"I'll take the boys home, Rory," Logan offered, noticing that Allie was curled up asleep on one of the hospital chairs, while Scout was trying to hide his yawns.

Rory smiled, "Thanks, Logan, but I think you should be here, for Finn," She sighed,

"I just need some air," Logan mumbled, "I can't stand being in a hospital for more then two hours since-" He looked at her significantly, "You know?"

She nodded, "Parachuting out of a plane stinking drunk will do that to a person," She rubbed his arm, "You can take Allie, and I think Finn probably wants Sawyer home too. Just there's no one to watch them and I doubt Scout's going to want to leave,"

She cocked her head, where Scout was looking at a pretty nurse that had Baywatch like qualities.

"She's having the baby!" Finn ran into the waiting room, breathless. Rory jumped.

"Finn! Don't run," She said, mothering him.

"I gotta go back and help Jilly," Finn laughed, "You watch Sawyer, yeah? And pray for a girl!" He jumped, and ran back, still a bundle of excitement.

"Mommy, does that mean we can go?" Allie asked, rubbing his eyes.

"No, babe," Rory said, "Just a little while longer, Finn'll get that kid out of Jill, we're going to hang around, and then leave,"

"Colin got to leave," Allie said

"Yeah," Logan added

Rory sighed, "Colin has two babies at home," She smiled, "Why don't you get some ice cream with Allie and Sawyer?" She suggested, "There's a Baskin Robbins across the street,"

"Sure," Logan looked happy at the prospect of leaving the hospital, even if it was only for a half hour or so,"

Rory hung up her purple phone. Staring at it for a few seconds, she struggled to not cry. Deciding it was fruitless, she lay back, stuffing her face in her pillow and letting out long strangled sobs.

It had been two months since he left. How his blond hair stuck up in the wind and his eyes would wink suggestively at her were still fresh memories in her mind. They both knew that they wouldn't see the other for a long time. At least not until Christmas, but Rory had never thought that it would come to this.

She walked over and got a brand new cardboard box. This was her new box for her latest break-up, even if it wasn't his or her fault. She wrote his name on the side, before looking around, chucking things that reminded her of him.

The stuffed pink pony he had won for her at a carnival in Martha's Vineyard. Pictures among pictures were thrown in there, for Rory had pictures of him everywhere, so he wouldn't be easily forgotten. A razor and his Jetsons toothbrush were seized from the bathroom, along with some of the hair gel that he used to make his messy hair look messy.

Anniversary presents, ticket stubs, and a few flowers she had saved between pages of her favorite book-as a memento were tossed quickly without a second look. Rory wanted to get past the wallowing stage as fast as possible. But even she knew it would be months before she worked up the ability to want to date another man besides the one that she had fallen so hard for.

The dress he had given her on their sort-of first date. Rory smiled. It had still fit her, even after two years. He was an old romantic at heart, even if he claimed to be a playboy. She was his first love, and selfish as it may be, she wanted to be his only.

The break up was mutual, blaming it on London and how far apart they were from each other. Rory sighed and picked up one of the pictures. In it, the blond boy was pecking her on the cheek and she was laughing, looking at him in full adoration. He had the same look. Only, adoration didn't fit quite as well as 'in love'.

"Oh Logan," She sighed, sobbing again.

Tristin DuGrey came along roughly seven months after the entity that was Logan left her life.

"It's a boy!" Finn yelled, running back to her, laughing, "Jill's just delivering the dead one too with the other crap that comes after the baby,"

"What a wonderful husband you are," Rory said, "Go back and comfort Jill. She's not too upset about it being a boy, is she?"

"Flaming mad," Finn laughed, "But it's made her so mad, that she's pushing harder,"

"Dad!" A nurse yelled, pointing to Finn, "There's a problem with your wife,"

"Crap," Finn's face paled, "I gotta go. Jill's probably realized it's a boy,"

Rory nodded and watched him leave. Logan would be back with the boys any moment. Sawyer and Allie would be happy to hear that the baby was finally out. Scout was now playing some table football game with Miles, neither of them caring that the baby was out.

Rory knew that none of the kids were aware of Finn's cancer, so she didn't berate them too much for not working up enough enthusiasm. To Miles and Scout, she could tell that they thought, if you've done it once, once is enough.

"Rory?" Paris was afraid to take anything away from Rory, who was wearing pajamas and pigging out on sugar while watching Monty Python. Logan and she had broken up a month ago.

"Yes?" She asked, sounding guarded. Rory was still in wallowing stage and unwilling to move past it.

"I know that you loved Logan,"

"Love," She corrected, "I still love him,"

"And he still loves you," Paris added, "I don't understand why you even brought up breaking up with the guy. He looked like The One to me, for you,"


"It was unfair for the both of us," Rory sighed, burying her hands in her face, "I don't want Logan to be unhappy, Paris,"


"Well, I bet he's wallowing like you," Paris said, sitting next to her, "Finn and Colin had to fly up there. They said that he won't get out of his reclining chair and refuses to eat anything. He just watches cartoons and Buffy The Vampire Slayer reruns,"

"Really?" Rory asked, smiling, "Maybe, we should be together!" She stood up, running to her room. Out came a suitcase, and Rory in her 'plane clothes'. A ticket was already in her hand.

"Rory," Paris shook her head, and jumped toward the door, "Hand me the ticket and your passport,"

"No," She said, "I have to go to London and make things right with Logan!" She said, stomping her foot, eyes flashing

"Rory," Paris whispered, sad, "It's over,"

"No," She shook her head, "I'll fly there more and he can fly here some,"

"He has work and you have Yale," Paris said

"I could transfer to Oxford," Rory protested

"Yeah," Paris scoffed, "As if that would fly with your mother and the ingrates of Stars Hollow,"


Rory sighed and handed her the ticket, going back into her room, the door slammed shut. Paris could hear muffled sobs, and sighed again. This was the third time she had tried to go to London. Good thing that her watchful friend always checked her Internet History and e-mails behind her back since this break up started.

Finn came out, shocked. Logan walked over and grinned.

"Another boy, huh?" He smiled, "How'd Jill take it?"

Finn smiled, shaking his head, "The other baby-" He laughed, "She's still breathing. When Jill heard it was a girl, she just-" Finn shook his head, in amazement, "She had this look on her face,"

"The other one's a girl?" Rory asked, "I thought-"

"So did the doctors," Finn shrugged, smiling, "She made it, but she's in NICU right now," He laughed, "She's so tiny. Much smaller then Sawyer was, and he had been a premie,"

"How's the boy?" Logan asked

"He's doing good," Finn laughed, "Cried right away and they let me cut the cord," He sighed, scratching his head, "Jill's holding the little guy right now, asking a nurse about his sister," He was grinning like mad, "Rory, the girl was breech-"

"Poor Jill," Rory said, thinking of Allie. Allie had been breech as well and that was more torture for Rory then Scout's birth had been.

"And Jill. She hears that the baby looks like a girl, and it's kicking a bit," Finn smiled, "That alone, made her just push and out came baby. So effortless, as if she had gotten her second wind,"

"I can imagine, after birthing four boys," Rory said dryly, smiling, "Can we see her?"

"Dad!" Miles ran up to him, excited, "Is Mom?"

Finn nodded, "You have a little brother,"

"Yes!" Both boys said. They didn't think much of girls.

"AND a little sister," Finn added, chuckling, "She was a bit of a surprise to us as well,"

"Can was see them?" Sawyer asked, astonished. His red hair fell into his face and two of his teeth were missing. So cute, Rory thought.

"Does Deacon know?" Miles added, "And Uncle Taddy?"

"Uncle Taddy's coming in a while along with the others," Finn explained, "Deacon can see the kids in a week when he comes home from my sister's,"

"Let's go see them!" Allie yelled, excited. "I wanna hold the boy!"

"Me first!" Sawyer yelled

"I'm older, so I go first," Miles corrected, smirking.

"Mrs. DuGrey?" Officer Roham asked, speaking over the phone

"This is she," Rory said, in the middle of picking up some toys that Allie had strewn all over the place

"I am Commanding Officer Linus Roham," He explained, "Your husband was one of my men,"

"Was?" Rory asked, sitting down

"He and Lt. Corp. John 'Bud' Baker were in the middle of a hostage mission," He explained gently, "A touch and go job,"

"That's what my Tristin told me three months ago when I saw him off," Rory said, "Are you saying that I'm never going to see him again?"

"There were unexpected visitors," Officer Roham explained, not liking this part of his job. Tristin had been a good man. His only offense was talking about his family too much when he should've been working. Linus could relate to that. He had three girls and a wife back in the States.

"Oh god," Rory whispered, "Tristin took another bullet for Bud, huh? Stupid Bud would always be the target and Tristin is too damn nice,"

"No ma'am," He said, "It was a hand grenade. Homemade by the looks of it, but deadly where we were. It was aimed toward our men, and both boys jumped in front of it,"

"Damn," Rory sighed, "Now Bud decides to grow a backbone?" She laughed, tears falling down, "How did his wife take it? Wendy's life is that man! How am I supposed to tell my sons that Tristin isn't coming back?"


"I am more then sorry, for your loss, Mrs. Gilmore," Linus said gently, "I have three girls-Adrianna, Adeline, and Addison. They're my world, and I tell them every time I leave somewhere-that I'll always be in their hearts,"

"He had three sons," Rory said, "He was going to take a job closer here with less danger attached. Scout has a Father's Day present for him. Allie's been practicing the Alphabet Song for him to hear, and I know for a fact that Bobby's been waiting to show him his report card. All A's and B's. If you know Bobby, that's a miracle!"

"I haven't seen Anna, Lindy, and Sunny in two years," He said softly, "At least Tristin still had new stories to tell our men of you and your boys. Also" He sighed, "I know it's not much, but Tristin did receive a copy of his son's report card. Bragged about it for days, showing it to everyone,"

Rory smiled, "That sounds like my Tristin,"

"It's odd," He added, "Tristin said his wife's name was Mary, but I never looked closely at the paperwork until now. Your name is Rory?"

"We knew each other in high school," Rory explained, "He was an ass, and to retain ass status, he decided to nickname me Mary, as in the Virgin Mary." She rolled her eyes, chuckling, "How I fell for that ass, I'll never know," She hung up, tears on her cheeks, but in a completive silence.

"Paris?" She asked, calling her friend, "Tristin's dead. No, I'm not freaking out," Rory sighed, "Is it wrong that I'm not freaking out yet?"

"Oh!" Rory gasped, looking at Jill, who was holding a little boy in a blue blanket with a blue hat on his head.

"He's so pretty!" Jill said, giggling, "He looks like Deacon did when he was born, but with Sawyer's hair and Miles' pink skin,"

"He'll get freckles and red hair," Finn said cheerfully, "Plus my killer smile and Jilly's eyes," He smiled fondly, "They all have Jill's eyes,"

"How's the little girl?" Rory asked

"She's in NICU," Jill explained, "Some sort of breathing chamber. They want to keep her for a few weeks while this little man's free to go,"

"What's his name?" Sawyer asked, looking at Baby Boy Morgan.

"Jonah Indiana Morgan," Finn said cheerfully

"No!" Jill looked scandalized, "It doesn't go with Avery Grace-"

"Avery's a boy's name, Mom," Miles said

"He looks like an Avery," Sawyer added helpfully

"I was thinking that he could be Andrew Gregory,"

"Too normal. Next," Finn said

"What?" Jill asked

"Deacon, Miles, Sawyer, Andrew, and Avery," Finn sighed, shaking his head, "Andrew needs more originality to it."

"How about Huckleberry?" Logan suggested, chuckling. His eyes twinkled, showing his humor at his horrible pun. Rory slapped him lightly, rolling her eyes.

To his surprise, Finn grinned.

"Huck?" He smiled, "I like Huck. Huck Morgan,"

"Deacon, Miles, Sawyer, Huck, and Avery," Jill laughed, "It kinda makes sense in a twisted way," She said with a dry laugh, "What with you being Finn and all,"

"So, Huckleberry Morgan?" Logan asked

"No," Jill shook her head, "Just Huck. Huck Logan Morgan," She smiled gratefully at the blond, "For helping us decide Huck's name. And Sawyer's named after Colin, anyway, for his assistance,"

"Thanks for not naming me Sabrina, Mommy," Sawyer said as Miles snickered again.

"Shut up, Angelina!" He yelled, mad

"I told you," Miles said, "My name is Miles ANGELO Morgan!"

"No fighting in front of Huck!" Jill said, "I want him to think he has well behaved brothers for at least one day,"

"Fine," They both said, glaring at each other

"Actually," Finn sighed, "Jill, I know you're worried about Ava-"

"We're calling her Ava for short!" Jill told Rory, giggling. Huck was now in Logan's arms, "Ava!"

"Jill," Finn looked at her, smiling sadly, "Uh Loggins, get the boys and Rory out of here," He sighed, "I just need a moment with Jill," He gestured to the plastic bassinet. "Hucky should be fine in there,"

Logan nodded, knowing what Finn was going to confess. What a great time, with Jill all happy about her little girl and thinking nothing could bring her down. He gently placed the little boy inside his plastic bassinet, smiling. Huck had dark, reddish hair, and pink skin. Sometimes his eyes would flutter open and he would do a sort of knowing look at all the people around him.

"You seem to have a natural talent for babies," Rory said, taking his hand

"When I'm around the right girl, I do have a talent for it," Logan admitted, grinning

She smiled, gratified.

Logan chuckled. Maybe babies weren't so bad. Hucky was definitely cute and that nickname contagious. Ava and Hucky Morgan. Should be an interesting duo.

"Rory," Logan smiled, looking at her, "I promise. I'll never leave you ever again,"

"I hope not," She whispered, "Scout and Allie have really grown to love you in this past year,"

He nodded, "London was hell without you," He said simply, "Took me an eternity to get past you and I discovered I hadn't moved one step past the I'm in love with Rory department when my eyes fell on yours that day,"


"Master and Commander," Rory mumbled, smiling at him. He was so cute, even when trying to be a macho Cary Grant romantic.

"I gotta know," He asked, "Did," He sighed, "I know you loved Tristin, but do you think you could ever love me as much as you did before Tristin and London fell into the picture?"


Rory laughed, "That's a stupid question," She said, "I've already fallen even farther in love with you and only you," She kissed him softly, "One look at you seems to make me feel I've hit rock bottom, but somehow, I'm digging myself even deeper,"

She ran a hand through her hair, "Tristin was simply a distraction from you, because of how we left things. He was a sort of replacement, I suppose, and I loved him enough," She sighed, "At least I felt I did until you entered the picture again,"

"Oh Ace," Logan smiled, snaking his arms around her waist, "Is it possible to love you even more?"

"I don't think so," Rory laughed, "But this wouldn't be the first time I was wrong,"

"We never intended to get closure that night, did we?" Logan asked,

Rory shook her head, "I intended to make you a part of my life, and I'm glad I did. As are the boys,"

"Finn and Colin have these families," Logan said, "I once pictured us together, in college, with a couple of kids," He explained, "I didn't think another man's kids would be in the picture, along with my wife's stepson,"


"You regret it?" Rory asked, "Saying that we could break up?"


He shook his head, "I do and I don't," He smiled, "I love Allie and Scout, Ror. Hard not to, and Bobby's a smart boy. I don't think we could ever find another kid quite like these three,"

She kissed him softly on the lips, "You are such a flirt," She said softly, hugging him, "But I love you anyway,"

"I think I want to marry you," Logan said, "Give you a girl with your beautiful eyes and my sense of humor,"

"What sense of humor?" Rory asked, smiling.

He held out a ring, "I'll ignore that last comment," He said, smiling, "Marry me, Ace. Let me be a permanent part of your family and I promise to love you faithfully and for always until the day I die,"

Rory gasped and the two boys ran out, excited. Scout laughed. He was now thirteen, and Allie ten. Allie had grown out all his baby teeth and wearing his hair shaggy and long.

"Say yes!" He said, jumping up and down.

Scout nodded. He wasn't much of a talker, but Logan and he always tossed around the old pigskin every Sunday for a few hours.

"Allie-gator, Mr. Scout!" Rory laughed, "Were you two in on this?"

"We convinced him not to go public," Scout said, knowing that his mom wasn't a fan of public proposals.

Rory laughed, "Yes, I will marry you," She said, "On the condition that I can change my name back to Gilmore and go back to work at Print!New York."

"Anything," Logan whispered, kissing her on the cheek before slipping on the engagement ring, "Just," He sighed, "Finn doesn't have too long, you know,"


She nodded in understanding.

"Jill, I'm so sorry," Rory said, hugging her dear friend, "Finn was the best man I ever knew, ever,"

She nodded, "He was a wonderful man," She smiled sadly, "At least he got four more years with the family before everything bad happened,"

Rory rubbed her back, "We'll tell Ava and Hucky stories about him all the time, promise. They'll never forget him,"

"How did you know?" Jill asked

"I lost Tristin too," Rory sighed, "At least you got to say good bye. Finn would stop by all the time and tell Allie and Scout random stories about Tristin. I'll get Logan and Colin to do the same-" She glanced at the two crying men who hadn't left the other's side since the last member of their group for thirty-odd years departed.

"Deacon's been really filling in," Jill said, "I'm worried that he's suffering inwardly,"

"Scout went through the same thing," Rory sighed, "Deacon's just trying to be man of the house. Someone has to be a dad to the kids and he doesn't want you doing all the work,"

Jill nodded, "I remember thinking that I was lucky my husband never was a SEAL," She sighed, "I feel awful now. Finn was in such pain near the end, and I bet Tristin didn't suffer too much,"

Rory shook her head, "At least you don't have people congratulating you for your husband's bravery to the United States when all you wanna do is melt all of his army crap,"

"At least he gave me a girl and a family," Jill said softly, "I wouldn't trade anything in the world for these years after the twins were born,"

"Mom," Scout walked toward them, wearing a suit. A girl his age with brown hair and blue eyes like Rory, along with an air of innocence was behind him.

"Mama," The little blond angel in his arms said, holding her arms out to Rory.

"Hey baby," Rory laughed, taking her from Scout, "You find a girl?" She looked at the one that was staring at the ground, embarrassed, she could tell.

"She's a keeper," Scout whispered. He was now seventeen and looked so much like Tristin, it wasn't funny. Allie had retained her dark hair, keeping it long and messy, his fifteen year old looks also attractive to girls. Oddly enough, he had become the playboy. Scout was more or less looking for the real thing. He had been like his father in that way.

Finola Lorelai Huntzberger had been born some time after Rory and Logan's wedding. About a year was accurate. She was eighteen months old and the cutest thing alive, in her parent's opinions.

Logan seemed to fit in their family like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Everyone seemed to think that he was Allie and Scout's real father, even Bobby's in some cases-though Jake was just as mistaken for that title as he. Scout and Allie didn't mind, but were proud to state that they had two fathers. Tristin, who had died for their country, and Logan, who had lived for their mother.

"Hey honey," Rory said, walking over to him with Little Miss Finn. Logan smiled, seeing them both. His daughter was smiling again. All eighteen month old babies seemed to do nothing but smile. Rory warned him that his outlook on babies would change drastically once Finola hit her terrible twos.

"Hey baby girl," Logan said, taking Finola from her mother.

"Finn," She said, sticking her finger in her mouth

"Rory, I think she said something," Logan said, holding her, "Did you hear anything?"

Rory shook her head, "Finnie, you wanna say something? Ma Ma," She tried. Allie and Scout hadn't said her name first. It was stupid Da Da first, "Ma Ma,"

"Finn," She said again

"I think she said her name," Rory said, laughing, "Oh my god!"

Logan smiled, shaking his head, "She said Finn's name, Rory, not hers,"

"Oh, Finnie, you do know how to cheer up your daddy, don't you?" She asked, smiling

"Finn," She repeated, encouraged by hearing 'Finnie'.

"Her first word," Logan said thoughtfully, "That was her first word,"

"I love you," Rory said simply, kissing him on the cheek, laughing.

"I loved you first," Logan said, grinning. Once he started smiling, it was difficult to stop.

Fin.