Ahh, Another chapter done. So sorry for the long long wait! But I was caught up with other things, like vacations. And I know that this will probably suck, but yes, I have another vacation, which means that I can't post the next chapter until August.

Disclaimer-I disclaim anything associated with Gilmore Girls, because as far as I'm concerned, that show is going down faster then an anvil. Except for the hot hot hot Gilmore Guys. Even though they are starting to fall too, with all the horrible drama going on. WHY CAN'T LORELAI AND LUKE JUST BE TOGETHER! The same question is posed toward Rory and Logan. And Rory and Tristin. And Rory and Jess. And Rory and-JUST STOP ME NOW! There are too many choices for Rory's perfect boyfriend! Except Dean. Anyone who likes Dean is not a friend of mine. Anyone who likes Jared Padalecki, however...giggles.

No, this is not a Trogan. As the chapters continue, Tristin will fade out and Logan will be all in...I hope. I'm worried that I'm using Tristin as a dividers between events.

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Logan entered Finn's house. As usual it was a mess. There were toy cars and discarded papers everywhere. He could hear giggles coming from the living room. Peeking in from the small foyer, Logan saw two of Finn's boys, Miles and Deacon, eating sandwiches and watching a cartoon.

"Logan!" Sawyer, the youngest boy, with his mother's red hair, had spotted him, "DAAD! LOGAN'S HEEERE!" He then walked into the living room and took half of the sandwich Miles had offered him.

"Sawyer! What did I say about screaming?" Jill Morgan came out, wearing an apron, and not much else. She didn't seem to care though, this far in her pregnancy when everything made her either really hot or cold.

"Hey Jill," Logan smiled, "What's the verdict? Another football player for Finn?"

"I don't play American football, Logan mate," Finn said, coming as if out of nowhere, a little frazzled, "Jill, I thought you were going for a walk with Maggie?"

"I was, but it seems so cold out," Jill said, sighing, "Plus I get worried when the boys are alone with you. The house is enough of a mess," She gestured to the hallway overrun with newspapers and Tonka trucks.

Finn pecked her on the cheek and embraced her, his hand on her tummy, "Baby's kicking, Logan,"

"It's going to be a girl this time," Jill said to Finn, "I can't take another little boy who leaves the toilet seat up,"

"I haven't done that in a long time!" One of the boys yelled from the living room, scandalized

"I was referring to your father!" Jill yelled back, smiling, "Baby-sit my husband while I go jogging with a friend, will you Logan?" She asked

"Anything for Logan Jr.," Logan said, smiling.

"Ha ha. No." Jill said, putting on a coat, "I'm going to go next door, where Maggie is,"

"I'll walk you over, dear. Logan, watch them. They're like pack rats," Finn warned, helping his wife out.

Logan nodded. It had come as a surprise to all of them that Finn was getting married. To the lovely Jill Baker, who he still seemed very much in love with, was a good choice. Finn had played the wild child part to perfection in college, but now he was 'Big Daddy' and loved every bit of it.

Colin had gotten married a few years ago as well. He and Paris were expecting a boy in the fall and their little girl was toddling around, babbling about her da-da and ma-ma.

Logan felt he hadn't changed though. Colin was living the life his father had planned for him. Marry a socialite, get heir, work ass off on family business. Finn was the opposite.

Finn had never been from money. His brother, Thad, however, was a multi-billionaire and paid for all of Finn's education. Then Jill had come along and wowed Finn with her mysterious red hair and big brown eyes that Finn loved. They had a large family, a mortgage on their house, and Finn was happier then he had been with the numerous girls in college that were after his brother's well earned money.

Deacon was the oldest, and Logan's godchild. Or was he Colin's and Logan's was Miles? It was confusing at times with the two of them looking so alike. At least Logan knew Sawyer was Sawyer because of his distinctive red hair while the other two were more mops of reddish brown.

"Hey what's up, little men?" Logan asked, high fiving green eyed Deacon.

"Not much," Miles said, smiling, "Daddy says that I can get a dog when our brother's five,"

"I thought Sawyer was eight?" Logan asked, confused. He knew Deacon was definitely twelve and Miles was ten.

"He is," Deacon said, "Miles means our new brother,"

"I thought the sonogram said girl?" Logan asked

"It's been wrong three times," Deacon said wryly, "This time, Mom didn't even want to know the sex, but Dad found out and told us it was a boy. Mom just says girl in hope for a girl,"

"Sounds like Jill," Logan smiled, "How's Finn taking the pregnancy?"

"He likes to go out every Friday night with Colin and drink beer," Miles said

"He did that before Mom was pregnant," Deacon said, rolling his eyes, "Dad's not getting a lot of sleep and Mommy's always hungry,"

"Sounds like Jill's in her third trimester to me," Logan commented

"Plus Dad and Mom are worried about Aunt Rory," Sawyer said, "She's dating a man,"

All three boys giggled like mad.

"Actually," Logan smiled, "Rory is dating yours truly,"

"No," Sawyer said, astonished

"No way in hell!" Deacon added

"Strong language from an eleven year old," Logan warned, smiling

"I'm back!" Finn yelled, slamming the door. Everyone was quiet and Finn frowned,

"Logan what'd you tell them? Which story and was I naked?"

"No stories this time," Logan smiled, "I have to go, I'll be late for my date. I really only came to let you know that I'm dating a very hot number,"

"Oh yeah?" Finn asked

The boys snickered and he whipped around to them and back to Logan,

"And the little men know this woman? That narrows it down,"

"We're not little!" Sawyer yelled

"Yes, and it's a secret," Logan said, looking pointedly at them, "Be good boys,"

He handed them each a five dollar bill, and knew Finn wouldn't dare do the same. Jill was like a panther when it came to bribery. The boys were like Swiss banks though. You could tell them anything, as long as you paid up.

"Gotta go," Logan tousled Sawyer's hair, and walked off, beaming.

He decided then that he wanted happiness over an endless string of girls.

"Paris, do I look okay?" Rory was wearing jeans with a hole in them and a tank top, her hair blown dried straight. She put on a dark blue sweater at the last moment and Paris looked boredly at her

"Why are you so nervous on some date with DuGrey? He's wanted to bed you since Chilton, I doubt he cares what you look like,"

"Well," Rory put an earring in, looking in the mirror to make sure her hair was perfect, "Do you want me to spend another night with you and Doyle?"

"Have fun!" Paris said, eating another chip and reading the newspaper again, "And I'd wear sneakers instead of heels with these jeans. More sensible,"

Rory smiled and took Paris' opinion. She had a feeling that Tristin was going to take her dancing and she wanted to be as comfortable as possible. Salsa. Rory felt like the salsa tonight.

Someone knocked three times on the door, five minutes after the scheduled time. Rory would've been happy with another minute, and stabbed herself in the earlobe twice before getting the hoop in. Stumbling to the door, she opened it to find Tristin smiling.


"I'll wait three minutes, Mary," He said, holding out three bouquets, "One for Rory, one for Mary, and one for my date,"

"Thank you," Rory said, "No roses huh?"

"I like to be my own man," Tristin said, smiling, "I got Rory the yellow daisies, because she seems like she wants nothing more then to read in a daisy field. I got Mary the daffodils, because they seem very innocent like her, but still full of beauty. And my date got sunflowers because that's her favorite flower,"

"Please stop referring to me as three people, Tris," Rory smiled, albeit pleased at the attention he was befalling on her.

"Paris," Rory took a deep breath, looking in the mirror, "This is my first actual date with a man since my husband died. How do I look?"

Paris looked at her, "Where you going?"

"Probably somewhere fancy where he'll order the most expensive champagne," Rory said, putting her hair up and trying different poses,"

"Do I know the man?"

"We went to Yale with him," Rory said, smiling, "I believe he and you are personally acquainted

Paris frowned, "Does Colin know him?"

Rory shrugged, though she knew that answer perfectly well. Paris stood up in shock.

"Rory, Marty? Really? He's so-" She wrinkled her face, "normal. You've always liked the bad boys with a sweet side,"

"That is not true," Rory said, putting on a pair of diamond earrings. The same ones that Logan had given to her for their second anniversary. She hoped he would notice.

"Let's review," Paris said, "Dean,"

"He wasn't a bad boy," Rory said, laughing

"Oh? So he didn't have an affair?" Paris smiled, and Rory sighed, nodding. "I rest my case," She walked to Rory's other side, "Jess,"

"He cleaned up," Rory defended, "He's got his own bookshop, and a girlfriend. They're pretty serious, last I heard,"

"But when you were his girlfriend, he left you to go to California,"

"Fine," Rory sighed

"Then Logan," Paris said, "The boy that sunk his yacht,"

"Then Tristin," Rory smiled, "He was a lieutenant when we met and didn't do a single bad thing,"

"But in high school, he stole money, money that he didn't need," Paris said thoughtfully, "And he killed himself to save other people, disregarding what you said,"

Rory got a little mad at that,

"He would've died either way, Paris. And it's not Marty," She slipped the other earring in and the doorbell rang, signaling Logan's arrival.

Paris grinned and ran toward the door. Rory tried to stop her, but she had already flung it open. Logan was at the other side, holding a bouquet of different sorts of flowers.

"Paris? Does Colin know that his pregnant wife who's supposed to be on bedrest is opening doors and terrorizing her best friend? I would think that would be very harmful to a baby,"

"Exactly," Rory said, smiling, "Go lie down on the couch and Scout's around here somewhere in case you need something,"

"Don't tell Colin where I am," Paris hissed to Logan, "He's such a baby,"

Rory closed the door, lips threatening to start laughing. Logan looked at the door and shuddered.

"Probably not a good time to tell her that Colin's coming, huh?"

"How'd he figure it out?" Rory asked, laughing

"He put a marker in Paris' Palm Pilot that works as a GPS system," Logan said, smiling and handed her the flowers, "I didn't get any sunflowers,"

"But sunflowers are my favorite," Rory said, confused, "You know that,"

"Scout kinda scared me off of sunflowers, after-" Logan gestured to her door, "The vase with the really old flower,"

"What?" Rory asked, "Logan, that's a flower that Finn gave me. I just like sunflowers and whenever I get another one, I put it in that vase. And Finn gave me the flower because I had rushed Jill to the hospital and it turned out that she had Braxton Hicks, about two weeks ago,"

Rory reopened the door and Logan saw, sure enough that there was a new flower in it, this one looking in much better shape.

"Next time, sunflowers," Logan said, cheerfully

"Next time, don't listen to my boys," Rory said, smiling, "Scout's still a bit overprotective of his mother,"

"Why wouldn't he be?" Logan asked, "She's a looker," They both laughed and walked into the car

"We are going to?" Rory asked, looking at Logan

"Some cafe," Logan shrugged, smiling, "I know a few nice places in Soho,"

"Where are we going, Tristin?" Rory asked

"Picnic," Tristin smiled, driving his Jeep, "I have bread, wine, pasta, and cake-coffee cake, don't worry," He winked and she blushed, smiling

"There are ants there, you know," Rory said, looking at the patches of grass they were passing by.


"I don't think so," Tristin said thoughtfully, parking in front of the harbor, "Never heard of ants on a boat," He grinned at Rory's look of awe, "I take it, you want to eat first then sail, Miss Gilmore?"


"Are you kidding?" Rory asked, "Totally sail first! Then eat!"

"Yes, Captain Gilmore," Tristin teased, pulling out the basket and Rory grinned

"Captain Gilmore? I could get used to that," She laughed, "Which boat is yours?"

"That one," Tristin said, pointing to a motorboat that wasn't small nor giant in size. It seemed exactly right and Tristin had named it-much to Rory's amusement-MARY.

"She's gorgeous, huh?" Tristin asked, smiling, untying the boat as Rory boarding, giggling.

"Whoa," Rory said, looking at the water as it became darker, with the sun setting, "Tristin, are you sure you know how to get back?"

"Well, I was thinking about killing the engine and just staying here til morning," Tristin said, shrugging, "There's a nice bed down there and we still have some wine,"

"You're right," Rory smiled, "I can take the bed, and you can take the water. It looks comfy, huh?"

"Cute," Tristin said, laughing, "But seriously, I do have enough food to live out here for a few days,"


"Have you done that before?" Rory asked

"Once, but my mother called around midnight, so that doesn't really count," Tristin admitted, "And I don't have enough gas for us to do that routine for right now, anyway,"

"This was a nice first date, Tristin," Rory admitted

"Let's hope there's more," He said, smiling, "First is just the beginning, Mary,"

Rory woke up the next morning, all smiles. She felt a body next to hers, and panicked, the endings of last night a little fuzzy. Pulling down the cover, she saw that Allie was curled up into a little ball, snoring.

"Holden Atticus DuGrey," Rory laughed and kissed him on the forehead, relieved it wasn't Logan. She got out, and pulled on her robe, smiling like a loony.

Scout was in the kitchen, sipping a mug of coffee. Seeing his mother, he held out a mug to her, smiling stonily.

"What is it now?" Rory asked, not in the mood for guessing games, "Is it still Logan?"

"How do know he's not just a rebound?" Scout asked, after a long pause. Rory could tell he was struggling with his feelings.

"I don't know," Rory shrugged, smiling, "Logan has this ability to make me smile. Your dad did too. I guess I just missed waking up in the morning with a smile like this," She laughed, unable to help herself

"He's not Dad, Mom!" Scout burst out before he could help himself. Looking down, the young boy sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm just-" Scout took a deep breath,

"Scout Heathcliff DuGrey," Rory was unable to speak for a long moment, just looking at her ashamed son. Scout was staring at the ground, not really wanting to talk.

"Look Mom, can I just go?" He asked, "I'm going to the park," He held up his cell, tucking it in his pocket before leaving. Rory sighed, putting his mug in the dishwasher before wiping away a few tears.

"Tristin," She mumbled, staring at a picture of Tristin with Scout and Allie, grinning like a maniac, "I'm not replacing you, am I?" She stroked the border of the frame, biting her lip, "Was it the right thing to do? Getting together with Logan?"

"Mommy," Allie was standing at her doorframe, adjusting to the morning, "Daddy told me to do what makes me happy," He said simply, "I remember that," Yawning, the little boy trod over to the couch and turned on the TV, watching The Fairly Oddparents, upside down.

"Logan does make me happy," Rory said, smiling again. Her eyes fell on a picture of her from Yale with the "gang."

Finn and Jill were in the center, Jill's tummy bloated with Deacon inside. Colin was carrying Paris on his back and she was laughing-that was the first time Rory had ever been shocked of a picture with Paris in it-due to the fact that Colin had sedated her a few minutes before, with the worry that she was going to snap from the tension of finals. Logan was giving Finn rabbit ears and Rory was on the other side, laughing at something, looking at Logan with that same beatific smile on her face.

With that, Rory made up her mind. She grabbed her keys and glanced at Allie, hesitating. It was a well known rule to never leave Allie behind. However Allie hadn't had his three bowls of Cocoa Puffs yet and he was hell to deal with before that, not to mention incredibly slow and messy. Groaning, Rory dropped her keys back on the counter.

She would usually call him, but Scout wasn't picking up his phone and Rory knew full well why. That meant someone had to get him.

Rory didn't trust her neighbors with Scout, Paris was in house confinement after Colin had basically dragged her home, and Finn had to be on Jill-Alert, not to mention the three boys. This was probably the first sucky thing that Rory had thought about Paris and Jill both expecting in the same week since she discovered the news. Her mother was all the way in Stars Hollow with Luke, and it was their week with April.

That left either work or Logan. Work didn't like Scout after he shorted the electricity by accident. There was Jess, and even though he got along the best with Scout of all males-not counting dead ones and Luke-he did have a life separate of Rory, with Christiana. Plus the whole living in California thing.

Logan was left and she knew that Scout disliked the man. However, no one could deal with Allie in the mornings except his mother and father. That was the reason after all, that four nannies had quit after a week with the loving Allie.

Rory sighed and dialed, biting her lip. Half of her wanted him to answer and the other half wanted him to go to voice mail.

"Hey Ace," Logan greeted, smiling, "I was thinking about calling you, seeing if you wanted to go for a picnic in the park?"

"Well, that sounds nice," Rory said, "And under normal circumstances, I would, but-" She hesitated

"Rory?" Logan said, teasing her

"I need a favor," Rory blurted out, "Scout's at Washington Square Park and I have to stay here with Allie. He's really steamed and I'm worried about him,"

"Say no more," Logan smiled, "I'll go grab the short guy and drag him home," Logan hung up, putting his coat on, and checking for his keys and wallet.

Rory was tired after a long day at work. Falling into the bed, she curled up into a little ball, waiting for sleep to come and claim her.

"Hey Mary, looking good," Said a familiar voice, one Rory hadn't heard in weeks

"Tristin!" She screamed, astonished to see him, "Oh my god!" She ran over, hugging him "How did?"


"Flirting with the deployment officer gets you extra vacation days," Tristin said, laughing, "How's my little guy doing in there?" He asked, patting her tummy, "Got a name yet?"


"Yes," She smiled, "Atticus Darcy,"


"No," Tristin laughed, "Are you aware of your unusual love of To Kill a Mockingbird and literary buff dudes? Our last kid was named Scout Heathcliff, after all,"

"Which you tolerated, because Heathcliff was a tortured soul," Rory pointed out, "So that made him manly,"

"No, it made the name sound better, considering that Scout is the name of a girl," Tristin said, grinning, "Let me pick this time, babe,"

"Fine, but we're keeping Atticus," Rory said, "I like Atticus," She smiled, her eyes glazed and Tristin laughed

"I bet you do, Mary," He teased, "And for the record, I was thinking about Holden. That guy helped me through some stuff in military school,"

"Atticus Holden," Rory said thoughtfully, "I like it," She laughed and kissed him again, "Will you be here again in five months?" She asked

"Rory," Tristin smiled, "I'm home for two years before they ship me off again,"

Rory screamed so loudly that Scout came running. He smiled too, seeing his father and ran to hug the man that had visited them five times only.

"Hey Mr. Scout," Tristin said, smiling, "Daddy's home, and Daddy's staying here for two whole years,"

"Daddy," Scout said, as if he couldn't believe it, "My daddy's back,"

Logan had looked all over Washington Square, unable to find Scout. He frowned and walked into the shops and places circling it, asking people about Scout. As he passed an alley, he spotted a boy with spiked blond hair with a couple of friends, all huddled together.

Logan walked closer, and it was clear as day, Rory's Scout. Also, he could see Deacon, oddly enough. There was smoke in the middle of the huddle and Logan's eyes turned wide. He rushed toward them, and the young kids jumped. One boy had a joint and stomped it on the ground running. Scout and Deacon stayed still, nervous. Logan spotted a flash of paper behind Deacon's back and grabbed it. PLAYBOY, the cover crowed, showing a lovely looking woman, baring almost all her glory.

Logan scoffed, "Goddammit. You two are eleven! Eleven," He sighed,

"I'm twelve and it wasn't pot," Deacon said quietly, "Just a regular cigarette," He and Scout were looking at the ground.

"That's supposed to make it better?" Logan asked, "Who the hell gives an twelve year old a cigarette?" He glared at them, frowning, "Go on!"

Deacon sighed, "One of our friend's stole one of his dad's cigarettes and magazines. We just-"

"Just what?" Logan asked, "Wanted to see what it tasted like? What it felt like to be a smoker?"

"We didn't take a smoke," Deacon added, "Just looked at the pictures,"

"Promise me?" Logan asked, looking at Deacon, "You're like a son to me, Deacon,"

"I promise," Deacon said

Logan bent near his mouth, "Open your mouth, kid,"

Deacon sighed and Logan took a whiff. Enough to know that the kid had smoked.

"How about you, Scout? Going to lie to me too?" Logan asked, angry

Scout opened his mouth and Logan smelled it, surprised when there was mostly mouthwash and coffee. Sort of like his mother's.

"Scout didn't take a smoke," Deacon said, defending his friend, "He was just mad about something,"

Scout nodded, looking at Logan, eyes glossy.

"Get in the car," Logan said, still angry, "Now!" Deacon jumped and scurried over

Scout looked at him, regarding Logan carefully, "What the hell-" He said, enunciating each word,"-does she see in you?"

"What?" Logan asked, upset

Scout sighed, "I don't like Deacon's friends. I think they're dumb, but I like them better then a man that's trying to push me out,"

Logan stopped him, confused,

"Scout, what?" He asked, "Push you out?"

Scout sighed, "I'm the one who talks to Mom when she's worried about something. I'm the one who's supposed to cheer her up. I'm supposed to be Allie's hero. And I think that you are a nice man Logan, but we already lost a dad I loved very much and I don't know if I could bring myself to love you as well, when you'll leave us too, or make me leave, in the hopes of getting the perfect family. Only need one son, after all, huh?" Scout asked

"Now I could use a smoke," Logan sighed, "Scout, my dad hates me. Thinks I should rot in hell. I'm not lying," Logan said, "I always wanted a dad that played football with me and took notice of me,"

Scout nodded, understanding

"Rory was the first girl and only girl I've ever loved so much that I could imagine a future where I was the dad I wanted to be," Logan smiled, "Still do, you know? But I don't plan on leaving your mother ever again. Not after London," He sighed

"I know about London," Scout said softly, "Mom told me when she first met you. Now she hardly tells me anything,"

"Talk to Rory then," Logan said simply, "I'm pretty sure she doesn't mean half the things she does," He walked ahead of Scout who had a tiny smile on his face

"Hey Logan!" Scout yelled, smiling

Logan turned around

"Wanna play ball next week?" He asked, "I've been meaning to throw around the old pigskin with someone since Bobby went to Canada,"

"Why not?" Logan laughed, "I think this is going to be a decent day after all," He breathed a sigh, "Just hope Jill isn't too upset,"

"I'll walk home," Scout offered, smiling, "You talk to Jill. I'm already scared of her,"

"And you think I'm not?" Logan asked

"She'll probably unleash her fury on Deacon, Logan," Scout said, "You had nothing to do with it, and I'll tell my mother what happened today. Including the Deacon thing," He added.

"Be safe, kid," Logan said, laughing and getting into the car with a quiet Deacon next to him, looking at the ground.

The car drove off and Deacon looked up in the sky sighing.

"That's the first time I've ever liked that guy, Dad," Scout said thoughtfully,

-Just came back, saw this atrocious mistake and thank reviewers for pointing it out! Next one should be up by Monday!