AN: It's a quarantine miracle! Another chapter before the seasons changed! Huzzah!

On with the show

The next morning, Logan was trying to get some work done so Emily and Rory were able to have some time alone.

"Rory, you gave me the highlights of what's been going on, now I want to know everything that's happened since I last saw you. Which must have been a lot?"

"Well, two weeks ago, Logan called me out of the blue and offered me a job. That was one of the stranger job offers I've ever gotten but I'm so glad that it did."

"I'm sure. Mitchum was an ass hole and I think that Logan might be glad that he's gone. It'll give him a chance to shine."

"You're absolutely right. Well, after I decided I'd take the job, I bought a condo in Brooklyn."

"Brooklyn! Why not Manhattan?"

"Living in Brooklyn will make my life so much easier considering I work for the Brooklyn Daily Post. It's a very nice place, in a nice area, I think you'd like it, Grandma."

Emily sighed, if she had learned anything in her life was not to push when it wasn't necessary. "I trust you but, I want to come and see the place."

"You will, and your tea set has pride of place."

Emily grinned, pleased that Rory hadn't rejected the heirloom out of hand. "Oh Rory, I'm glad that you like it."

"It's gorgeous Grandma. I'm a little hesitant to use it though."

"It's a well-loved pot, use it, that's what it's for!"

Rory laughed a little at her grandmas' exuberance. "I will. I always knew that this would be complicated, but I didn't realize how bad it could be. There are so many people against Logan and me, and it makes me wonder if it's all worth it."

"I am firmly on your side here, and I can't say for Logan's family but if I had to guess, his odd friends are as well. Who is so against you and Logan?

"Mom and I had a fight when I moved into my new apartment. She got upset when she found out how much I paid for the apartment, and she said that I was throwing my life away for a boy. She was pretty insistent I go back to Stars Hollow and when I put my foot down and said no, she stormed out and we haven't spoken since."

Emily sighed, not at all surprised at Lorelai's reaction, and judging from the way Rory told the story, she wasn't surprised either. "Your mother is very stubborn, and it's often her way or no way. You can't let her disapproval control your life, she didn't and she's happier for it."

"I don't want to break ties with mom, even after everything, she's still my mom."

"Well, try and talk to her, and hopefully she'll come around."

Rory nodded and hoped that her grandma was right. "Logan and I decided to do a lap and tell everyone important in one weekend. So, we stopped by the Huntzberger's for dinner on Friday to tell them."

Emily almost snorted before speaking. "How'd that go?"

Once Rory stopped laughing at hearing her grandmother snort she spoke. "Well, we never got dinner. Honour was thrilled and Shira was as hospitable as always."

"I bet. What did she say?"

Rory hesitated a moment, not wanting to bring the wrath of Emily Gilmore down on anyone but Emily pinned her with a withering glare and Rory started babbling. "She said that I didn't come from proper stock, I would tarnish his reputation and that I was a whore."

"That pompous bitch." Rory startled at her grandmother's choice of words. "Oh, don't look at me like that I know how to curse. How could she say that you were from lesser stock, I'd bet that your farmer boyfriend was bluer blood then she was."

"Wait, Dean?"

"That woman was a stripper in no-where Arkansas when she got pregnant with Honour. She has no right to say those things to you."

"Grandma, it doesn't matter. Logan put her in her place and threatened to cut her off and throw her out of the house if she didn't behave. She was quiet after that."

Emily seemed to nod in approval and relax some. "You've got a good one, even your grandfather didn't stand up to his mother for me."

"He married you anyway, and he loved you so much."

"I know, but it would've been nice for him to stand up for me."

"Speaking of Gran, an odd thing happened."

"What did the old bat do now?"

"Well, she apparently left me everything she had when she died."

"What?" Emily yelped shocked. "How did I not know about this?"

"I don't know. I was supposed to get it when I got married but when grandpa died it all got transferred to me."

"I can't believe it. When did you find out?"

"We met with the lawyer yesterday and she informed us of how much I was left. They called me Friday to ask for a meeting about an inheritance, so I knew I was left something, I just didn't know how much until yesterday."

Emily stared at Rory for a minute before composing herself enough to ask another question. "How much were you left?"

"It came to 165 million dollars, which included the trust fund. She also left me her English house."

Emily resembled a codfish, the way her mouth was hanging open in shock. "It's starting to make some sense now."

"What?"

"When your grandfather and I would go to Europe and he would always say that he had business to attend to in England. I couldn't figure out what type of business and he never told me, but now that I know about the house, he must have been going to check on the house and make sure it was in proper order." Emily thought about their trips to Europe, realizing that her theory made sense. The business in England didn't start until after Trix had died. Suddenly another thought occurred to her. "You only found out about this yesterday?"

"Yes. Now, before I explain that you have to promise not to overreact." Emily groaned a little then nodded in agreement. "From what I understand, Trix's estate got filed differently from grandpa's so when it came time to deal with this it got lost until someone found it by accident. The lawyer that grandpa set up his will with at first, died less than two weeks before grandpa so it was handled by someone who didn't know about Trix's estate."

"How could they be so incompetent! The Gilmore's have been clients of that firm for over 40 years, how could they treat us this way!"

Rory cut off Emily's rant before she could start plotting their demise. "Grandma, the lawyer who made the error has retired and is no longer practicing. The lawyer who fixed it was trying to repair an old man's mistake and it's not their fault. Also, I gave them an Emily Gilmore style scolding, you would have been proud. So, I think we're done."

Oddly enough, right at that moment, Berta appeared with a soup that seemed to soothe Emily just by the smell. "Thank you, Berta." Emily took a sip then looked at Rory. "You are right. The person at fault can't be punished and it's hardly the new person's fault." Emily looked at Rory and something occurred to her, they were living in a new world and women could do more than they could in her days. Rory was the head of the family now and she seemed to be filling the enormous shoes extremely well.

"You handled that very well, and I'm proud of you Rory." Rory beamed at the compliment. "But I will be mad at Trix until the day I die."

"I wouldn't expect anything less, Grandma."

After the exhausting conversation, Emily and Rory settled in for some tea and Berta's soup, which hit the spot in the cold Nantucket winter.

Rory, Emily and eventually Logan had spent the early part of the day catching up and retelling memorable stories of Richard, which turned out to be cathartic for Rory. When it finally came time for them to say goodbye, the other branch of Gilmore's were hesitant to be parted.

"It was so good to see you, Rory. I do wish I could spend more time with you."

"Well, now that things have calmed down a little, hopefully, we can spend more time together."

"That would be wonderful. Now, don't forget, just because you were just here doesn't mean you can skip Christmas with me."

"Never, we'll be here Grandma."

"Alright." Emily turned her attention to Logan. "I expect you to take good care of my granddaughter."

"I wouldn't do anything less. I am so sorry that I didn't make it to Richard's funeral."

An absent look briefly crossed Emily's face at the mention of her husband's funeral, but quickly righted herself, Emily: the ever-ready hostess, "I understand, London is a little out of the way to justify coming to a distant colleagues funeral. Your parents were there so the Huntzberger's were represented."

"Oh no, did they pretend to behave, at least?"

"Honour was appropriately upset and gave me a lovely flower arrangement."

"At least someone knows how to behave," Logan said.

"Your sister is just lovely, don't worry about her." Emily smiled then started to shoo them down the driveway. "Now, hurry along, don't worry about an old lady like me, I'll be fine."

After another round of hugs and Goodbye's Logan and Rory left, heading to catch their plane to Boston.

Two hours later Logan and Rory pulled up to Christopher's house in Boston. Rory looked up at the house unnerved and fiddling with her coffee cup because no matter how pregnant she was some moments required coffee.

"Ace, you've got to calm down, we aren't walking into the dragon's den here."

"At least I could properly prepare for that. I've already done that with Grandpa in college, that would be easy, present concept, explain uses, and charm the judges. I have no idea what is going to happen with this!"

"You're right, we don't know what is going to happen with this, but I do know that Chris loves you, and I don't think he'll be too upset."

"He's got a funny way of showing it."

"Yeah, well, not everyone can be 'Parent-of-the-year'. It'll be fine."

Rory got out of the car after a little more cajoling from Logan, as they made their way up to the front door Logan suddenly made an indignant snort. "What was that?"

"That, was me realizing that we've switched places. I am convincing you that your family won't take your head off when we sit down for a meal together."

"Haha, laugh it up chuckles. Your family is still something right out of The Stepford Wives."

"We are in the right state, maybe I should have mom checked for robot parts." Logan rang the bell before Rory could stall anymore, thinking they were likely going to be trading off like this in some fashion for a good chunk of their lives.

"You're mean."

"You love me."

The door swung open to reveal a thirteen year-old-girl that Logan didn't recognize.

"Rory!" The smaller girl hugged Rory before pulling her into the house.

"Hi, Gigi! How are you?" The girls started talking as they made their way into the house and took off their jackets. Logan couldn't help but think that Rory's fast-talking tendencies didn't just come from the Gilmore's.

"Good! I can't wait to start high school next year! Dad said I'm going to Middlesex in the fall and I can't wait!"

"I'm surprised you aren't going to Andover, Dad always said that he had the best time there."

"It's further away, plus the history of Middlesex is amazing, plus Bret Stephans and Elizabeth Mayhew both went there."

"Wow! That's amazing."

"It is! I'm glad I talked dad out of sending me to Windsor, though. Who'd want to go to an all-girls school?" Gigi said in horror.

Rory laughed at the dramatic look on her sister's face. "Not you, I take it?"

"No! Oh, guess what?"

"What?"

"Grandma is here too! Maybe we can gang up on dad and make him do that panicking talking thing he does when he gets confused."

"We'll see." Logan noticed that Rory became a lot less perky at the mention of her other grandma, but before anything could be said Gigi headed into the living room leaving them no choice but to follow. "Oh my god! I am so sorry Logan. I didn't know she was going to be here!"

"It's ok, Ace. We can't keep the Hayden's waiting." Logan could tell that Rory was feeling anxious, but with no time to talk her down, he put a hand on her back and led her through the door that Gigi had disappeared through.

In the living room, Gigi had sat down next to Francine and was happily talking away about Christmas break and the gifts she was excited to get.

"Hey, kiddo!" Chris had come over and wrapped Rory in a hug. "Logan," The two shook hands once Chris got over his shock of him being there. "I haven't seen you in a long time, it's good to see you again."

"You too Chris. Thanks for having us over."

"Anytime. I wish I could see Rory more often. I always thought you and Rory were good together, and despite what Lorelai might think, I like you and hope you stick around."

"That's the plan."

"Still using your interesting yardstick?"

"Oh c'mon, there are few people I can properly swap war stories with and he's got better ones than me."

"Oh god. Can we sit down, we cannot leave your mother waiting?" Rory said to Chris.

Once everyone was settled Rory began speaking with Francine. "Hello, Mrs. Hayden."

"Hello, Rory," Francine said softly.

"Hello Grandmother" Before Rory could say anything else, she turned to Logan to introduce herself. "Hello, I believe we've come across each other, but have never formally met. I'm Francine Hayden, Rory's grandmother."

"We probably have come across each other somewhere, this is Hartford after all. Logan Huntzberger." Logan had turned on the charm immediately and of course, Francine took a liking to him.

"How exactly are you involved in our family get together? I assume you know Rory, but I thought this was going to be family only."

"Grandmother, Logan is my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? Aren't you a little old to have a boyfriend?"

Logan chimed in before Rory could step in with a snarky comment. "I plan to upgrade my potion soon." Logan stage whispered, visibly relaxing Francine which calmed Rory down.

"Did you say your name was Huntzberger? Your father was Mitchum Huntzberger, yes."

"Yes," Logan said a little apprehensively. Occasionally, especially now that he had died, once people realize Logan's connection to Mitchum they will take their grievances out on him.

"I hope you don't mind me saying, your father was a piece of work." Rory's mouth dropped open in shock as Logan just laughed.

"I completely agree. That man was trying to take over the world and nearly destroyed the family trying to do so, and he nearly ran the business into the ground because he was too stubborn to let someone else take over."

"Straub was the same way, but he passed before any more damage could be done." Francine looked at Rory sensing her opening she took it. "Rory I believe I owe you an apology."

"Oh no, that's ok. It doesn't matter."

"No, it does. My husband and I treated you horribly and that should not have happened. We were your grandparents and should not have treated you like you were some horrid stain on our life, which couldn't be further from the truth. We are actually quite proud of you Rory. You see, Straub had plans for your father and when things didn't go his way, he would become angry and hostile, and your existence through the largest wrench imaginable into the dynastic plan." The use of that last phrase made Rory and Logan chuckle; Francine just looked at them baffled but continued unphased. "When your father refused to go to Princeton, Straub assumed it was because of you and your mother, and it was the same when he was evasive about his business dealings and where he was spending his time. This continued for about two years after the disastrous dinner with you. It was then that Chris informed us that he had a good job and was starting to be successful, and it was all because of this woman named Sherry who made him straighten up. It wasn't until he informed us that he had bought a house in Boston and was moving in with Sherry that we realized we had likely jumped to inaccurate conclusions. We made a few calls and did some research and discovered that Chris hadn't been with you and your mother in your small town for all those years. That was when we fully realized that we were taking our anger out on the wrong person." Francine reached over and took a sip of her wine before continuing. "By the time we had discovered our error you were about in your senior year of high school and we felt to much time had passed since our horrible initial meeting. By then we honestly didn't know if you ever wanted to see us again, and after everything, we could see why you wouldn't, so we watched from afar. Straub spoke to your Grandpa and he sent us copies of every piece of information he had on you, old photos, your transcripts and your articles from your school papers. He kept us abreast of everything that you were doing and what was going on in your life. We wanted to make sure you were alright."

After a few moments of stunned silence, a slightly teary Rory spoke up. "You kept tabs on me all those years? It always seemed like you hated me."
"It's horrible that you thought your own family could hate you at all. I will forever be sorry that we treated you so horribly and never made you feel like you were apart of the Hayden family, and considering your joy ride with the yacht I think there is a more Hayden in you then you like to think." Rory let out a bark of laughter, considering the stories she heard about her father's misspent youth, she's surprised it didn't occur to anyone earlier. "I know that we can probably never fully repair what we broke, and we know that too much time has passed but I hope that this will give you some tangible proof that we do care about you, Rory." Francine handed Rory two envelopes and Rory cautiously opened the first, not sure what was going to pop out at her, what she found startled her more then she could guess.

Rory,

The first and last time we interacted was not a pleasant one and that is one of my deepest regrets. I took my anger at your father out on you and I should not have done that. As you may know, I was not an easy man to be related to, your father might even say that it was lucky that we never saw each other because you were kept from the wrath that he was subjected too. I wish I had known you though. It wasn't until it was too late that I realized the grievous error we made.

I always believed your father followed you and your mother to your town, and that was why he dismissed all of my hopes for him, that was why I said those horrible things to you, things I wish I could take back but I can't.

I've taken a hard look at my life in the past few weeks and one of my biggest regrets is that I didn't get the chance to witness what a wonderful young woman you have become.

I would like to leave you with one last piece of advice, us Hayden's have a character flaw that you should be aware of, we don't take failure well and when we fail or things don't go our way we tend to fly off the handle and do remarkably stupid things. Personally, when I was rejected from Harvard Law I went into a rage and put a rock through the Dean of Admissions office window. That cost a pretty penny to clean up, in every way you can imagine. So, watch out for that, Rory.

Though you might not believe it, you are a Hayden as well, you are a part of this family and I hope you don't forget it or reject it. If you do, I'll understand but I sincerely hope you don't.

Yours,

Straub Hayden

(Grandfather)

Rory sat there gobsmacked by the contents of the letter. She had honestly believed that Straub Hayden hated her guts. Hate wasn't even a strong enough word for what she thought he felt towards her, loath, despise and abhor seemed more fitting. But, according to the letter in her hands, he didn't hate her. He may not have felt the unconditional love she got from others but he did care about her and that was shocking. Once she got over the shock enough to digest the entire letter she noted the date it was written.

"January 15th, 2004," Rory stated baffled.

"He wrote that letter three days before he died. Your father had gone to visit you at school and he realized that he wasn't going to have a chance to say what he felt like he needed to say in person, so he wrote you that."

Rory sat silent for a bit before a random thought tumbled out of her mouth. "Grandfather put a rock through the Dean of Admission's window? At Harvard?"

Francine let out a laugh at the absurdity of that statement. "He did. His father donated a concert hall to make the scandal go away."

"He really cared about me? You both do?" Rory was so stunned by the revelation that she was having a difficult time constructing a proper sentence.

"He wasn't one to display his feelings openly, but he knew that he had done wrong by you and that he needed to apologize. He cared in his own way and he hoped that you'd understand that he never really hated you and that you are as much a Hayden as you are a Gilmore."

"I am starting to understand that."

"As a Hayden, you are entitled to certain luxuries that all Hayden's got. You were missed for a long time but we hope the quality outweighs the delay." Francine gestured to the other envelope, which Rory opened completely numbed by the odd turn of events.

Inside she found paperwork she recognized but was having a hard time processing their existence. It was a trust fund, set up for her by Straub and Francine Hayden containing five million dollars.

"Grandmother this isn't necessary." Rory protest once she finally found her voice.

"This is something you should have had from the start and you didn't have it out of misguided anger. We are just correcting our mistake; besides, this is legally your money so you can't refuse it."

"But, it's five million dollars. That has to be too much."

"Rory, Gigi has a similar trust fund. I keep adding to it but by the time she has access to it, the contents will be the same as yours."

"Well, thank you, Grandmother. Truly."

"Scrumptious!" Gigi added suddenly, making Rory laugh.

"I see that some of Lorelai stuck," Logan said with a chuckle.

"She never could resist a movie about daydreams and candy," Chris said fondly.

"That movie terrified me, but that song stuck." Gigi helpfully added.

"That movie scared me too, but I was the only person a Chilton who could sing that soundtrack. It's a great way to sort out the real movie watchers from the posers." Rory added.

"If they don't get the reference-" Gigi asked, understanding what Rory was getting at.

"Run, run far away," Rory said with a smile, feeling like she was imparting some important wisdom.

"Got it," Gigi answered with a giggle. Francine smiled fondly while Chris watched the scene almost sadly. He felt like his daughters had missed out on something precious because of his guilt surrounding Rory's childhood.

"Your welcome, Rory. I do hope that we can get to know each other now." Francine said, bringing the conversation back to the original topic.

"I think that can be arranged," Rory said with a happy smile.

The group lapsed into a comfortable conversation for a bit before Chris got antsy. "Kiddo, you haven't called for us to have dinner like this in years. I need to know, what's going on?!" Chris said in confusion.

Rory glanced at Logan before speaking and at his encouraging smile, decided now was as good a time as any to tell them all. She had no idea how her Grandmother was going to take the news considering how her existence came to be but she figured she'd cross that bridge when they got to it. "Well, I'm pregnant, Logan and I are having a baby."

There was no reaction for a few moments which made Rory increasingly nervous. Finally, Chris broke the silence. "Wow, um, congratulations. Dear Lord, I'm going to be a grandpa." Rory snorted at Chris's obvious statement.

"That's how the generational thing works I believe."

It was Gigi that responded with the type of excitement that Rory was secretly hoping for. "Cool! I hope it's a girl! I've always wanted a sister. I can dress her up like a doll and teach her how to do a proper movie night. I know that she wouldn't be my actual sister but it would still be neat. Do you think I could babysit? I am old enough you know."

Rory couldn't help but be pleased with her sister's reaction. "When they get a little older I think that would be great. When they're little they need to be with me most of the time but you can come to visit us in New York, and since you are my sister you are going to be an aunt. Would you like to be Auntie Gigi?"

"That would be awesome! Thanks, Rory." Gigi rushed over and gave Rory a hard squeeze.

Rory laughed at Gigi's excitement. "You're welcome, Gigi."

Chris decided that it would be a good moment to hug Rory. "Congratulations kiddo. I'm so happy for you."

Chris turned his attention to Logan and shook his hand. "Congratulations, but if you don't look after her, I will hurt you," Chris said trying to be intimidating but not quite pulling it off.

"I won't hurt her." Logan pulled Rory closer, glad that he could show the world just how much he cared for her.

Rory smiled then looked at Francine apprehensively. "Grandmother? Do you have anything to add?"

Francine glanced around the room, knowing that she would have to tread carefully with her next statement. "What are you two planning to do?" Francine said in a concerned yet demanding tone.

Rory sighed, not overly surprised by the question but frustrated that she was going to have to explain this again. "We plan on having this baby, giving it a happy home and spending our lives together," Rory said bluntly. She had had enough pandering to the conservative social set who couldn't seem to wrap their heads around not having a scandalous pregnancy.

"So, you and Logan are getting married?" Francine pushed.

"Someday. When we are ready we will get married but we don't want to get married because I'm pregnant and before we are ready. We want a long and happy life together and that won't happen if we rush it." Rory proclaimed and stared down her grandmother. Rory felt that she had spent so much of her time playing peacemaker and doing things in order to make everyone else happy, and she had enough. She wasn't budging on this and no matter what her grandmother said, she was holding firm.

Francine examined Rory and suddenly realized that this wasn't the same girl she met all those years ago. That girl was nervous and didn't know where she belonged in the world. This woman was confident and sure of herself in a way that Francine knew she wasn't always. "That sounds like a good plan, very sensible."

"Seriously?" Rory said stunned.

"Yes. I want the best for you, and I want you to be happy."

"Thank you, Grandmother."

Not long later the group was sitting down to an early dinner since Rory and Logan had to be back to New York that night. They had talked about Gigi's school and Chris's work and Francine was trying to get to know Rory a little. "So, Rory, the last I heard you were a freelance journalist, are you still doing that?"

"No, actually I just accepted a new job as an editor at the Brooklyn Daily Post, a newspaper in New York City."

"Congratulations," Francine said politely.

"Kiddo, are you moving?" Chris chimed in.

"I already moved actually I was offered the job a week ago and I managed to find a fantastic apartment that was available immediately, so I moved Thursday. It's a great place in Brooklyn."

"Wow. Finally leaving the Hollow permanently, huh? How'd Lorelai take that?" Chris asked.

"Like a root canal. This is a major boost for my career, and she'll come around. I hope."

"Rory, why'd you give up freelancing?" Francine asked, genuinely curious.

"I liked freelancing for a while. I got to go to all these different places and write on whatever I wanted, but I'm a homebody who likes routine, and freelancing didn't allow me to have the type stability that I thrive in."

"So, what made you decide to be an editor at a paper in New York? That had to be a big decision since you ended up moving to a different state, and right now couldn't have been the best time for it."

"Honestly I don't know if I would have taken the job if things hadn't been playing out the way they were. My freelancing opportunities had all but vanished and I was living back home with my mom. I then found out about the baby and realized that something needed to change, and then Logan called."

All the eyes in the room shifted to Logan and he picked the story up where Rory had left off. "When my dad died, I became CEO of HPG, just before he died, he had gained a new acquisition, the Brooklyn Daily Post. While going over the specifics I realized that one of their sections was hemorrhaging money and it was because of their editor. He was overpaid, ineffectual and out of touch, I knew that I was going to have to replace him quickly, I asked Rory if she wanted the job and luckily, she accepted. Saving me from embarrassment and financial ruin."

"I did not save you from financial ruin."

"I'm half convinced Mitchum died in the middle of the acquisition just to see how badly I'd screw it up. At the very least you saved me from being haunted."

"I'd take Casper or Peeves over Mitchum the ghost any day."

As Logan and Rory slipped into an odd argument about Harry Potter of all things, Francine couldn't help but smile at the scene in front of her. She could tell that the pair really loved each other and that they would be happy for a long time. They reminded her of Richard and Emily when they were younger, and that thought sparked hope for them. They all settled in and enjoyed the rest of their time together.

Two hours later Logan and Rory were preparing to leave, though all were hesitant to part. Rory and Francine had started to break through there barrier and had been getting along very well. Logan and Chris had started a conversation about business, to everybody's shock. The once reckless trust fund brats were having a conversation about profits and acquisitions. Gigi had just enjoyed getting to spend some time with her older sister and had been enthralled by Rory's tails of travelling while freelancing.

"Goodbye Rory. It was nice to finally get to know you, and your wonderful fiancé." Rory rolled her eyes when Francine referred to Logan as her fiancé. Once Rory had pointed out that they did want to get married at some point Francine had decided that was close enough. Rory decided not to argue with her on it because she wasn't entirely wrong and that wasn't a hill she was willing to die on.

"I'm glad we were able to spend some time together, Grandmother."

"I will see you soon, both of you." Rory simply smiled and leaned in for another hug, realizing that she now had two Emily Gilmore's in her life.

"You will. We will come up for dinner more regularly."

"I'll see you in the new year then. Goodbye, Rory." Francine gave Rory one last hug then swooped away leaving Rory staring after her with a mild headache.

"Hey, kiddo," Chris smirked at her once Rory was able to refocus on him.

"I've been Gilmored by a Hayden!" Rory exclaimed making both Chris and Logan chuckle.

"Yeah, that happens, but at least you haven't been roped into weekly dinners," Chris said hopefully.

"I think that would have happened if there weren't over 200 miles between us."

Chris just smiled because he knew she was right, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. "It was good to see you, and despite my mom's odd way of asking it, it would be good to see you more regularly."

"I know, I'm sorry that things have gotten so strange between us."

"I don't blame you, it was my fault. I was the adult and I should have been more involved in your life, no matter how old you were."

"Well maybe you can be more involved now."

"I'd like that. I'm excited to be a Grandpa, I know I didn't react great but I'm really thrilled."

"Hey, you reacted better than mom."

"Do I want to know?" Chris said nervously.

"There was some yelling, she said I was ruining my life and that I was supposed to have more than her. Which was ridiculous considering that when I got a well-paying job and a real place to live, that wasn't a potting shed, she flipped out." Chris looked panicked at the insinuation that Rory made.

"What potting shed?" Chris's voice hit a weirdly high octave at the question.

"When mom and I first moved to Stars Hollow we lived in a potting shed behind the Independence Inn," Rory said, it dawned on her, as Chris' face morphed into one of anger and confusion, that Chris didn't have any idea what she was talking about. "You didn't know."

"No, I didn't."

"Can I come back in; we need to talk."

Chris nodded and led them both back into the living, to have a conversation that was long overdue and Chris assumed would leave him feeling worse than he already felt about Rory's childhood.

AN: Ten points to whoever guesses the movie Gigi is referencing!

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