dear beautiful Ace would that not require him to actually want to be here? He sent a note with it that was in his secretary's handwriting. Enjoy the car Logan my boy you deserve it, Dad XOXO. Can you believe he had the nerve to throw in the XOXOs?"

"I'm sorry he does that to you so often. You know I love you though right? You know I want to grow old with you right? You know that one day I want to sit in rockers on the front porch of our Cape Cod beach house and listen to the waves and watch our kids play and be content with who we are?" Rory asked. Her voice was as quiet as a whisper. It was almost as if she was bashful to admit her feelings about him.

Logan was speechless. Sometimes he wondered how he got lucky enough to have Rory love him. She was so sweet, beautiful, pure, natural, innocent, and smart. She was perfect in a quirky way. So she wasn't a morning person. So she wasn't happy without a cup of coffee in her system. So she wasn't a blonde bombshell. She was so much better than all of those things. "So there is going to be a Logan Jr.? I want that Cape Cod beach house. I want a library stocked with books that will last a lifetime. I want to drink coffee over the morning paper. I want to drag you along with the kids to Sox games and to cheer BALCO at Giambi, and Gay-Rod at A-Rod."

Rory simply smiled. She was happy that this was happening. "You know the other day my mom said something funny. She said that she didn't marry my dad because of me. She didn't him because it's what my grandparents wanted. No she married him because he could name her five favorites. He knew that her favorite band was Metallica. He knew that on any given day she would rather eat Mocha Chip Ice Cream than vanilla or rocky road. He knew that her favorite place in the whole world to escape from everything was not a foreign country or some distant place but actually was the bath tub. My father knew that my mom's favorite book on the face of the planet was "Getting Over Jack Wagner" because she too loved Jack Wagner during the eighties when soaps were more than just overly dramatic and trashy. Still the thing that got her to accept his proposal was the fact that he knew her favorite guilty pleasure listening to eighties hair bands like Bon Jovi on full blast in the shower before going to work. She said you know a guy loves you when he knows those things."

"Let's see Flogging Molly, Starbucks Italian Roast, and Cape Cod early in the morning when the beach is clear with a cup coffee in your right hand, Letters of the Century: America 1900-1999, and reading harlequin novels late at night on your balcony."

"Huh?" Rory was confused by his list.

Logan smirked. "Those are your five favorite's right? The band one was hard. It came down to that or We Might Be Giants. I took a chance."

Rory laughed. She went over the list again in her head and laughed. He was right. He knew her top five favorites. As they sat at the stoplight that was just before Harry's she kissed him passionately on the lips. "You were right. That's why I love you. We Might Be Giants comes into a really close second."

"We were so crazy back then. It's a wonder we got anything done." She mused as she finished her coffee.

Logan shrugged. "Crazy or wise beyond our years?" he muttered under his breath.

"What'd you say?"

Logan looked at her with that same look again. "I said are you ready to go?"

"Yeah…we'll stop by my place and grab my car keys then we can drive there. I should pack a bag shouldn't I?" Rory said as she gathered her things.

"Why?" Logan said still somewhat caught up in his thoughts.

Rory linked arms with them as they left. "I'm probably going to crash at my parent's tonight."

"So am I."

Rory joked. "Well then maybe we can get together for a little sleepover."

"Yeah maybe…" Logan said pretending to be joking. In all actuality he was dead serious. There was nothing that he wanted more than to share a bed with Rory.

Emily Gilmore was still smiling brightly as she dialed her daughters' phone number. She knew Lorelai would question her intentions the moment she answered the phone. Though they had grown to be friends over the years Lorelai still had a hard time believing that this wasn't the woman who had been downright livid when she found out that Lorelai was pregnant. Emily couldn't blame her. She had been cold and insensitive to her only daughter and at the time had thought she was right in her actions. The moment though that Emily feasted eyes on Christopher holding a baby Rory she couldn't deny that her granddaughter was a gift from God. "Hello Christopher how are you?"

Christopher Hayden smiled when he heard Emily's pleasant tone. She was scheming. She was always scheming. "Fine Emily and how are you?"

"Oh me I'm just lovely. I'm so excited to see Rory's face when she realizes that we aren't forcing her to do the boring family dinner thing." Emily gushed.

"Well even though it's lovely to talk to you and I realize that I am your favorite son in law I sense that you didn't call to speak with me."

Emily laughed. Her daughter would have called it cackling but she considered it laughing. Cackling was just too shrewd a word for her taste. "Yes is she around?"

"Hey Lor your mom is on the phone!" Christopher called and then put the phone back to his ear. "She's coming. It was a pleasure talking to you Emily and I will see you tonight." Lorelai walked into the room wearing a pair of jeans and a chestnut brown sweater that matched her hair perfectly. At the moment she had been going over the guest list for an upcoming wedding that her inn was holding. "Hi Mom to what do I owe this early morning phone call?"

Emily smiled she was now going to be able to tell her daughter the plan. "What are you doing right now?"

"Nothing much why?" Lorelai didn't like the sound of her mother's voice. It was too cheery. She was planning something and it was big. She racked her brain for things that made her mother this happy and the only thing that she could really think of was Rory.

"What if I told you that Logan Huntzberger and Rory were gallivanting around town together right as we speak?" Emily questioned as she put on one her turquoise rings to match her turquoise broach.

Lorelai scoffed. "I would tell you that you were crazy because Logan is in California and Rory has been gallivanting about town with some boy named Dean who supposedly works as a plumber."

"Stephanie Lancaster called me a little while ago to inform me that she had in fact just run into Rory and Logan at a coffee shop at Yale." Emily remarked quite proudly.

Lorelai for the first time in a while was speechless for at least a whole minute and then she did the whole thing she could think of she cheered. "Finally that damn boy is back! I knew this day would come!"

"One problem…" her mother declared her voice no longer as cheery.

"Rory is too scared to let herself love him…again. He hurt her last time. She doesn't want that to happen again." Lorelai sighed. She loved Logan like her own. He reminded her of Christopher when they were younger. He was charming, well off, sweet, debonair, cute, and smart. He had a future. Even after becoming a father Chris managed to attend Yale and raise Rory along with Lorelai. It was never easy but it was usually fun.

"Correct." Emily confirmed. "But…"

"You have a plan!" Lorelai supplied. She was usually weary of her mother's plans. They were too dramatic and thought out for her liking. Like the one where she tried to play hooky between her gardener and her maid. This time though she thought that this plan wasn't all her idea. Stephanie had told her about Logan and Rory. That meant that Stephanie had thought this up on her own with the help of Paris of course. "Spill…"

A/N: I hope you liked this one! I LOVE THE REVIEWS!