A/N: Okay, I gotta get organized. Anyway, thank you sooo much to everyone who reviewed. I'm ecstatic that people like my writing. And sorry that it took so long, I was at my friend's house for a while watching Gilmore Girls (we're both avid fans) and helping her clean out her basement. So here it is…BTW- Spoilers, next, so if you're anti-spoiler, just skip to the story.

Okay- It is heard that Marty is coming back, along with some new friends and some love interest(s). But don't worry, because Logan's in 15 of 22 episodes and is in the last 3 episodes, so that speaks volumes as far as I'm concerned.

"Hi, Mom." Emily Gilmore sighed.

"Lorelai, its Christmas."

"Yes, Mom, I know. That's why there's a wreath on your door."

"Everyone knows that if you greet someone on a holiday, then you are to approach them with the traditional greeting of said holiday. For example, you should have said, 'Merry Christmas.'"

"Well, would you like me to redo the entire thing? We could even add a song and tap solo and turn into a Broadway show. You know, Jesus Christ Superstar: Christmas Edition." Emily rolled her eyes at her daughter's offbeat humor.

"Come in." She waved the four in, her face lighting up at the youngest twosome.

"Logan, Rory, so wonderful you could join us. I know you must have been busy."

"It's fine Grandma," Rory said.

"And Logan, great for you to fly in. How's London?" Emily led them into the living room, where Richard sat reading a newspaper.

"It's alright. Few new buildings up, but its London."

"Great." Emily stared at her husband. "Richard, it's so very impolite to sit and read while everyone around you is trying to enjoy conversation." Richard sat it down.

"Well, what do you suppose I do, Emily?"

"You could make the drinks."

"Alright then." Emily's society smile reappeared on her face, and she nestled herself in her usual chair. "Anyway, the last time I was in London, I visited Scotland. Have you ever been to Scotland, Logan?"

"Um, yeah, I've been there a few times."

"Oh, they have the most wonderful coats. Sheepskin, too." Richard walked over, distributing the drinks.

"Two gin martinis, a McKellen neat, and a white wine for the Mrs." Richard skillfully said the last part, sitting casually afterward. Lorelai jumped in.

"Mrs.?" Emily and Richard looked surprised.

"What?"

"You said, 'Mrs.', Dad."

"I did not."

"You did, too."

"Lorelai, this is very immature. If I did, then I am sorry." There were a few seconds before Emily had to bring up the topic once again.

"Actually, your father and I were meaning to ask you two. What are your future plans?" Rory shifted in her seat, uncomfortable. She was so thankful that she hadn't told them. Today, especially.

"Um, Grandma, must we talk about this here?"

"Well, I was just curious."

"Curiosity will kill you, Mom," Lorelai piped.

"What?"

"You know, curiosity killed the cat."

"You're comparing me to a cat? A feline?"

"No, I was just saying-"

"Lorelai. Cat's lick themselves."

"Mom, I-"

"And they eat from a bowl."

"Not always."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ever seen those really snooty, rich cat-food commercials? They eat from a plate on the table."

"They furry."

"And cute."

"I'm not furry and cute."

"Wow, that was hilarious to hear you say that. I'm serious. Can I go back and get a tapeplayer, and then you can say that again?"
Emily pursed her lips and sipped her drink.

Rory slumped in the couch of their apartment. "Okay, I have made a decision. We are never telling them." Logan chuckled and sat down beside her.

"I think they'll know when we get married."

"We won't tell them about the wedding."

"But then you do realize that every time, every single time, we go over there they will interrogate us until we finally crack?"

"They didn't tonight."

"Well thankfully you're mother jumped in and made Emily say furry and cute, which I will cherish and imagine her saying any time she gets particularly annoying. But your mom isn't going to be there every time."

"Okay, you know what? You take everything I say way to seriously."

"And to think, a while ago it was you who was in my position." Rory rolled her eyes and kissed, silencing him for the moment. Logan stopped after a second, very reluctantly because he could think of so many other reasons to carry on.

"Rory, its still Christmas." She cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh no, you're pulling an Emily."

"No, I was just saying, we haven't exactly finished our day." Rory formed an "o" with her mouth. Logan bended back behind the couch, reaching for the small gold-wrapped present located there that he had put earlier that morning. He thought for sure she would have noticed it, but he couldn't be right all the time. "Here you go." He presented the gift casually, as if handing a pair of clean socks from the dryer.

"Oh, wow." She tore it carefully, staying true to her Rory self, neat and tidy, and came to an aqua blue box that read "Tiffany & Co." on the top.

"Now, I may not have found your ring at Tiffany, but I did find something else."

"Wait, then where did you get my ring?" She expected it to be from somewhere grand and elegant and so very, very expensive.

"Isn't there something that says its bad luck to tell your fiancé where she got her ring?"

"Tell me."

"Why?"

"Logan, if you don't I won't kiss you for a day."

"I got it Stars Hollow."

"That worked? Man I should try that more often." Logan had to agree- that was the most effective way to get him to release any information or do something or anything in general. "But anyway, wow, you got it in Stars Hollow. You've never even been to Stars Hollow. Wow."

"I have to admit I like it. Oh, and what's up with that Kirk fellow?"

"Kirk is…well…um, he's Kirk."

"He seems like the kind of person that you can only describe by using his name. Now, go on, open your present." Rory carefully opened the flap. Inside sat a gorgeous platinum necklace, with a drop pendant and diamonds. It was perfect.

"Oh my god, it's wonderful, I love it. Thank you." He smiled back at her, happy to see her happy. That was his number one goal in life right now and after that to remember to breath.

Unfortunately, the day's bliss soon ended. Two days later, Logan was back on the plane. He had assured Rory (and himself) that he would be back in about three weeks. Logan crossed his fingers, praying to God that his father would be a little compassionate. Logan wondered to himself over whether or not Mitchum would approve. He had never actually said he was against him and Rory's relationship. And he thought that maybe he even liked Rory a little bit. But no matter what his father said, Logan would have control over his life in this department. No more talking about it, he was going for the gold.

A/N: Alright. So, I'm trying to keep up-to-date with everything, and I really wish that I could get chapters out sooner, but I have another excuse (wow, shocker) because I was at my friend's house for five days and couldn't get cracking. So sorry, and keep your fingers crossed that nothing comes up. Thanks! P.S.- This time we're shooting for twenty reviews!