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A/N: Thank you for the reviews, the faves, the follows. Greatly appreciated, hope everyone enjoys it. As I mentioned, we look at the same day every year, so we are going to miss things, and instead just catch moments in time, not every single detail of their life together.

July 19, 2026

"Mom, can you stay with the baby for a while?" Rory asked she heard her son, Logan Richard Huntzberger crying from inside her old bedroom.

"Of course sweets, I would love to, I have not gotten enough baby snuggles lately. You hog them, you and your husband with the good hair, even Charlotte, she gets more snuggles than I do… Where ya headed?" Lorelei asked as she watched Rory retreat into the bedroom and come out with her four month old grandson, he was the spitting image of his father, the only difference was his blue eyes which didn't seem to be changing with time.

"Coffee with Lane," Rory explained, kneeling on the floor to change his diaper, "how was your nap sweet boy?" Rory grinned as she tickled his tiny pink stomach. "You be good for Grandma? Yes you will, you will be so good Loey."

"Can I take him to see Miss Patty? And Babette?"

"Sure, just make sure to put him in the stroller. I don't want Kirk getting his hands on him and dropping him, it was too close a call the last time."

"That was not my fault!" Lorelai gasped.

"Mom, you handed him the baby, you handed Logan to Kirk and he almost dropped him."

"You know, I want to circle back to something that has been bothering me," Lorelai took Logan from her daughter, "Why did you name Logan Logan but Charlotte isn't named Lorelai? Why does Logan get a Logan and I don't get a Lorelai."

"You have a Lorelai," Rory smirked as she prepped a bottle, "I am your Lorelai, but naming Logan was about me and Logan, big Logan, not little Logan."

"That is going to get confusing," Lorelai shook her head as she kissed the little boy on the head.

Rory shook her head and then kissed her son once more, staring at him for a moment, he was a beautiful baby, "I'll be home soon, be good for Grandma," she smiled as she gave them a quick hug and grabbed her purse.

"Where is Logan? Big Logan," Lorelai clarified.

"Mom, I knew who you were talking about," Rory laughed, "he took his mom and Charlotte to Mrs Kims, she is redecorating."

"He brought his Mom here?"

"Things are good, you know that, they have been for years."

"I know, it's just weird - thinking of the Huntzbergers here."

"You know I am a Huntzberger? As is Charlotte…and little Logan…also a Huntzberger."

"Are you sure? I mean, the first one, you, I happen to know were born a Gilmore…these other two…can't be sure."

"Mom," Rory laughed, "it is not weird that Shira is here, it is good. It is good for the kids, it is good for Logan, and it is good for Mrs. Kim because Shira is a rich as hell widow."

"Good point, ok, go, we're good, no Kirk, bottle is ready, diaper is changed, say bye bye Mama," Lorelai turned to baby talk as Rory walked out the door, "love you!"

xxx

Rory had decided to walk the familiar path to Luke's Diner instead of driving, she smiled as she saw Lane sitting at the counter waiting for her, it felt like nothing had ever changed, like they were still 16 and giggling about boys, music, the CDs hidden under the floorboards. "Lane!" Rory squealed as she walked in, "Have you been waiting long? Sorry, Lo just woke up." she explained, using one of the many pet names she had given her son since his birth.

"I've just been here for a couple of minutes, which was nice because it let me catch up on Rolling Stone. But you know, and maybe you can do something about this, what with your connections and all," Lane cocked her brow, "I miss getting it in print. I hate this online crap. Who is responsible for that?"

"My husband I think," Rory laughed, "I mean, maybe not Rolling Stone because HPG doesn't own it, but the whole digitization…you'll have to take that up with Logan, he was a driving force."

"Well, I for one miss the paper copy, smelling the paper copy, the pages sticking, the glossy print…"

"Do you remember how we used to have your subscription sent to my house?" Rory laughed as Luke silently pushed a cup of coffee across the counter to her, "You would rush over after school and we would read it together?"

"Weren't things simpler then?" Lane smiled at the memory, "Man, now though…I hope my kids don't lie to me the way I lied to my Mom," she spoke with a tinge of sadness.

"Oh Lane," Rory rubbed her best friends arm, "you know things were different with your Mom, Steve and Kwan are great kids."

"I have teenagers Rory, what if they are secretly hiding an Old Testament in the floorboards?"

"Tell them they don't need to hide it," Rory smiled, "that is the secret. My mom never told me anything was off limits…even when I went to Yale instead of Harvard, the dream I had my entire life…she just let it happen, even if it wasn't what she wanted."

"There was the whole yacht thing," Lane winked, "and for a brief moment, your Mom seemed a bit more like Mrs. Kim than I ever thought possible."

Rory laughed at the memory, inhaling the scent of the coffee, "here's hoping that our kids don't steal any yachts."

"I don't even know anyone with a yacht to steal."

"Well," Rory shrugged her shoulders, "Honor…"

"Of course!" Lane raised her hands in exasperation, "sometimes I forget that you aren't our little Rory anymore. You are Rory Huntzberger, published author, you have a Netflix series about your life…as if that isn't the most absurd thing I have ever heard. Your husband like owns the news or something, you live a fabulous life…"

"I'm still me," Rory shook her head, "I still prefer cheeseburgers to frog legs, pizza to caviar and pop tarts to hollandaise, I am still the same girl you have known forever."

"Well sometimes when I see your name for a book tour or a signing at Pottery Barn, it doesn't feel that way."

"Well, throw donuts at them and tell them you knew me first," Rory winked.

"I'm glad you came home, it's been nice."

"It has been," Rory agreed, "and so good for Charlotte. She loves being around my parents and Jess, and it is nice to have a few extra sets of hands," Rory admitted, "I forgot how hard a newborn is."

"Do you think you and Logan are done having kids?"

"We haven't talked about it," Rory admitted, "I mean, we aren't getting any younger…but I just don't know. This is so much harder, I'm more tired…I have more stuff to do, and Charlotte…you should be glad you got the kid thing done at once. Wham bam thank you ma'am!"

"Yes, I frequently found myself thankful for that during my pregnancy when I was waddling around town like a blue whale."

"Alright maybe the pregnancy part would have sucked, but I feel ten million years old."

"Well then I suppose the good news is, you don't look a day over forty," Lane winked.

"I'm forty two," Rory grumbled.

"Buck up, you still look good!" Lane laughed.

xxx

"Daddy," Charlotte groaned, "I don't want to go to bed, I want to stay up with you and Mom."

"Char, Mom and I are just watching a movie. Grandma and Grandpa are staying at the inn, your brother is asleep, Mom and I just want to relax. Please?"

"I want to watch a movie," Charlotte stated once more, "please?"

"Ask Mom," Logan shook his head, at least he knew he had control at work, because when it came to being outvoted by Charlotte and Rory, he never had a say…he hoped that when Logan was older things might be better. His feet were tired from wandering around town all day with his mother and nine year old daughter in tow, he was exhausted from commuting back and forth from Hartford to New York all week, and add to it the fact that he tried to wake up at least once a night with his son to help Rory, Logan was downright exhausted. He heard Charlotte explaining to her mother that he had said she could watch the movie and he couldn't help but laugh at the little con artist, "I said it was up to you Ace," he shouted towards the kitchen, thankful that his son could sleep through most noise.

"I said she could stay up for the first half hour," Rory told him, kissing him gently on the lips as she returned to the living room with a bowl of chips and Charlotte behind her with some candy. "How was your day with your Mom?"

Logan shrugged and sat up a little bit as Rory snuggled into him on the couch, "it was good. You would think she was furnishing the White House with the amount of stuff she bought."

"I mean, I think their house might be bigger than the East Wing of the White House, so in a way…"

Logan laughed, "she got some stuff, some deals, Mrs. Kim drove a hard bargain, as you know, but she did throw in delivery so that was a relief to my Mom."

"Shira Huntzberger, stimulating the local economy, doing her part," Rory winked.

"Shhhh!" Charlotte glared at her parents, "You know the rules, no talking!"

"It's hasn't started yet," Logan glanced at her, "and not to alarm you, but Mom and I make the rules, not you, sorry sweetheart." Charlotte huffed and sat back in the overstuffed chair beside the couch as her parents remained snuggled together, Logan gave Rory a sweet kiss on her temple as Rory snacked on the chips in front of her. "This is nice, I'm glad we came, got away from the hustle and bustle of it all," he whispered to avoid being reprimanded by his daughter.

"I know," Rory smiled, "I'm glad too. You've been so busy with work, all this time in Manhattan, and I feel like I've been in non-stop meetings."

"Are you glad that Doyle signed on?"

"I can't think of anyone better to be the screenwriter for the college years," Rory admitted, "he is a good fit, and at the very least he is still so afraid of you that I can totally boss him around and make sure he doesn't take too many liberties with the truth."

"Doyle? Liberties with the truth?" Logan chuckled. "How are he and Paris doing?"

"They get along for the kids," Rory shrugged, "the divorce has been hard on her, it never really got easier. I think she thought they would find their way back to each other, but every time I see her, she is more annoyed with him. Leather jackets, hair gel, designer shoes…"

"And here I always thought it was Paris who was the materialistic one in that relationship," Logan winked.

"I'm thankful everyday that you agreed to let go of your designer shoe collection when we got hitched," Rory laughed, "the closet never would have been big enough for my shoes and your shoes."

Logan laughed, they had friends who had divorced, separated, re-married, step kids, affairs. It may have taken longer for Rory and Logan to get together, but they were happy. They bickered, but they didn't fight, nothing that couldn't be resolved with a simple apology. Logan was running an empire, Rory was incredibly busy with her books and consulting for her Netflix series, not to mention a busy 9 year old and a 4 month old. They had date night at least three times a month, Charlotte normally spent one weekend a month with Lorelai and every couple of months a weekend with Shira, followed by a few sporadic visits with Honor, Josh and their boys, she was surrounded by family at all times. Logan wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was proud, proud of how his family had come together, they had remained close after his father died. They celebrated holidays, birthdays, special occasions, they spent at least a week together each summer in the Hamptons, they were close, and it was real. Logan had been jealous of the Gilmore family when he saw them together as a family all those years ago, but finally he had that family too and he would be damned if anyone or anything got in the way of that.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Rory asked, she could see that Logan was thinking of something, Charlotte had fallen asleep on the chair.

"You, us," Logan admitted, "how much things have changed in the last few years."

"For the worse, of course," Rory quipped.

"I'm surprised I get out of bed every day," Logan laughed.

"I'm surprised you do too, but more so because I'm surprised I let you out of bed everyday and that I don't insist that you don't just walk around in your skivvies."

"That could be arranged," Logan laughed, "I mean if you insist."

"Maybe our next grownup weekend," Rory smiled, "I have a question." she straightened up a bit.

"Shoot."

"Do you…I mean, after Logan…do you want more kids?"

Logan took a deep breath in, "I hadn't really thought about it," he admitted, "do you?"

"I don't know," Rory shrugged, "we're not getting any younger…but then…Charlotte and Logan are perfect."

"Well, why don't we just see what happens?" Logan suggested.

"How French of us, just live and let live?"

"Whatever you want Ace, if you want more, I will have one hundred more, if you're done, I'm done. As long as we're together, and the kids are safe and healthy…all we need."