A/N: Thank you as always for the reviews and kindness. The next installment will be kid based and fun, this one is still fun but no kiddos this week ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls

July 19, 2029

"Rory, what on earth are you doing here?" Emily Gilmore stood with her arms crossed in the foyer of the Gilmore mansion.

"Grandma, you didn't think I wasn't going to come?" Rory gave her a smile.

"What about your children? Where are your children? Who has Logan and William? Is Charlotte here?" Emily looked around.

Rory shook her head, "Charlotte is with Jess and Kelsey in Stars Hollow, and the little boys are with Honor. Logan will be in any minute…we just…we needed to come and say goodbye to this place. This was home for a while," Rory smiled as she looked up at the house that held so many memories for her. Her life had started in this house, it had been a safe haven through her teen years, and for the first couple of years of her and Logan's rekindled relationship with Charlotte, they had lived there. Now it was being sold. Emily had of course offered to let Rory and Logan have it, but they declined. They had a home in Hartford, and they lived primarily in Manhattan, having it sit empty hardly felt fair. As Emily had said so many times before, that home was meant for a family.

"We loved having you here," Emily smiled fondly as she extended a hand to her granddaughter, "I do wish it wasn't under the circumstances with your Mother, but I'm glad we had that time."

"Well, thankfully the felony was expunged," Rory laughed. "Mom is coming, and Logan is just on a call in the car."

"Your mother is coming?"

"Grandma, of course she is coming," Rory told her. It was funny how the Gilmore Girls had come so far over the years. When they had first begun Friday night dinners, it was something born out of obligation, but Rory had in fact grown to love them. Her relationship with her Grandfather would never have happened if it wasn't for those dinners. She enjoyed having an adult relationship with her Grandparents, sure it wasn't always perfect, but the pride in their eyes when they read an article of hers, it made her feel like it was all worth it. Emily and Lorelai still had a complicated relationship, but the two women understood each other more now, and Lorelai certainly enjoyed the adult version of her Mother who lived in Nantucket and volunteered her time much more than she had the woman who was obsessed with the DAR.

"Well, I just couldn't be sure," Emily shrugged and tried to hide the obvious joy on her face. "This place sure has a lot of memories."

"Logan asked me to marry him here," Rory looked around the nearly empty living room.

"More than once if I'm not mistaken," Emily winked.

"More than once."

"Do we really need to bring up that particular moment in time, or moments might be more appropriate?" Logan walked into the living room smiling, he had let himself in just a few minutes after Rory. "Emily, good to see you." Logan gave Emily a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek, "this place…"

"It holds many memories for our family, but it is time to hold memories for someone else," Emily told him. "Why don't I make a coffee? Berta isn't here, but I'm sure I can handle a coffee maker?"

"Mom is bringing coffee from Luke's," Rory told her. "Why don't we just sit on the patio until she comes… talk a bit?"

"I don't know what there is to talk about," Emily looked at her granddaughter incredulously. Emotional attachment wasn't something Emily was particularly fond of showing anyone. She had been raised with a stiff upper lip and her relationship with Richard's mother had set the same example. With Richard, she was herself, she laughed, she enjoyed her life, but she didn't let many people see that side of her.

"Well Grandma, we could talk about all of the memories we had here? What was your favourite memory here?"

Emily smiled, and thought back on all of the years she had spent in that home. "I think," she paused, "I will save it for when your Mother comes."

"Save what for when I come? Are we airing grievances again? Mom, I swear, you need to get over it, I didn't want to marry Christopher at 16…"

"Oh Lorelai, don't be so ridiculous. You have got to get over that. Your Father and I were simply encouraging what we thought was best, we were wrong…how many times do I need to say that?"

"I mean, if I could just get it on tape, that would be nice?" Lorelai handed off cups of coffee to her daughter, son in law and mother, and placed a box of pastries on the patio table in front of them. "What did I miss?"

"Grandma was just going to tell us her favourite memory in this house, and we are all going to do the same…." Rory gave her mother a knowing look.

"I'm assuming not the story about Dad and the trunk?" Lorelai winced a little bit as she looked at her Mother.

"You hiding in a trunk might be a fond memory for me as well," Emily rolled her eyes. "No, I think my favourite memory in this house is when Rory told us she was going to Yale. We never expected her to attend, and…Richard just…he was so happy for that tradition to continue."

"I'm certainly glad that she made that choice too, selfishly." Logan winked. "Although, who knows, I still might've found myself on an invite list to a man-meat party if you'd gone to Harvard."

"That is certainly not a memory I am particularly fond of!" Rory laughed.

"What was wrong with that party? It was a lovely party? You looked beautiful, you were wearing a tiara! You looked like a princess!" Emily seemed shocked to hear that Rory didn't think fondly of that party.

"Grandma, Dean broke up with me at that party…"

"Well, Dean was never good enough for you. So I think that should make it a fond memory, and didn't it pair you up with Logan?"

Logan laughed, "not exactly."

"Logan and I were already friends, but no, I wouldn't call that party the start of things."

"Well when did you two get together?" Emily had always assumed that Rory and Logan had started seeing each other after that party.

"Uhhh…"

"Was it the wedding?" Lorelai chimed in with a wink to her daughter. "Not a great night for me, I must say…but Rory, I certainly remember you and Logan having fun."

"What wedding? You two went to a wedding at Yale?" Emily looked between Logan and Rory.

"Mom!" Rory glared at her mother, "No Grandma, Logan was at your and Grandpa's vow renewal, and we…talked."

"Is that what we are calling it? Talking? Half dressed?" Lorelai enjoyed watching her daughter squirm.

"Oh Lorelai, don't be so crass!" Emily glared, "Rory and Logan certainly know better than to behave so inappropriately at a function."

"Let's move on from this," Rory shook her head, "so Grandma, like you said…me deciding to go to Yale. That was a great memory at this house…moving on," she glared at Lorelai. "Mom, how about you? What is your favourite?"

"Remember when we watched ballroom dancing?" Lorelai laughed, she had been furious when her mother monopolized Rory prior to her starting at Yale. "Mom, you fell asleep in the den."

"Well you two were ridiculous, you wouldn't stop watching it!"

"We were ridiculous?" Lorelai gasped, "Mom, you turned it into the longest dinner known to mankind and I'm pretty confident it was just because you were upset with me for not coming to dinner!"

"Well come on Lorelai, you had to know I expected to see you. You'd just gotten back from Europe! Is it so unreasonable to expect to see my daughter? To hear about your trip?"

"Oh we are not doing this again Mom!" Lorelai rolled her eyes, "The arrangement for Rory to pay for school was between you and Rory…I had things to do, it was not a slight."

"Ladies," Logan interrupted smoothly, "it has been a long time since Rory started Yale…it might be time to move on?"

"Only if Mom agrees that she was being vindictive."

"I was not being vindictive Lorelai, you are paranoid, I was simply trying to enjoy time with my Granddaughter before she went to college!"

"Where she would continue to have weekly dinners with you…she was moving out of my house!"

"Oh don't be dramatic Lorelai, you two hardly spent any time apart!"

"Not until she stole a yacht!"

"Enough!" Rory finally shouted, "I feel like I'm mediating an argument between Charlotte and her brother, please, stop. This was not supposed to be a chance to bring up all of the hard feelings that apparently still linger… this was supposed to be happy. So let it be something happy! My favourite memory here was the first dinner we were all back together after the fall out!"

"What dinner was that?" Logan had to admit that he didn't think he had heard about that.

"Oh when Mom told me about how she called your Mom out for being rude to Rory!?" Lorelai giggled.

"That is the one!"

"You never told me about this, Ace?" Logan looked at his wife with confusion.

"Well, I wasn't about to out my Grandmother for calling your mom the c word - plus, we've come so far since then with your Mom."

"Oh but I still feel like this was worth telling me about," Logan smiled. He liked when he heard about Emily being something other than proper.

"We were just…airing our grievances," Lorelai shrugged, "everything that went on during the estrangement."

"And before…"

"Much before," Emily agreed. "It was funny…looking back on it all. This house…it knows all of our secrets."

"It was there for everything," Lorelai agreed, "the highs, the lows, the coffee induced craziness and the scotch fuelled decisions."

"I guess we are a part of it's history now."

"I guess so."

"Should we do something to mark the occasion?" Logan asked, "A bottle of champagne?"

Lorelai stood up and shook her head, "no, I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" Emily asked as Lorelai walked back into the main house and left the patio doors open.

Lorelai walked up the stairs and to her old bedroom, she moved into the bathroom and looked under the sink where she had long ago stashed a bottle of scotch. "Mom, do you have paper cups?" Lorelei shouted as she came back down the stairs, wiping the neck of the bottle as she did to rid it of it's dust.

"What on earth do you need paper cups for?"

"No cups, we can just go from the bottle? Anyone have a communicable disease we should know about?" Lorelei joined them back on the patio, bottle of scotch in hand.

"What is this? Where did it come from?"

"Rory, go get cups!" Lorelai winked and Rory made her way quickly into the main house. "I hid this under the sink when I was pregnant with Rory," Lorelai smirked, "Christopher and I were going to drink it one day

"Lorelai that has been sitting under a bathroom sink for over forty years. We cannot be drinking that."

"Shouldn't Dad be here to drink it? Rory laughed, she handed her mother the paper cups, and Lorelai began to pour, she handed a paper cup to Rory, Emily and Logan.

"Dad isn't here today, kiddo, so it's just us." Lorelai shrugged, "Mom, you remember how much Dad loved his scotch, so…this is like an honour, if he taught me nothing, it is that aged scotch is good. This is aged."

"Lorelai, aged under your bathroom sink is not a thing!"

"Mom," Lorelai raised her cup, "come on, propose a toast."

"Well, this is incredibly inappropriate, it isn't even noon," Emily shook her head at the cup as she lifted it up, "but I suppose we owe this home a debt of gratitude. For always being there, for always being a safe place for this family, and for always being where we came home to."

"I'll drink to that," Lorelai nodded, "and to Dad."

"To Grandpa," Rory smiled.

xxx

"No kids for the night?" Logan put on his seatbelt as he and Rory got back into his Tesla and left the Gilmore Mansion for one final time.

"No kids," Rory nodded, "I just…I can't believe it…"

"It's strange," Logan admitted, "that place…it had so many memories."

"I know," Rory agreed, "but Grandma is right…it's meant for a family, it was too big for just her."

"We lived there for a little while," Logan smiled, thinking back to when he, Rory and Charlotte had lived at the Gilmore house. "It was home."

"I think that for the first…sixteen years of my life," Rory paused to think as Logan drove through the residential area, "I went to that house three times a year. Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving…to think that we started going weekly, and so much changed because of that dinner…it is pretty cool."

"If your Mom hadn't needed to borrow money for Chilton, and you hadn't decided to go to Yale…we would not be having this conversation."

"Oh come on, you never went to visit Harvard? We could have connected across the quad…" Rory laughed.

"I don't think I have ever stepped foot on the Harvard campus," Logan laughed, "I made a point to avoid the Yale campus and I went there so…"

"Well, maybe if my Grandparents had found out I was dating Dean again, they would have had to host a Male Yale party, and if they hosted the Male Yale party, you would have been there and we would have been destined to end up together."

"Maybe," Logan laughed. "What do you want to do today? We have the day…"

"I want to go get the boys," Rory laughed. "The joys of parenting…when we have time to ourselves, we want to be with our kids, when we are with the kids…we want time to ourselves."

"I wouldn't mind seeing the little lunatics too," Logan admitted. "Why don't we crash with Hon and Josh?"

"Do you think that will be ok?"

Logan nodded as he turned on his turn signal to indicate a left run, "she has a crib, we have clothes, Jess can bring Charlotte back here, or we can pick her up in Stars Hollow tomorrow. You said they were visiting his Mom?"

"You should call Honor."

"Ace, you've gotta just live. This is the fun of when people tell you that you have an open invitation….taking advantage of that generosity. It's the perfect storm. She will want to hold Liam all day, we're still around, Logan will have a blast with his cousins…"

"William," Rory corrected. They hadn't quite agreed on a nickname for their youngest son.

"Liam…"

"I'm going to lose this battle, aren't I?"

"You agreed to it at first!" Logan countered, "We agreed to William and he would go by Liam because you didn't like Will, and you named Charlotte without me…"

"You've gotta let that go!" Rory laughed. He was right, she had agreed to Liam, but there was something about the little baby that she preferred to call him by his full name.

"Liam?"

"Liam," Rory rolled her eyes.