AN: Thank you for all the love for this story. I'm so glad you guys are liking it! Apparently, there were a few errors in the previous chapter, I fixed them so the whole thing should make more sense now. Now, my downfall as a writer is that I like detail and research. I can't just jump into it, I need more information to paint the whole picture and that is why this chapter is so long.

All of the places mentioned in this fic really do exist! Look them up. Plus I'm jealous of anyone who lives near that park that I mention.

On with the show!

Twenty minutes later Rory and Logan were sitting in Logan penthouse apartment. Rory was no longer in awe of places like these like she was when she was in Yale. She spent enough time with the society types to know that these kinds of houses rarely hold the type of atmosphere she thought was common in homes. They were often cold and intimidating, a place that Rory wouldn't want to live unless they could make it a home.

Logan had tried his best to make the place homey but it was very large and it was obvious that Mitchum had purchased it. Logan had a tendency to go for more open and spacious places that he could give a homey feel, while Mitchum went for cold, drafty, and intimidating.

"Are you hungry?" Logan asked as he wandered into the kitchen. "Are you craving anything? I know that when Honour was pregnant she craved all sorts of weird things." Rory smiled at Logan, she knew that she dropped the largest bomb ever on him but he was taking it all in stride and trying to help with little understanding of what is actually helpful.

"I'm not craving anything right now. But bacon makes me sick, so if we could avoid that I'd be grateful."

"Ok, no bacon. Are there any other foods that you need to steer clear of?"

"I never liked the smell of fish and it seems to be worse now, and if I have too much coffee, or if it's too strong, it'll come back up."

"Wait, but you had some at the café earlier?" Logan said with a great amount of confusion.

"It was the one cup, it wasn't Gilmore grade and I drank it slowly."

"I'm impressed, you've always been my little caffeine addict."

"Yeah, my mom wasn't impressed with that. She said you tarnished the bloodstream with your tea drinking ways."

Logan laughed as he went through the fridge looking for something to eat. "Ok, well I could grill up some chicken for us if you'd like."

"That sounds great. Oh, can I have an apple with it?"

"There are the cravings." Logan said with a laugh "I can do you one better Ace" He pulled out an apple pie out of the fridge that Honour had brought over the last time she was here. "Apple's and insane amounts of sugar all at once. How does that sound?"

"That sounds amazing."

Rory sat at the kitchen counter and watched as Logan cooked dinner. They had started talking about work again, leaving the heavier conversation until later.

"Since I already told you that I'm going to be taking the editor position at the Post do I still need to contact Josh and tell him? And who has my contract?"

"Yes, call him in the morning, though he might not pick up considering it will be Saturday and tell him that you're taking the position. He would have your contract and you might want to tell him about our situation, that way no one gets any surprises. How much does he know?"

"He knows we know each other, he knows I'm pregnant, but he doesn't know –just- um, how involved you were in that." Rory stuttered out the last part of her sentence.

"Seriously, Ace." Logan laughed. He knew it was simply her innocence that never fully went away that caused her to phrase things like that, not that she was ashamed of him. "We've been sleeping together for years, I've seen you naked thousands of times and I've heard you say much dirtier things."

"Logan" Rory laughed. She couldn't believe he was actually saying these things.

"You can say that I got you pregnant, or I knocked you up. It doesn't matter you say it, it's still true and I'm glad that I did if I may say so."

"I'm glad you did it too, and it's good to know your ego is still intact."

"You know it." Logan started chopping some vegetables before he spoke again. "You said you were staying the night and looking at apartments tomorrow."

"Yeah?"

"Where were you planning on staying?"

"In a hotel."

"Stay with me."

"Logan, I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

"I have extra rooms, take your pick. Plus, you won't have to pay for a hotel room you don't need. That way I can come with you, apartment hunting tomorrow."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Please Ace. If I see where you are going to live it will make me feel better about us living apart while you're pregnant and after the baby is born."

Rory sighed, she honestly should have expected this, he always was protective of her and it'll only get worse now that she's having their baby. She knew he means well but she didn't want him paying for it or trying to convince her to live in a more expensive place. "Ok, but on two conditions."

"Name them."

"First, you are helping me tell Grandma about the baby."

Logan chuckled knowing that the Gilmore women have always had a rocky relationship, and it always came to a head when unplanned babies were involved. "Deal. What's your other condition?"

"You don't offer to pay for my apartment or ask me to live in Manhattan or somewhere that is too far away from the Post for it to be reasonable. I know that Manhattan is only a half hour drive from Brooklyn but I'd be taking the subway and other public transportation and it doesn't make any sense for me to live there."

"Fine. But I still hold the right to spoil you and our kid."

"I couldn't talk you out of that even if I tried," Rory said with a smile.

"Damn straight." Logan leaned over the counter and lightly kissed her lips. "I've missed that."

"Me too."

"Now since you are my little list maker, what apartments are we looking at tomorrow?"

"I was looking at apartments in Park Slope."

"Park Slope? Really? I would have thought that the places there would be out of your price range."

"I may not have grown up in a mansion or had chauffer's drive me around, but my family is well off too. I have money and I think that spending some of it on a place for me and my child to live is perfectly reasonable." Rory said, getting more worked up with every second. Damn these hormones were going to be the death of her.

"No, I know that Ace. That neighbourhood is essentially the upper east side of Brooklyn, the high-end places there cost the same as the low-end places actually on the upper east side. So, what made you decide to look at more expensive places?"

"I came into some money after my grandpa died and I don't want to be afraid of it anymore."

"Really, what exactly did you come into?" Logan asked wearily. He wasn't sure what this meant and that made him nervous.

"Well, I knew that my Great-Grandmother left me a trust fund, there wasn't much in it and my mom had always told me that I should never spend what I didn't earn. But then my grandpa died. They didn't leave me a trust because they knew my mom would throw a fit, instead, they set aside a special account for me that worked almost like a trust, the difference was that they would sign it over when I asked for it or when Grandpa died. There was over five million dollars in the account."

Logan let out a low whistle. "Did you not know about it? I mean why wait all this time to have it in your name?"

"They told my mom but she never told me. She thought it would be the final push for me to end up back in the world that she ran away from, and that I was willingly walking back into. My grandpa used to mention accounts that he set aside for me but I never asked about it."

"Oh, Ace. Why not?" Logan said with concern.

"I don't know, I felt like I'd be betraying mom in some way."

"You wouldn't have."

"I don't know. When she found out exactly how much was in the account, plus what I inherited she flipped out."

"Your mom always did have an issue with money. How much did you inherit?" Rory could tell he was asking simply out of curiosity and trying to figure out exactly what happened when Lorelai found out.

"Grandpa left me everything. Don't get me wrong, grandma got a lot, enough for her to hire a new maid every other week until she's 140, and he left quite a bit to my mom but he labelled me the heiress. I got all his stocks, bonds, and the majority of the family money. It's not nearly what you have but the Gilmore's are old money so there was a lot stashed away, more then I knew they even had, and he left it all to me, and Richard Gilmore was not a dumb man, he ran two successful companies and he knew how to invest. So, between the accounts plus every thing Grandpa left me, I have about 250 million dollars."

"Holy Crap! Ace! That's amazing! Why did I not know about this earlier?"

"You're actually the first person outside the family who knows. I was overwhelmed, and between that and mom's reaction, I really didn't know what to do."

"How'd you mom react?" Logan knew this wasn't going to go well. Lorelai had always had an issue with money and she couldn't have reacted well to find out her daughter was now a member of the elite class that she ran away from.

"Mom pitched a fit when she found out, then she asked me in her special Lorelai way if I was going to spend the money. Which translates to that if I spent any of it she would never speak to me again. Normally grandma would have been involved with all of this but she was in a state because her husband had died so she wasn't any help. So, I just let it sit there. I signed all the paperwork and check on the accounts but I haven't touched anything. I had just lost the most important man in my life, I couldn't lose my mom over money."

"Ace, you could've told me. I would have helped. I know a thing or two about having millions of dollars thrown at you. But, honestly, I'm surprised that it wasn't in the papers."

"I don't know. I wasn't too concerned about it though."

Logan finished putting food on their plates and they moved over to the table to eat. A few minutes had passed as they ate. Logan had been watching Rory, to make sure she didn't have a bad reaction to anything he made. They chatted through dinner, discussing politics, movies and everything else in their comfortable banter. After dinner, Logan went to get the pie and brought it over. "What did you think of dinner?"

"It was delicious. Don't tell Luke that you finally got me to eat something healthy. He'll be so sad that he couldn't break me."

"I won't tell. The baby didn't object?" Logan was quickly becoming a doting dad. Anything Rory or the baby wanted he would get them, he would move heaven and earth if they asked him to.

"Trust me, you'd know if the baby objected." Logan cringed at the thought.

"That bad huh?"

"No, it's just gross. Sorry, I shouldn't have told you that."

"It's fine. I want to know everything, I want to hold your hair back as you throw up, I want to be there for the crazy cravings, the doctor's appointments, when their born and everything after and in between."

"Do you mean that?" Rory said with a watery smile.

"I do. Absolutely I do. You won't be doing any of this by yourself. I will not leave my family alone. Not now, and never again."

"Your family?" Rory grinned at Logan as she thought about what that statement could entail.

"Our family. You and the baby are my family. I hope one day to make that official but either way you're my family."

Rory smiled at Logan. While she was looking at him she realized that while he had been making these proclamations she had yet to say a word. So, she plucked up all her courage and said the thing that would hopefully change her life for the better. "I want that too. I love you so much, Logan. I have loved you since I was 19, and I never stopped. I want us to be a real family someday and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you how I really felt earlier. I should have fought for you, but I'm fighting for us now."

Then Rory leaned over and gave Logan a passionate kiss. Logan pulled on Rory's waist so that she'd sit in his lap, she took it a step further, straddling his lap, and rubbing suggestively against him. Logan pulled away and leaned his forehead against hers while he caught his breath and tried to regain whatever focus and restraint he had left. "Rory," He breathed out. "If you keep that up you won't be spending the night alone in the guest room."

"What if I said I didn't want to spend the night alone in the guest room?" Rory said in a tone that left no room to argue about what it was she wanted. With that Logan stood, Rory wrapped her legs around his waist when he stood not kissing him with all she had. He walked towards the bedroom without breaking the kiss and when he got in the room he kicked the door shut behind them, shutting out the outside world, and that was where they spent the rest of the night.

Logan woke up the next morning wrapped around Rory. At first, he wasn't sure who he was in bed with but when he opened his eyes and saw the brown hair that he knew so well he knew that he was in bed with Rory. After a moment, the memories of the previous day came flooding back to him. Her taking the job he offered her, him telling her that he's always loved her and her telling him about their baby. Their baby. That thought stopped him dead in his tracks. A baby, a baby with Rory. He was going to be a dad, and Rory was going to be a mom. As the thoughts swirled around his head he realized that he wasn't panicking to the extent that he thought he would, he was happy and even a little excited. He pulled away from Rory a little so he could really look at her. She looked peaceful and calm as she slept, something that was rare for her in the past year or so, not surprising considering what was going on in her life. As he looked at her he noticed small changes to her body that weren't there three months ago. The changes were so small that someone who didn't know her would probably miss them, but this was the woman that he has loved since he was 22, so he spotted the changes right away. As he took in the changes he focused in on her stomach, she had a small baby bump, making her stomach a little rounder and firmer than it used to be and he loved that it was their baby that was making her body change. He rubbed his hand along her belly lovingly, soaking in the feeling of having her back in his life again.

Rory woke up to the feeling of something rubbing her stomach. As her brain came into focus she realized it was someone's hand rubbing her belly. She opened her eyes to find Logan staring at her and smiling.

"Sorry Ace, did I wake you?" Logan asked when he saw her eyes flutter open. She smiled and shook her head in the negative. "No. Good morning, Logan."

"Good morning Ace." Logan pulled his hand away only to have Rory grab it and put it back on her stomach. "Don't stop, that felt really good." Logan diligently went back to rubbing her stomach, a little firmer then he was previously.

They laid in bed for another hour before they started to get ready for the day. "What's the plan for today, Ace?"

"I'm meeting with a realtor at eleven and I'm looking at some apartments. Then depending on how that goes, fast food and coffee scouting. And I need to call Josh and tell him I'm accepting the position."

"Great. Why don't you call Josh after you take a shower? By the way, what type of apartments are we looking at?"

"I found four apartments that I want to look at. Three have two bedrooms, I flagged one with three bedrooms that I liked, I thought I could turn the third room into an office and have a pull-out couch for guests. It is more expensive than the others. They are all near Prospect Park which I like, and there are schools in the area plus a diner that I like the sound of. But, don't you have a multimillion, multinational corporation to run?"

"It's Saturday. I try not to work on Saturdays, but if there is an emergency they can get a hold of me." At Rory's disbelieving look he elaborated. "I changed a few things when I took over, I won't be as hands-on as my dad, I have a whole host of vice-presidents who are very capable and can manage without me sometimes. I don't want to be a workaholic who only comes home when something bad happens. I don't want a trophy wife and kids who hate me, I want a life and a real family, in order to do that I had to make changes within the company. I eased up on the employees, treated them like people, not slaves and let them have a life. Now the employees are happier, the company is doing better and I changed things so I hopefully won't turn into my father."

"You won't turn into your father. You're not much like him at all, so there's no reason to believe that you'd become him over something this important."

"Sometimes I think you give me too much credit. But, if you think I am I give you permission to toss me out."

"I promise, I'll even beat you over the head with a frying pan."

Logan laughed not knowing what Rory was referring to. "What?"

"It's from a Disney movie called Tangled. The main character's weapon of choice was a cast iron frying pan."

Logan laughed not sure what to say. "I spend a lot of time watching Paris and Doyle's kids. That's all I can say."

"Those poor kids. Paris and Doyle as parents. I can't even imagine." Logan cringed at the thought.

"They aren't so bad." Logan raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner and stared at Rory until she broke. "Ok, it's a good thing they have a nanny or those children would be toast. They do love their kids, it's just Paris is, well she's Paris."

"Good to know she's still Paris." Logan kissed Rory lightly before he slid out of bed and headed to the attached bathroom. "I need a shower, and I know that you do too, we worked up quite the sweat during our workout." Logan smiled suggestively. "Care to join me in the shower?" Rory did not need to be asked twice.

After their joint shower, Rory and Logan were sitting in the kitchen having breakfast. As Logan made Rory some coffee she called Josh to tell him that she was taking the job. Considering it was Saturday it wasn't surprising when he didn't answer his phone. She left him a voicemail explaining that she'd be honoured to take the job and that she'd call him again on Monday. When she hung up the phone she realized that Logan had put a large cup of coffee in front of her, she picked it up and she took a swing, unfortunately, it was her extra strength coffee that he had made out of habit and it sent her running for the bathroom. Logan quickly figured out what happened and followed into the bathroom, and he found Rory bent over the toilet throwing up whatever was in her stomach. He sat down behind her, rubbed her back and pulled back her hair until she stopped. She eventually slumped back into his chest, exhausted. "Thank you." She said once she caught her breath.

"Anytime." Logan kissed the top of her head before he stood, pulling her up off the floor, and grabbed a glass and to fill so she could rinse her mouth. Once she rinsed her mouth he brushed some hair back behind her ear before speaking. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, I had been throwing up right around this time for the past few weeks. I think it was the coffee that set me off though. Paris said that should be stopping soon, and I really hope she's right."

"I'm sorry about the coffee. I made it the way you normally want it." Logan said guiltily. Then another thought entered his head. "This has been happening for weeks?"

"Yeah, that's the thing with early pregnancy, lots of morning sickness. But I don't know why they call it that because my black as tar, strong enough to melt iron, beloved coffee still makes me vomit at night too."

"You're ok now though."

"Yeah, it goes as quickly as it comes. Can we have breakfast now? I'm hungry."

Logan huffed out a laugh. Only Rory would throw up then ask for more food. "There's no keeping food from a Gilmore Girl. How do you feel about pancakes?"

"I feel really good about pancakes! Do you know what sounds good? Pancakes topped with whipped cream, maple syrup, and a pickle on top." Logan stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Rory with his mouth hanging open. "What?" She said as she walked towards the kitchen.

"You just asked for pancakes with whipped cream, syrup and a pickle," Logan said laughing as he followed her in the kitchen.

"I did? Oh my god, I did! But it sounds delicious."

Logan laughed "At least we know the cravings are in full swing." As he started on the pancakes Rory got out the apple juice and poured herself a glass. They moved around the kitchen together as if they had been doing it their whole lives.

Logan placed the two plates of pancakes next to each other, his with syrup and butter, hers with syrup, whipped cream and a pickle. As he sat down to eat he looked at Rory and smiled. He knew that if they were really going to do this, give them a real shot that hopefully ended with her agreeing to be his wife that there were still a few things that they had to hash out. "Rory?" Rory looked up at his worried tone. He rarely used her first name and when he did it was serious. She stopped eating and turned so she could fully look at him. "What's the matter, Logan?"

"Nothing's the matter I just wanted to ask you something. And no matter the answer, I won't get mad, it won't change my mind about any of this but I'd still like to know."

"Logan you're scaring me a little, what is it?"

"Why did you say no when I first proposed?" Rory gasped lightly at the question. They had never talked about the infamous proposal and his ultimatum. She knew that they had to talk about it. It was the moment that blew up their relationship and led them to where they were now but talking about it made it all seem so real. She did know one thing, she did not want to give up on what could make so very happy by being scared and running away.

Rory took a breath and started talking. "There were a lot of reasons why I said no. I had been applying to papers and looking at different opportunities all over the country. I was offered a position at a small paper and I turned it down thinking that I would get a better offer, which I never got. I had applied for an internship at the Times but when they turned me down I felt my whole world shift. I felt as though I had no idea where my life was going or what I was going to do next. Then you asked me to marry you. I wanted too say yes. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You know, when we spent Valentine's Day up at Martha's Vineyard with my mom and Luke, I told her that you could be my one. I thought you were it for me. A statement like that made me think of us getting married, having kids, and the whole nine. But, I thought it would be a little way off yet. I wanted to find out who I was outside of our relationship, outside of Stars Hollow, my mom, and my grandparents before I was your wife. I never actually said no to you, I just wanted to be me before I was Mrs. Huntzberger. I thought that being your wife would close doors to me, which I think were never really open to begin with."

"You thought about us getting married and having kids?"

"I did. I wondered if they'd have your hair and smirk, or if they'd have my eyes. I wondered what we'd name them, I thought about what type of wedding we'd have. Then the ultimatum blew all of that up."

"I never should have asked you to choose, Ace. I should have waited and I am so sorry about that."

"You're right. You should have waited. I spent a lot of time waiting for you. I waited for you to realize that you wanted to be with just me, I waited while you were in England and left me behind, and I waited while you were trying to find your footing after you left HPG. I thought the least I could expect was for you to wait for me too."

"I know. I panicked. The whole thing was actually a reaction to what I thought was about to happen. You were graduating and I got the job out West and I thought I'd lose you if I didn't do something and I knew it had to be big. I thought that if I made a grand proposal with the most expensive ring that you'd say yes. If I'd slowed down even a little I would have known that you wouldn't have wanted any of that and that you deserved so much more than that. Next time, I'll give you what you deserve."

"Next time I'll say yes.

An hour later they were wandering around Park Slop, getting a feel for the area, looking at different coffee shops and they had wandered through Prospect Park. They had Frank drop off before they were meeting with the realtor. As they wandered through the park Logan was thinking about how Rory said how she'd take public transit around the city, which is what most people do, but he was worried about her going back and forth to Connecticut in her 2002 Prius. He didn't like the idea at all. He knew that he should talk to Rory about it, the lack of communication brought down their relationship more than once and he wasn't going to do that again. "I know I said I wouldn't offer to pay or say that you should upgrade your standard of living but can I make a suggestion?"

Rory laughed at Logan's nervous ramble. She knew he was trying to be more open and not make assumptions or try to fix things without talking to her about it first, and she appreciated it. She was worried about what his suggestion was though. "Ok." She said with a little trepidation.

"Are you keeping your car? I'm sorry but that thing is getting up there in age and I don't like the idea of you driving it on the interstate. I'm not saying you need a hired driver, but something from this decade would be a solid step up." Rory looked at Logan in disbelieve then burst out laughing. "What? Why are you laughing at me?"

"Did you drink the pot of coffee you made for me because I only hear you ramble like this when you drink too much, coffee or alcohol, or when Mitchum comes to town. Now unless Mitchum is hanging out with Nearly Headless Nick, it wasn't him."

"Don't laugh at me, it's a real concern. That car is over 15 years old and the structure must be deteriorating and is it too much to ask that my child and their mother drive in a safe vehicle."

Rory smiled, she loved his concern for her and their child. It wasn't something she experienced often, and it was even less when she was growing up. She loved her dad but she was never sure if he cared, he never asked where they were living, or what type of car her mom drove, she honestly was never sure if he knew they lived in the potting shed. But, Logan cared, he was worried for their wellbeing and needed to make sure they were safe. "I was thinking about trading it in any way. I keep having to have Gypsy put parts back on it, at this point, it might be more cost effective to buy a new car. Plus, the Prius is too small, and I really wouldn't want to put our baby in that car it's not safe enough anymore. It was fine when it was just me but I won't do something reckless simply because I'm stubborn about money. I'll see what kind of car I want."

"Just see if there's something that catches your eye." They had been walking while they talked about cars when suddenly Rory stopped when Logan turned to ask if there was something wrong when she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a fierce kiss. They kissed for a few minutes until it became necessary to breathe. Logan leaned his forehead against Rory's as he caught his breath. "Not that I don't love that, and I really do. But, what was that for?"

"For caring about us. For worrying about our safety. I was never sure if my dad really cared about me or my wellbeing. I don't think he knew that we lived in the potting shed for all those years and I don't think he even asked. While I loved it, and I always will and I know my mom did the best she could for us it would have been nice to know someone was worried about me. I loved that shed, it was my home for so long, but it wasn't sanitary or particularly warm, and I don't know if my dad ever cared that I grew up without insulation or indoor plumbing. So, thank you, for worrying."

"I'll always worry about you Ace. I worried that I wasn't making you happy when we first got together, I worried when you took time off from Yale and weren't speaking to Lorelai, I worried when Richard died, and I worry now. I'll always worry." They stood in the middle of the park path just holding each other for what seemed like hours but was really only minutes. "Ready to go find your new home?"

"Absolutely."

The first apartment they looked at was a fourth-floor apartment with two bedrooms that was across the street from the park. She walked into the apartment and was at the back of a hallway, immediately to her left was the master bedroom, on the smaller side with no ensuite, further down the hall to the right was the bathroom, then the apartment opened up a little into the space the realtor called the home office but was dead space that was an offshoot into the kid's room, and she wouldn't use as an office anyway. While the living room and kitchen had big windows the light didn't flow back into the 'not office' for some reason. When she looked in the kid's room she decided it was too small and the location of the closet made the layout awkward.

"So, what you do you think Ace? How's your pro/con list looking for this place" Logan said as they stood in the living room. He took her legal pad and scanned the list. "It's not faring well for this place. But you are right, there is no real space for any type of work area, at least a nice one and without the washer/dryer it's not worth what they're asking. We won't buy on location alone."

"No, we won't."

The next place they looked at was on the second floor of a renovated townhouse. The apartment ran the length of the building with the living room and the spare bedroom that was off the living room overlooking the park. The bay window in the living room let light into the open concept area, with the white kitchen in the corner. Across the hall from the kitchen was a half bath, next to it was the wash/dryer, then another bathroom. At the end of the hall there were two doors, to the right was the kids room, long and narrow with a window at the end, it wasn't as big as Rory would have liked but she was apartment hunting in New York, she probably won't get around that, the master had a big bay window which overlooked a brick wall, she snorted wondering who thought of that, there was an ensuite bathroom which was a plus. There was no trim and the apartment seemed very white and sterile. There was nothing wrong with the apartment, it hit all of the points on her list but she wasn't sure.

"How's the list there, Ace?"

"Take a look."

"Why are there question marks in the con column?"

"I'm not sure, it has everything I want but it's missing something."

"Ok, well stop being practical for a second, what is your gut telling you."

"My gut is telling me that the relator's perfume is making me want to hurl." Logan snorted at that comment but tried to bring her back to the issue at hand. "Ok, well besides that."

"My mom's house feels homey, and I know that has a lot to do with the people not the place but this place doesn't feel homey."

"Ok, well there are more places we're scheduled to see today, why don't we put this in the maybe pile and go from there."

"Ok."

The next apartment was similar to the previous, it ran the length of the building making it long and narrow, it was on the second level of a renovated 19th-century mansion, which meant it had high ceilings and was one of the larger apartments in the building because of how the building was originally designed. When you walked into the apartment you were standing in the kitchen which was opened to the living room on the left which had light coming in from the large windows. There was a small alcove off the living room with a window and a bench seat, perfect for a breakfast nook. There was golden wood trim throughout the apartment, used for the baseboards, and doors. The kitchen had the same wood cabinets which gave the apartment a warm and homey feeling that Rory realized was missing in the previous apartments. Directly behind the kitchen, to the right if you were standing at the entrance, was a large walk-in closet, across from the closet was a laundry room/pantry, next to that was a bathroom, and at the end of the hall there were two doors, one directly in front of her and one to the left, the one in front opened up to what would be the kids room. It had a larger window then the ones in previous two apartments, the room wasn't as long as the last apartment but it was wider making it seem bigger and it wouldn't be as awkward to have a little more width to the nursery. The bedroom also had a small walk-in closet, she would've killed to have a closet like this growing up. The master was next door, there were two large windows, across from the window was the ensuite bathroom, next to that was a large walk in closet.

"So? What's your gut telling you now?"

"Hush, you. I'm thinking." Logan tried to sneak a peek at Rory's list as she scribbled away. "You'll see the list, hold on." Rory laughed as she tried to squirm away from Logan. "I see a pro was added that you hadn't been thinking of."

"I know, how'd I forget about storage space."

"Where would you put all your Christmas decorations if you don't have a real closet?"

"Plus the stroller, and who knows what else." Logan looked over the rest of the list and noticed the one, but a significant con. "There's no office."

"Not really. The current owners turned the corner by the window into a little office space which I'm not totally against but still."

"Ok, well here's the thing with condo's, you can renovate a little."

"I can?"

"If you wanted. You could pull out the bench in the alcove and turn that into office space and put a kitchen table by the window or closer to the kitchen."

"That's not a bad idea. This place is definitely a possibility. I like the price point better too."

"Money is not an object Ace. You don't have to worry about it if you don't want to."

"Logan, I'm finally embracing the idea that I have money, but I'm still me. I'll worry about how much I spend and I will not spend an exuberant amount of money on something I don't want or need. Ok?"

"Ok. I just thought I'd put it out there. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

"I appreciate that I do. But, I need to do this my way. After everything, I need some control again, and if you pay for a place then I'll feel like I've lost a part of myself that I'm trying to get back. Please, just let me do this my way."

Logan could tell Rory was getting worked up and pulled her into a hug to try and calm her down. "It's alright Ace. You can do it your way, ok? I won't interfere again."

"Ok?"

"Yes, ok. You can pay however you want. Do you want to go to the next place?"
"Yeah, but I think it'll have to be pretty great to top this place."

The fourth and final apartment they looked at was on the second floor of a renovated brownstone. When you walked up the steps leading to the apartment you would enter the apartment and stand in the kitchen. Behind the front door was the washer and dryer, there was a dining room just passed the kitchen. An opening had been put in the wall that separated the kitchen and dining room to allow more light into the kitchen. There were pocket sliding doors that separated the dining room from the living room. The living room had a bay window overlooking the street and an entertainment unit with built-in bookshelves and fireplace along one wall. Across from the fireplace there was a small office with a murphy bed, a window and a small closet.

"That is the first closet I've seen in this whole place," Rory said to Logan and he knew that was going in the con column.

There was dark wood trim throughout, and wooden kitchen cabinets and that gave it the homey feeling that was missing in the first two places they looked at. There were three doors that led off the back of the kitchen. The one directly to the left led to a small bathroom, the door more in front led to the kid's room, it was narrower than the room in the previous apartment but was still a decent size and a slightly smaller window and a closet to the left of the door. The room directly behind the kitchen was the master bedroom, it had two windows, the same size as the one in the kid's room, built-in shelves on the wall corner from the window, and there were two closets next to the right of the door.

"So, what's the verdict Ace? I know that the first two are out but what do you think about this place."

"I like the fireplace, the office is great, and it can turn into a guest room easily, but the lack of storage concerns me."

"Ace, you could talk yourself to death about why this place or the other. But, it's coming down to two things, the office, and storage. Neither has both, so which is more important?"

"You aren't going to suggest I look at a bigger place?"

"I'm picking my battles here Ace, I figured that having you choose between a home office and a closet space would be easier than explaining why you should spend more and find a bigger place. I'll save that battle for another time." Rory gave Logan a questioning glare. "Focus Ace, closets or a real office."

Rory bit her lip as she thought. "Closets. The closets are more important. My mom can camp out on the couch, plus the lack of a bedroom might stop her from trying to move in. Plus, this is just for now, I don't need a large place if just me and the bean living there."

"Apartment three it is. You know, I'll be there so much that you'll think I moved in."

"I'm going to give you a key to my new place. That way you can come over whenever you want. I don't want you missing out on your child's life because we're working our crap out."

"You mean that Ace?"

"Yes, I do. Unlimited access, whenever you want. But, don't just pop in and out as you feel like it. I won't have my kid go through what I went through."

"I promise, Ace. I won't be in and out, I'll be here, they will never question just how much we love them."

"Good." Rory smiled then leaned in and kissed him. She was relieved to know that her kid will have the type of family she had secretly hoped for her entire childhood.

Two hours later they were back in Logan's apartment. Rory had offered a little higher than the asking price, which the owners gladly jumped at. Rory signed all the paperwork and she was the proud new owner of an apartment in Brooklyn.

"So, what's Lorelai going to say about you spending 1.5 million dollars on an apartment?"

"Who knows. But I'm pretty sure it will not be pretty. There will be at least one reference to Chuck Bass. And she'll probably say I'm selling out."

"Really? Chuck Bass?"

"It's her go-to reference when she's mad at you." Logan couldn't really fault Lorelai with that, in his less than stellar moments him and Chuck definitely did share some unfortunate qualities.

"Well, I might as well aim for the full deck. I'm going to suggest something that will probably make you mad."

Rory looked at Rory suddenly very worried about where this conversation was going. "What did you do?"

"Nothing yet. But Rory, if we're really going to do this, the whole life together. I'm going to need to tell my mom about the baby. She might be a little less hostile now that I'm the head of the family and hold the purse strings but I'm still not sure exactly what she'll say."

"Wow, that's sexist, acquisitive and shallow. And she calls me a gold digger!" Logan chuckled at Rory's mini freak out. "Don't ever start talking about being head of the family, allowances, purse strings or dynastic plans to our children or it'll end very badly for you."

"You have full permission to beat me over the head with a frying pan." Rory let out a snort at Logan's statement. She was glad that finally, after ten years, they were finally on the same page, or at the very least adjacent chapters. "I do have a plan for telling my mom if you'd like to know."

"Ok, how do we plan to tackle the dragon lady also known as Shira Huntzberger?"

Logan laughed, he had never heard anyone refer to his mother as a dragon lady but he hoped he would hear it more often. "You don't have to come if you don't want to. I will not force you into the dragon's layer again."

"Since I am making you come with me to face Grandma, I am coming with you to face your mother."

"Ace, Emily Gilmore and Shira Huntzberger, are very different things."

"Doesn't matter, I'm coming. So, what's the plan?"

Logan sighed knowing that Rory was not going to let up on this one. He could only hope that his mother was just as greedy as he thought because she wouldn't dare make him mad now that he controlled her bank accounts. "Ok, I was thinking that next weekend we could loop through New England and tell everyone if you wanted. I come back to Hartford on Friday, then go to dinner with the dragon lady and Honour. Honour will be so excited We could spend Friday night and Saturday morning in Stars Hollow, spend Saturday afternoon telling the stooges and Steph then go up to Nantucket talk to your Grandma, I'm amazed she doesn't know by the way, tell her, then Sunday we loop through Boston and see your dad."

"You do understand that Nantucket is more than a five-hour drive from Stars Hollow. It's more than six if you go through Boston." Rory said, feeling exhausted just thinking about the amount of socializing she'd have to do that weekend. "I'm probably starting at The Post that Monday. I'm not sure if it's a good idea to do all that driving, deal with crazy socialite grandmothers and move all in one weekend."

"Ace, you've forgotten who you're talking too."

Rory looked at Logan like he had sprouted another head. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm the CEO of a major multimillion dollar company. I've got a private jet."

"Are you insane?"

"No. The airports in Nantucket and Hartford are practically designed for this. It's not that difficult."

"But what about Boston?"

"Fly there too. Depending on when you move everything, we can come straight back to New York after."

"You're insane. And I have no idea when I'm starting."

"Ok, well you were offered the job and you told me you're taking the job. You already have a place to live in. The rest is all semantics. Call Josh on Monday and he'll give you a start date. He'll do whatever you want, even if you want to start in two or three weeks, he loves you."

"You can't do that. There will be blank spaces in the paper."

"There have been blank spaces there for years, another week or two won't kill us. He was being let go this week, whether you took the job or not."

Rory thought about what Logan was suggesting, she knew that they were going to have to tell everyone eventually and doing it all in one weekend sounded like a good plan. Now that Logan was in charge of Shira's lifestyle she might not be so openly hostile towards her. She knew that the Stooges, Steph, and Honour would be thrilled, and maybe if her mom saw her and Logan together it might reassure her that things would work out. Rory also knew that Logan was right about her moving. She was offered the job and she took it, she was going to have to move in the next week or two regardless, a lot of her things were still in boxes from her attempt to relive On the Road. "Ok. Dinner with the ornery dragon lady, the Stooges, my mother, my grandmother, and my father, all in one weekend. You ready for that MAC?"

"In Omnia Paratus."

Three hours later Rory was sitting on the train heading back to Connecticut. Logan took her to Pennsylvania Station, after a long goodbye and a few 'I love you's' from both of them, she had got on the train. When the train pulled out the station, Rory got out her phone and dialled her mother.

"Welcome to Lorelai's house of ill repute, for Ashley press 1, for Amber press 2 for pregnancy fetishes press 3, or stay on the line."

"MOM! What if it was Grandma?"

"That would be one way to tell her huh? When are you planning to do that anyway?"

"Next weekend actually."

"Oh, intrigue. What made you decide that?"

"Guilted Logan into coming with me."

"I'll give him props for that. So, how was New York? How was the job? How's your baby daddy?"

"The job looks great actually. I'd be editor of an entire department. There's only one reporter left because the last editor alienated anyone with any backbone and a resume with any meat. But, I'd get to write and the journalist who'd be under me doesn't mind that she didn't get the promotion. Plus, the Editor in Chief didn't care that Logan put me up for the job."

"Was that before or after the baby news."

"Before. I didn't tell him until after I told him I'd take the job."

"YOU TOOK THE JOB! That's amazing! I'm so proud of you, kiddo!"

"Thanks, mom!"

"So, next apartments, right?"

"I already found a place I love. It has two bedrooms, walk-in closets, which I adore and is in a great location. It's on the second floor of this 19th-century mansion, which was renovated for condos, and because mine is on the second floor it makes it one of the bigger units in the building. There's a great diner just ten blocks away, there's a Barnes and Noble not far from there and there's a big park just down the street. It's amazing mom."

"How much did that cost?"

"Mom," Rory said with a warning tone.

"I'm just wondering if you dipped into your inheritance to pay for it."

"Yes, I did. I have all this money and it's just sitting there. Using some of it so that me and my child have a nice place to live seemed perfectly reasonable to me."

"You're right. So, how's your baby daddy." Lorelai changed the subject since she didn't want to have this fight with Rory over the phone. She wanted to have it in person, so she could explain that using this money would cost her more than it was worth.

"He's a millionaire who's worth so much that it makes my head spin."

"More than you?" Lorelai said in a tone that was laced with condescension

"Yes, mom. He's actually worth about 20 billion dollars." Rory said, starting to get tired of her mom's judgment

"20 BILLION DOLLARS!"

"Yep and the only reason it's not higher was that Mitchum didn't know how the world worked anymore. Then he tried to take on Mark Zuckerberg and lost. So, an entire generation of people laughed at him and made him lose a couple million."

"Holy shit!"

"Accurate." The motion of the train was making Rory realize just how exhausted she was. Since it was nearly a three-hour train ride she decided to take a nap. "Mom, I'm exhausted and I have at least 2 and a half hours before I get to Hartford so I'll talk to you later ok?"

"Ok, sweets. Have a good nap I'll see you later. And I expect all the details from your encounter with Logan."

"I don't think you'll want to know all the details mom."

"Dirty! See ya soon hun."

"Bye, mom"

With that Rory hung up and settled herself into her seat so she could sleep through her train ride.

AN: I hope you liked it! All of the apartments that I mentioned actually are for sale in the Park Slope area of Brooklyn, If you want to take a look, PM me and I'll send you the information to look it up!

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