A/N: Oh my gosh! People like my writing! That's so cool! The only people who ever really gave me praise are my mom, dad, and teachers. But this is great practice for my school's Literary Magazine next year. Which I'm a staff of. Yay!
"Okay, so, hun." Lorelai paused, took a deep breath, and continued. "Just, tell Logan he's a top choice in my opinion." Rory looked down. They were standing the hallway; Rory had her bags and was leaving.
"Okay. I love you, Mom." Rory wrapped her arms around her mother gratefully. She was so happy. She had the approval of her best friend in the entire world. And that opinion meant more to her than anything.
"Oh, I love you too kid. You're growing up so fast." Rory held up her hand.
"Save it for the birthday speech." The two women laughed. Rory said one last good-bye, then left. Lorelai stood there in place, thinking about the little girl that had grown up. She was getting married. Married. To Logan. She honestly couldn't believe it. She liked Logan alright. She didn't know him totally, but the way he held her in the kitchen at the Vineyard, and the way he looked at her…she was blown away. She couldn't imagine a guy loving her daughter that much. But he did. And Rory had the same feelings.
"Hey, did Rory just leave?" Luke came in. It startled Lorelai; she hadn't heard him enter from the back door.
"Oh yeah. She left." She returned her gaze to the door, smiling slightly.
"What's wrong? You seem a bit…off."
"Me? Nah. I'm just…She's getting old. My baby's a woman."
"I happen to remember you declaring that two years ago."
"Yes, well, that was in jest."
"Ah. C'mon." He wrapped his arms around Lorelai and led her back into the kitchen.
Rory arrived at the apartment, jittered. She was so excited to tell Logan that they were going to get married. She looked at the green numbers on the microwave. 11:32. Shoot. Logan could very well be asleep. She walked over to the couch, because although the sheets were turned over and rustled and everything, he wasn't in it. Oddly, he wasn't on the couch either.
"Oh my gosh," she whispered under her breath. Where was he? Her heart was about to fail when she felt hands crawl across her waist. She jumped a bit, but then knew by the shape of the chin that rested in her neck was Logan. Gosh, she loved that chin. Even if Paris did think it was like a fourth Bee Gee.
"I'm here, Ace," he whispered in her ear. She turned around to see Logan clad in sports pants and a gray T-shirt.
"Hi." She curled her fingers against his chest.
"Hey." The stood in silence for a few minutes.
"Yes," Rory said softly, still looking at her hands, now drawing circles on his shirt.
"What?"
"I'll marry you." She held the same voice level and same gaze. Then she slowly looked up at his brown eyes. He smirked. "Okay, now is not the time to-" She was cut off by an incredible, passionate kiss. She smiled against his lips. "What about the honeymoon?" she said jokingly.
"We can start early."
Rory awoke, strong arms rested on her naked stomach. She noted, for the zillionenth time, how well their bodies fit together. She tilted her head up to see a sleeping Logan. She loved how his hair was ruffled more than usual, how his lips were perfectly pressed together, how his neck just, well, looked. It reminded her of the night, er, very early morning, before Logan left for London. When they had just sat in bed, and he had woken up. She could feel him jolt from under her and it woke her up too. She didn't show it, just kept her head lying on his arm. Rory felt his gaze on her, felt his hand begin to stroke her light brown hair. She thought it was so amazing that he did that. She appreciated moments like those, moments like when he rubs his fingers across her arm when they're watching a movie. Moments like the one she was having, just looking up at him and trying to memorize every detail of his face. She tucked her head back down, which woke him. Gosh, he was a light sleeper.
"Hey." Rory looked at him deeply. "What?"
"I finally understand what Sarah in 'The Little Princess' was doing."
"I've never seen that movie." Rory gasped.
"Oh my god! You're missing out! It's heartfelt, it's sad, it's poetic." Logan rolled his eyes.
"Oh no."
"What?"
"Every time I say, 'I haven't seen that movie,' you insist on going out and buying it, then sitting me down and doing a marathon of said movie."
"But this movie deserves it!"
"Okay, but if we watch can we please keep it down to three viewings? After the whole 'Woman Under The Influence' fiasco, I'm nearly movied out."
"Movied out? Now that's a new one." Logan rolls his eyes.
"You need coffee." Rory gaped.
"Did Logan Huntzberger just say that? Because I have to say, the last time I told you I needed coffee, you said, and I quote, 'You drink too much. You need to cut back.'" Logan gets up, pulling his boxers on. He leans over and kisses her softly.
"You think too much." As he left to go make coffee, she gazed after him, thinking, God, he has a good butt.
Logan was home alone. Rory was out, buying tons of presents that she had put off buying. He had scoffed when she was freaking out, he couldn't blame her. He still hadn't found the perfect ring. He had looked all over, New York, Boston, Hartford, everywhere. He sighed and ran a hand through his tousled hair. Okay. He needed a plan. And that plan was…he got nothing. He finally just threw on his leather jacket and got into his car, not really knowing where he was going. Man, it always seemed so easier with the dresses.
He came to a tiny town about 30 minutes away from New Haven. He looked beyond and saw a sign, "Stars Hollow". Oh my god, he thought. This is Rory's town. Logan had never been there. With last year, her mom, then all of Rory's and his turbulence, then Logan being shipped off. But he had heard Rory talk about. Logan started driving around through. He spotted a jewelry store. Not exactly Tiffany's. But then, all of Tiffany's things were, well, just too much for Rory. She wanted simplicity. He knew that. Logan sighed. He had nothing to lose.
He walked in. A scrawny-looking guy with a short, awkward brown haircut sat behind the counter. "Can I help you?" He had a deep voice.
"Um, yes, I was looking for a ring. I've looked everywhere. New York, Hartford. So I just stumbled upon this quaint little setting." Logan gave the odd man his fabulous smirk.
"I see, well. Any particular type?"
"Engagement."
"Oh. I see. Yep," The man laced his hands together and stretched his arms out, popping his bony fingers. "Yeah, I was trying to find out what kind of ring to buy my girlfriend, Lulu, but nothing really caught my eye. You know…" The man leaned into Logan. "I have quite a collection of rings. See, I befriend old ladies and they give me they jewelry." Logan wrinkled his eyebrows.
"Um, for the store?"
"No this is an independent business." Logan nodded.
"I see. Well, I'll just see in here." He pointed to the glass case.
"Are you sure? These babies are quite nice. I even sold one."
"Quite an accomplishment."
"I think so. I've had many independent businesses, but none as successful as the rings. Hey, how often do you slip in your tub?" Logan laughed. Then something caught his eye.
"Wait a minute." He looked down. There it was, the absolute perfect ring. It was very simple. It had a white gold band, with a small, single diamond in the center. He loved it. "I'll take that."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay. This isn't exactly our top seller, but-"
"I want it."
"Alright." The man rang him up. And the way out, Logan paused.
"What's your name again, sir?"
"That'd be Kirk. Kirk, spelled K-R-I-K. No wait, sorry. That's K-I-R-K. Also, if you ever need anything, I sell many hand household items. And I'm a darn good worker. I have as many references as you want. Oh yeah, and deep pockets." Logan could hardly stop himself from laughing. The man, Kirk, was just too much small town charm.
"I'll defiantly put that into consideration." Logan exited the store and began his way down the sidewalk. He hadn't gone far before a very blunt (at least to him) sign appeared. Luke's Diner. He smiled. Well, this is defiantly a classic day.
Logan walked into the building, the little bell ringing. Luke looked up from taking an order from a balding man with a gray beard and a crème colored sweater that looked like it had been pressed so it could be perfect way too many times.
"Now, Luke. Its two days before Christmas. Would it kill you to put up a little tinsel? Maybe mistletoe?" Luke pointed to a table for Logan to sit down, then held up his index finger, like saying, "Hold on." Then he returned his glare at Sweater Man.
"Taylor, no way."
"Luke, this is insane."
"Yeah, well so are you. So you should be quite comfortable in this position."
"No wisecracks young man."
"You know what Taylor, I say no. Now if you're going to pester me about this, I don't want to have to reenact the flying frying pan of 2005?" Sweater Man pursed his lips, then took a stubborn sip of his coffee. Luke came over to Logan.
"Logan? Why are you in Stars Hollow?" Luke crossed his arms.
"Had to buy a ring for Rory."
"Oh yeah, she told me about that. So, you proposed." Logan shifted in his seat. He was a little nervous- okay, he was shaking in his boots- of this lumberjack man standing before him.
"Yep."
"Can I see the ring? I need to, ya know, approve it."
"Sure." Logan dug into the purple bag, hoping Luke's opinion will be good. Because most likely, if he thinks Rory won't like it, then there's a good chance she won't like it. Luke opened the box.
"Ah, very nice. Where'd you get it?" Yes!
"Oh, just down the street. Um, a man named Kirk worked there."
"Good old Kirk." He examined the ring some more, then set it down on the table. "I remember when I gave Lorelai her ring."
"Yeah? Where did you buy it?"
"Well, see, Kirk has this collection of rings…"
A/N: I wanted to make up for the incredibly short chapter I posted earlier. I know how annoying it is to read a short chapter and be like, "What, no more?" Trust me, I feel your pain. Wow, four pages on Microsoft Word.