"Ok Sook, you ready?" Lorelai called from upstairs.

Sookie stood eagerly poised at the bottom of the stairs. "I was born ready!"

Rory started her descent down the staircase, careful of her gown. The dress Logan had bought her fit perfectly, hugging her newly curvy body in just the right way. The cream lace complimented her skin, making the last little bits of her summer tan stand out. The chiffon skirt highlighted her pregnant stomach, but for the first time in many months, she didn't feel like Shamu. Lorelai had curled her hair, and twisted it into an elegant updo, held by her great grandmother Trix's diamond studded vintage hair combs.

Sookie gasped. "Lorelai Leigh!"

Rory gave the full skirt of her dress a little swish. 'Do I look ok? It's not too much?"

Sookie nodded. "You look amazing! Beautiful. . . fantastic. . ."

"Ethereal." Lorelai said as she appeared on the landing behind Rory.

"Eh what now?" Sookie asked, glancing up at Lorelai.

Lorelai walked down the stairs. "Ethereal. . . extremely delicate and light. . . almost too perfect for this world."

Rory turned. "Someone call Yale and get you your honorary degree."

Lorelai smirked. "It was the trivia on one of my Dove chocolate wrappers last night."

Sookie shook her head. "You look absolutely beautiful Rory. I wish I looked half as good as you do." She rubbed her 9 month pregnant belly.

Rory blushed. "If only it wasn't wasted on a party at. . . the Huntzbergers."

Lorelai placed her hand on Rory's shoulders. "I'll also be in the 7th ring of Hell tonight."

Rory frowned. Tonight was the night they were to reinstate Friday Night Dinners since Richard and Emily's apology. "Grandma and Grandpa's house is nowhere near the same. They'll be on their best behavior trying to get back in our good graces."

"I cannot wait to see Logan's face!" Sookie exclaimed, trying to sway the conversation.

"Oh, he's not coming over tonight. I'm meeting him at his apartment."

Lorelai glanced at her. "He's not picking you up?"

"Don't go all prim and proper on me now." Rory said, rolling her eyes. "I insisted. There's no reason for him to drive all the way here, then all the way back to Hartford, only to turn around and drive all the way back here again. Besides, I want to see his new apartment."

Sookie turned up her nose. "Well that's no fun."

Lorelai sucked up her own disappointment and walked down the stairs. "There will be lots of time for fun after baby Ivy is born."

"I cannot wait for Ivy to be here!" Sookie squealed.

Rory stomped down the stairs behind Lorelai. "Oh not you too! What if it's a boy?"

"He can still be Lorelai the 4th" Lorelai chuckled. "It's 2007, times are changing."

"I'm not naming my son Lorelai.I'm officially relinquishing rights to the Name Lorelai the 4th to you Sookie."

Sookie frowned. "Sadly, I've agreed to Colgate."

Rory and Lorelai exchanged looks. Lorelai smirked. "Ivy's not looking so bad now is it?"

Rory put her hands on her hips. "You're both impossible."

"I think I'm almost there." Rory said as her Prius rolled into a neighborhood on the outskirts of Hartford, full of hipster bars and trendy coffee shops.

"I can't wait to see you." Logan replied eagerly.

Logan's words made Rory's heart leap into her throat, her mind going places she wasn't sure it should wonder.

"So ummm. . . tonight. . . what should I introduce you as?" Logan asked, nervously, which was so unlike him.

"Introduce me as?"

"Well when we ran into Minnie and Eloise I didn't know what I should call you. Like should I say friend? the mother of my child? Baby mama? I'm sure my mother would absolutely love that one. I could call you my girlfriend but. . ."

"Am I your girlfriend?"

"Well. . . um. . . do you. . . want to be my girlfriend?" Logan stammered, tripping over his words.

Rory let out a peel of laughter, loving the hold she currently had over Logan. "I think you could introduce me as your girlfriend tonight."

A smile spread across Logan's face, practically beaming. "Yeah?"

Rory smiled too, her heart practically leaping out of her chest. "Yeah."

"So, can I just call you my girlfriend to make things easier, or are you my girlfriend? I mean, is that where we're headed?" Logan asked smoothly, getting his mojo back.

"I. . .um. . ." Rory grasped to form words, her grip on him suddenly broken.

"Or is there someone else in the running?" he said laughing to lighten the mood.

"Well, There's this guy who calls me every day to check on how I'm feeling, he buys my baby things, and surprisingly, he's not too bad on the eyes." Rory teased.

Logan chuckled. "Wow, this guy sounds like a winner. Maybe you should go for him."

"Really? Great. He's actually calling on my other line right now, so I'm going to let you go."

"Very funny Ace."

She pulled her prius in front of a large brick building that the mapquest directions said was Logan's building. "I think I'm here."

"And not a moment too soon." Logan replied, giddily. "Park in the lot next to the building, I'll meet you downstairs."

Rory caught his eye as soon as he stepped off the elevator. She turned, her doe eyes meeting his across the room. She waved softly. Logan could not believe his eyes. She was a vision in white, positively breathtaking. The evening sun streaming through the glass doors behind her, illuminating her like some kind of goddess. It was much how he had envisioned her walking up the aisle at their wedding. He let out a breath, not realizing that he had been holding it.

*"Hello" Rory cooed, blushing as Logan's eyes raked over her body eagerly. The bare skin at the base of her throat sent a spark through his body, remembering how he would start there, kissing his way down her body.

Logan took her hand, giving her a spin. "I knew this dress would look great on you, but Rory. . . Wow."

Rory's cheeks glowed an even brighter red, which drove Logan even more wild. He leaned in, the masculine scent of his aftershave filling her nose, the faint dampness of his freshly washed hair cooling her cheek. "You're lucky we have plans," he whispered brazenly.

Rory let out an almost animalistic moan, instantly embarrassed that her body could make such a sound, yet alone in public.

Logan chuckled, kissing her softly on the cheek. "Do you still want to see my apartment?"

Rory tried to gather her emotions, wishing she could jump in the large marble fountain in the middle of the lobby. "Of course."

Logan linked hands with her as they entered the elevator, sending Rory's heart rate skyrocketing. Rory felt practically weightless, a "floaty" feeling starting in her toes, and quickly coursing through her body.

"And this. . ." Logan said as the elevator opened on the penthouse floor, "is home". Rory stepped off the elevator surprised by the "floaty" feeling she had felt in the elevator, quickly dissipated. Smooth white marble floors met stark white walls, and a white marble fireplace flanked by white sofas on either side. The glaringly bare townhouse was almost clinically clean. Rory could hardly picture herself here, yet alone a baby.

"What's going on in that head of yours Ace?" Logan asked, noticing Rory's deadpan expression.

Rory's stomach flip flopped, somehow she was lost for words which rarely happened to her. "It's. . . it's big."

Logan laughed. "I know, I know, it looks more like a showroom than a home, but let me show you something. It's the whole reason I bought the apartment in the first place." He led Rory down the hall to a closed door. He opened it, displaying an empty room.

"An empty room?" Rory asked, confused.

Logan rolled her eyes.. "Yes, an empty room." He took her hand, leading her inside. "This is going to be our baby's nursery." He walked over to the large window that overlooked a park. We could place a big cozy rocking chair right here, so we can people watch as we rock them to sleep."

Rory smiled, envisioning Logan snuggled up with a baby, rocking them softly by the window, her heart practically exploding at the thought.

Logan gestured to the blank walls excitedly. "It could be literary themed. A book shelf right here stocked with all the classics, so we can read to him or her every night. Over there we can frame covers of those little golden books. . .and we can put the crib here, with their name above it spelled out in little alphabet blocks!"

Rory walked over to him, and cradled his face in her hands "It's perfect." She leaned in, kissing him softly.

He stiffened at her touch, desire rippling through his body. "I missed that." Logan grasped her chin gently, and pulled her in, bringing her lips back to his. His mouth explored hers, like a weary traveler home from a long trip.

He pulled apart, much to Rory's disdain, and rested his forehead on hers. "There's something I want to ask you."

Rory looked up at him, not wanting to talk. She kissed him again eagerly, ignoring his pending question.

He smiled, breaking the kiss once more. "Rory, move in with me."

She frowned. "Move in with you?"

"I know it's fast, but I mean. . . we're having a baby together. We've already lived together before. . . just think about it? No pressure, but I would just like my family all under one roof."

"Logan. . .I.. ."

He leaned in close to her. "You don't have to answer me right now, just think about it. Meanwhile, I've been thinking about this since you walked through the door. He nuzzled her neck, softly kissing his way down to her shoulder.

"Logan. . ." She moaned, her skin turning prickly with desire.

He smiled. "I've also been thinking about. . ." Suddenly his phone began to ring, causing Rory to jump.

He sighed, pulling it from his pocket. He placed it to his ear. "Honor you have the worst timing."

"No, YOU have the worst timing. Where are you?!" Honor snipped back at him.

He glanced at his watch, shocked at how fast time had passed. They were now late for the party. "We'll be right there." He grumbled, ending the call.

He turned to face Rory. "ready to be thrown into the lion's den?"

Rory's heart leapt into her throat as they entered the Huntzberger mansion. Logan sensed her tensing up at his side and quickly slipped his hand around hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Rory let out an audible gasp as they entered the gallery room where the party was being held. The party was far more elegant than anything Rory had ever seen, even more over the top than anything her grandmother had ever thrown at her home.

"Ah there he is! The man of the hour!" Shira Huntzberger called, making her way over to the couple.

"You're late." She jeered quietly in Logan's ear, as she leaned in hugging them both.

"Rory! Let me get a look at you!" She said, holding Rory at arm's length. "I just can't believe that's your baby in there Logan!" she cooed.

Logan gritted his teeth. "I knew coming here was a mistake."

Shira took a sip of her cocktail, an evil smile spreading across her face. "Oh calm down! I mean you're not old enough to become a father, I'm far too young to become a grandmother!" She let out a saccharine laced laugh, gesturing to the small crowd that had started to gawk.

Logan rolled his eyes. "You're plenty old enough. You just turned. . "

"RORY!" Shira said loudly, drowning out Logan's truth of her age. "Don't you just look charming. . . bold choice to wear white after labor day!"

"When you're as beautiful as Rory you can wear whatever you want!" Logan said, wrapping his arm around Rory. He turned to Rory, "come on let's go get a drink."

Logan led her over to the bar. "2 scotches. Neat." he grunted to the bartender.

"Logan I can't drink!" Rory whispered, gathering her dress tight to accentuate her pregnant belly. He glanced over at her and threw back the scotch. "Guess I'm going to have to drink yours too." He picked up the second glass.

Rory placed her hand on his. "Don't let her get to you. That's what she wants."

"She's just so irritating, throwing this whole party just to belittle us. . . just to. . ."

His eyes met Rory's, her bright blue eyes full of compassion. She nodded. "Nothing will make her more mad than seeing us happy, so let's just be happy."

Logan slammed his cup down, sending brown liquid sloshing around. "You're right. C'mon". And Rory was exactly right. Logan led her around the room introducing her as his girlfriend to any and everyone, chatting excitedly about the baby. The happier they were, the more vexed Shira didn't say much, she loved just sitting back and watching Logan in his element. She loved how his entire face lit up at just the mere mention of their child. Any objections or doubts she had had about Logan were gone. She had been mentally mulling over his proposal of moving in all night, and she finally trusted her initial response. As he broke apart from the trio of men in stiff suits that he had been talking to, Rory grabbed his hand leading him into an empty hallway.

"Where are we going?" Logan asked.

Rory grinned. "How should I know? What, do you think I have a plan or something? Geez. Live in the moment, Huntzberger."

Logan chuckled. "Last time you said that to me, I ended up in a bridal suite with your father and step-father yelling at me belligerently as I tried to button my pants."

"I promise you no one will yell at you this time. . . but I can't promise that your pants will stay buttoned."

She leaned in, Kissing him hard.

Logan pulled away smiling. "Well in that case, it's quite alright." He kissed her again.

Rory rested her head on his shoulder, slowly gathering her breath. "I want to move in with you." she said quietly.

Logan jumped back, clapping his hands together. "Are you sure? Like I said, no pressure. . ."

"I want to move in with you!" she said a little louder, more sternly.

Logan tilted her back in a dramatic dip. "I love you Ace."

Rory giggled. "I love you too."

"THERE YOU ARE!" Shira scoffed, her heels clicking loudly as she made her way down the hall towards them. She shot them a dirty look. "Seriously, you can't keep your hands off each other for a few hours? Logan you need to get back to the party immediately. Your guest are looking for you! You're being incredibly rude."

Logan rolled his eyes. "I think they'll be fine without me for a few minutes."

Shira's face twisted in anger. "Logan Elias. . ."

Logan grabbed Rory's hand. "Come on Rory, we need to go say goodbye to everyone, we're leaving soon." He led her away from Shira, back into the party.

Shira was seething. First he had the gull to parade her around all night like she was some kind of grand trophy, chatting happily with everyone about his little indiscretion. As if that wasn't bad enough, now she had caught them in the hallway pawing all over each other like wild animals, talking about moving in together! Logan was absolutely infatuated with Rory, clearly not thinking with his head. No matter what she did, He forgave her. He would never cut her out of his life on his own accord. Shira suddenly knew what she had to do.

She walked back into the party, gently clinking her champagne glass with a spoon. The band stopped playing, and the chit chat among the crowd silenced. Shira smiled, taking the microphone from the stand in the center of the stage. "Good Evening! I'd like to raise a toast to the man of the evening, my son, Logan!" She gestured to the corner of the room where Logan and Rory were standing, a look of bewilderment painted across Logan's face. Shira's smile grew bigger, knowing that she was making Logan sweat. "He is such a hardworking, devoted young man, I am absolutely delighted that we have him back at the helm of Huntzberger Publishing! He has been a faithful employee, and I am proud to say that the company's productivity has grown exponentially in the months that he has been back!"

Logan felt the blood rush from his body as Shira let his secret out, his heart leaping into his throat. Rory let go of his hand, taking a step back. "You're back at HPG?" Rory muttered, her tone so cold it could have frozen the champagne in his hand.

"TO LOGAN!" Shira called, raising her glass.

Rory turned briskly, running out of the ballroom, Logan's pleas and explanations drowned out by the rooms echoing chorus of cheers.

Shira watched from the bandstand as Rory stormed out, Logan hot on her heels. She tilted her champagne flute back, draining it. She smiled smugly, knowing the bomb she had just threw out had dedintated sucessfully.