A/N: This story is a sequel to Happier, so I would recommend reading it before starting this. My goal will be to publish at least one chapter a week. The premise of this story is that we see one day, July 19 over the course of the years of their relationship. Read, review, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls

July 19, 2025

Rory Huntzberger was pacing, back and forth in the kitchen of the home she shared with her husband and daughter. Charlotte would be arriving home from a weekend with her Grandparents the following evening, and her husband, Logan was returning from a day of golf with Colin and Finn, and Rory was waiting. Dark jeans slung around her hips and a black long short shirt, her hair was loose and falling over her shoulders as she checked her watch for what felt like the thousandth time that evening.

"Ace, I'm home," Logan walked in from the garage, she hadn't heard it open, which was somewhat ironic given that she was waiting for his arrival, "I'm late, I'm sorry."

Rory smiled as he met her in the living room, it faced the back of the property, the sun sparkled off of the water in the pool, perfectly landscaped, perfectly manicured. "Hey, I was beginning to think our adults only weekend was going to end up being a weekend to myself."

"I know, I'm sorry, I swear it was Finn," Logan pulled her in for a kiss, "it was horrible."

"Being with Colin and Finn was horrible?"

Logan shook his head, "no, being with them was great, golfing however is just as horrible as I remember from the one time I did it last year."

Rory smiled, "I have news."

"News? About the Netflix series?"

Rory shook her head, "not about the Netflix series," Rory told him, referring to the deal she had signed for her first book to be turned into a miniseries. "About us, and Charlotte…"

"Charlotte is alright, right?" Logan looked at her with concern.

Rory smiled again, he had been a part of their life for 4 years, they had been married for almost 3 and the look of worry in his eyes when he thought about his daughter still made Rory's heart skip, the love he had for her was beyond the point that she could have ever imagined when she had sent him an e-mail telling him that their daughter was born. Charlotte Emily Huntzberger was the love of Logan Huntzberger's life and Rory was absolutely fine with coming in second after their eight year old daughter. "Charlotte is fine, this is good news…news for us."

"Did I forget a weekend away? Did you finally find a first edition of Jane Eyre? Did that annoying PTA Mom finally admit that she had a nose job?" Logan kissed her again, "come on, the suspense is killing me."

"I'm pregnant," Rory held his hands, "and I think you might be the father."

His eyes grew wide at the news, it was almost as if he hadn't heard her correctly. "You think or are you sure?" Logan grinned, "You're serious, Ace?"

"Well I haven't done a paternity test, but I believe you are the only option."

"We're having a baby," Logan kissed her, "this is the most amazing thing I have heard I think…since the last time I found out we had a baby."

"Well this time you get to be here for the whole thing, sleepless nights, diaper blowouts, spit up, leaking boobs…" Rory told him, "happy?"

"Thrilled, in fact I don't think I've ever been so happy to think about baby poop," Logan grinned at her. "When did you find out? How long have you been hiding this from me?"

Rory laughed, she had wanted to tell Logan the moment the doctor confirmed it the day before, but somehow she had managed to refrain, she had managed to get Charlotte to Stars Hollow and not spill the beans to her mother, she had managed to do her groceries, laundry and even see her sister in law the night before without spilling the beans. "I found out yesterday," Rory told him, "I didn't think you would want to find out at dinner with Honor and Josh though."

"No, I prefer to know things before my sister, just a bit of a head start."

"So demanding."

"So we're having a baby, another baby, and this time I get to be there this time…when are you due?"

"Early April," Rory told him, "I get the dating ultrasound in a few weeks, hoping you'll be there…if you don't have other plans…another wife?"

"Got rid of her a few years ago, replaced her with a cuter model."

"Smarter model," Rory laughed, "so i was thinking…in the spirit of the fact that I am pregnant, maybe we could order pizza for dinner?"

"Yes, a celebratory pizza?" Logan raised an eyebrow, "Time honoured Gilmore tradition?"

Rory took his hand and pulled him onto the couch so that they could sit, "something like that. So you're alright with this? Another baby?"

"Ace, we talked about this, we were trying to have a baby…or maybe I am the one who did most of the trying. You did not seem to put nearly as much effort in," Logan winked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, "we're married, we have an eight year old, we wanted another kid."

"We did," Rory agreed, "you worked very hard for this baby. How do you want to tell everyone?"

Logan shrugged, "I think we should just enjoy this…relax, not rush to tell anyone, just…you and I for a bit, and then we can tell Charlotte…then everyone else. Do you think she'll be excited?"

"Charlotte?" Logan nodded in response, "Logan, Charlotte has been asking me for a sister since she was two and a half and one of her preschool friends from Philadelphia had a little sister," Rory smiled at the memory, "so I think she will be pretty excited."

"I get to be there this time," Logan paused to process the information and reflect on his last journey to parenthood.

"I mean, I hope you show up, I wouldn't have to call my other husband," she winked.

"You really think you're hilarious?" Logan laughed, placing a kiss on the side of her head, "I can't believe this is really happening." Rory and Logan had been trying for almost a year, they both knew that given their age, it was possible that they would struggle conceiving, so they had just decided to try and see what happened. The first few months there was excitement followed by soul crushing disappointment, and for the last couple of months it was just something that they hadn't spoken about. Logan didn't ask, Rory wouldn't tell him when she was ovulating…it wasn't that they were trying to take the pressure off, but they were exhausted from seemingly having their hearts broken every month. "How are you feeling?"

"Logan, I've only known for a day, it's not like a switch flips once the doctor collects your pee in a cup," Rory smiled, "I would imagine in a couple of weeks though I will be exhausted and feel like crap. When I was pregnant with Charlotte, I would nap from five until eight every day."

"That is the most un-Rory thing I have ever heard," Logan laughed, aside from the couple of times she had been sick over the course of their marriage, he wasn't completely sure he had ever seen Rory take a nap.

"Tell me about it," Rory laughed, snuggling into his chest, "I'm happy that we're doing it the right way this time."

"You mean that I'm not showing up four years late to the party?" Logan was speaking into her neck, he gave her a little squeeze and inhaled her scent. "I'm sorry about that…I know we don't really talk about it, and it was more complicated than either of us would like to admit, but I'm still sorry I wasn't here for you, that I didn't know."

Rory swallowed a lump in her throat, he was right. They didn't talk about it, and she didn't want to talk about it. How Charlotte had come to be was not something she was particularly proud of, although she wouldn't have changed it either way. She was not particularly looking forward to when Charlotte was old enough to understand it all, but she wouldn't change any of it given how it had ended up. They were married, they were happy, they were having another baby. They had gotten married at the B&B in New Hampshire where they had said goodbye to each other, Colin had bought it and left it completely unchanged. They had happily spent a weekend laughing and partying with a small group of close friends and family. It had been perfect. Logan had already done the society wedding, and since he had taken over HPG, he didn't owe it to anyone to do it again. They had been married in a sunset ceremony with twinkle lights and fresh flowers decorating the outdoor ceremony, there was champagne and finger foods, enough cake to serve a small army, music and laughter, it was the perfect evening. That was the story she would tell her kids, not the one of London and lies, e-mails and dynastic plans. They were the plan, everyone was where they were supposed to be. "We are where we are supposed to be," she told him quietly, "maybe it isn't how we want our daughter to find her family, but we know the truth Logan, we have loved each other for a long time, and you and I know better than anyone…having parents who truly love each other is a rare thing."

"You saying Shira and Mitchum weren't great examples of eternal love? Soul mates?" Logan laughed. His parents had a marriage of convenience, but at least by the end of it, they had reached a point where they liked and respected each other, it certainly wasn't a relationship he looked to emulate, but he was old enough and mature enough to understand that it wasn't as simple as he had once thought.

"I mean, their fine example might be outdone by my parents," she laughed as she thought of the short period of time where her parents were married. "My grandparents though…my Grandpa was engaged to someone else before he ended up with Grandma."

"Richard, really? How did I not know that?"

"It isn't exactly something Grandma wants to have all of Hartford knowing about," Rory laughed, "but they found their way to each other, and I would say that they loved each other."

"Well, I know that our kids," Logan placed a hand protectively on Rory's non-existent stomach, "will without a doubt be constantly horrified by just how much their parents love each other." Rory laughed at his comment, thinking about them being an old couple sneaking kisses in front of their grandkids, or embarrassing Charlotte at her graduation from high school. Logan brought her out of her thoughts, "we had sushi last week," he looked at her with panic, "that is bad for the baby? Isn't it? Something about the mercury?"

Rory smiled, even though they had just discussed it, it dawned on her that Logan had never done this, he didn't know what was safe, what was safe in moderation, what was just bad…he was like a new mom on a baby blog circa 2014. "You had a glass of champagne last week, is the baby going to have too many toes?"

"It is fine," Rory assured him, "don't worry."

"Well I probably won't stop worrying until this nugget comes out with 10 fingers, 10 toes, one head, two eyes, one nose…" Logan spoke quickly, "How do you know the sushi is fine?"

"I just know babe," Rory assured him, stroking his cheek with her hand, "calm down…"

"What about coffee? How much coffee have you been drinking? Should you stop? I can buy decaf…I'll run to the store now."

"Logan!"

"Rory, you need decaf!"

Rory put both of her hands on his face, forcing him to look at her, "Logan, you need to take a breath. The sushi I had last week is fine, the glass of champagne a week ago is fine…the coffee…will be brought down to moderation, but it will not be decaf. I promise you, everything will be fine."

"It will be fine?" he questioned, his eyes searching hers. "Promise?"

"Pinky swear," Rory kissed him gently.