He knew what he had to do. It was Christmas, and they had come together again. When he hugged her, he noticed she had changed her usual shampoo. It was then he realized he knew everything about her. Everything that made him love her. He couldn't imagine being apart from her, because he knew he did not have anything without her. He would be lost. And it would hurt. Worse than anything, even when he jumped off the cliff and was hospitalized. He didn't want to imagine the pain, imagine how empty his life would be. It was time to claim her, his, once and forever.

The two walked out of the airport, fingers laced together, his heart deciding how to ask her. Finally, once in the car, he grabbed her hand again.
"Rory, marry me." She stopped dead, mid-ignition, and froze. She couldn't take her eyes off the steering wheel.

"What?" she said softly, not turning her head.

"Please, marry me," he offered again. She turned to face him, her blue eyes glittering, and his heart calmed down slightly.

"I…ye…mom…" She trailed off.

"What?" He stared at her, trying to make out her expression. It was a mix of joy, confusion, want, and intent.

"I really, really want to say yes, and I will, but I really need to talk to my mom first. I just always imagined coming to her when this-" she waved her hand at Logan "-happened," she gushed. It sounded impatient, like she didn't want to wait. He swallowed. Nothing, of course, because in the past fifteen seconds it had went dry.

"Okay." He sighed. "But you will say yes?"

"I will, I promise." There was a pause, which later would seem like a moment of realization, but now it just felt weird. "I love you, Logan."

"Love you, too."

She went to Stars Hollow the next day. She wanted say yes to Logan so bad. She wanted to have everything final, everything good. It was three days before Christmas, and she was determined to spend the holidays with a fiancé. She pulled into the familiar driveway.

"Mom!" she yelled as soon as she stepping in the house. "Mom!" Her mother ran in, looking frazzled.

"What?"

"Logan asked me to marry him, but I thought I needed to talk to you first, so I told him that, and then I can say yes, and I really wanna say yes," she said all in one breath.

"Oh my god! Rory!" Lorelai's mouth dropped and she hugged her daughter. Hard. "My god. This calls for Weston's." She pulled Rory by the hand and started running.

"Mom! We're running! And we're Gilmores!"

"A little running never hurt anybody!" They arrived at Weston's exhilarated. And panting. Lorelai held up Rory's hand, champion-style. "Ladies and gentlemen, Rory Gilmore is now engaged!" A few gave hoots and a clap here and there. The two sat down. "Okay, now, start from the beginning."

"Well, he arrived at the airport at around six last night, and we got into the car, and he just took my hand and said, 'Marry me.'" Lorelai just grinned. Then the smile fell.

"Oh my god, Luke. Sookie. Lane. Have you told Lane yet? Oh yes, and the whole deal with the grandparents. I'm sorry, but if you go out of the country from Emily's crazy ways I will miss you." Rory gaped.

"Mom, I think we'll be okay. I'll handle Grandma's crazy ways. For now, I'm just basking." Lorelai looked at her beaming daughter. She couldn't believe it. After knowing her man for two years, she knew he was "the one". It had taken Lorelai about ten frickin years to figure out what she had in front of her. Amazing.