""What did you pick Ace?" Logan asked as he walked back into the room a few minutes later. Rory glanced up at him from where she had been studying the selection of movies on Netflix. Rory stiffled a giggle as she took in the "more comfortable" outfit that he had changed into. His shirt was a gag gift that Finn had given him while she was the editor at Yale Daily News, across the front in bright blue letters it read, "I slept with the editor of the Yale Daily News and all I got was this lousy t-shirt." His bottoms were black sweat pants.

"Nice shirt Logan." Rory laughed, more than spoke.

"I thought you'd appreciate it." He made his way to the fridge and grabbed two Gatorades, one for himself and one in case Rory wanted one."So what movie?"

"It's a toss up between Attack of Killer Tomatoes and Snakes on a Plane. But first can I change into jammies?" She asked softly.

"So apparently its bad movie night?" Logan asked with a grin as he sat down. "And Ace, of course you can change first. You don't have to ask me."

Rory smiled and set the remote down on the coffee table. "You make the final decision on the movie, and I'll be back soon." With that she picked up her bag off the floor where they had moved it to make room to sit on the couch, and made her way into the guest bedroom. Quickly she pulled out a faded New York Times tshirt and pair of Pink sweats. She changed quickly, pulling her hair into a messy pony tail, and slipping her feet into a pair of soft gray slippers that she had stuck into her bag. After she messed with her hair for a couple more seconds, she went back t o the living room.

"How do you do that?" Logan asked as she settled in on the couch next to him.

"Do what?" Rory asked with a surprised look on her face.

"Wear something as simple as a ratty old t-shirt and a pair of sweats, and still look stunning."

Rory blushed. "I'm four months pregnant, smell like garlic and cheese and t his shirt is nearly ten years old. Are you sure you haven't been drinking vodka instead of water?"

"What can I say? Garlic and cheese are aphrodisiacs." Logan joked as he put his left arm up on the couch , welcoming her to come cuddle.

It took the brunette a split second before crawling over and cuddling up against the blonde. "Hi." She said softly as she tilted her head up to look at him.

"Hi back." He said softly before closing the space between them and kissing her.

"So what movie did we decide on?" she asked after a few secinds,.

"Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. It looks so bad that it might be good."

"Wait, are you Logan Huntzburger telling me that you have never seen it?" Rory asked sitting up a little bit and getting a very nearly completely serious look on her face.

"I saw parts of it with you, but I was drunk and half asleep."

"Well then you are in for a treat. And if you like it, there's a second one." She replied as she settled back against him.

Logan laughed as he hit the play button and the intro credits to the B list horror film started rolling.

After several minutes and many laughs from both Logan paused the movie. "So, wait what exactly is happening?"

Rory laughed, "There giant tomatoes that are taking over the world. What is there not to understand?"

Logan laughed. "So there aren't like Aliens that have posioned all the tomatoes and then ..." He paused and laughed. "I don't even know where I'm going to go with this."

"It's better if you just watch and try to not ask questions." Rory laughed as she stole the remote and hit the play button.

As the end credits played Rory sat up fully to look at Logan. "Well?" She asked with her head tilted, waiting for his final judgement on the movie they had just finished.

Logan laughed rubbing the back of his neck as he searched for the right words to say. "It's safe to say we won't be watching the second one anytime soon."

"How can you not love a movie about killer tomatoes? All that fancy learnin' didn't teach you to appreciate the finer things in life." Rory teased as she put on a fake southern drawl.

"I'll try to refine my movie preferences so they align with yours better m'dear." Logan said with a soft chuckle.

Rory yawned for probably the fifteenth time in as many minutes. And Logan stood up, holding his hand out. "C'mon sleeping beauty. Let's get you to bed." Rory obliged and stood, taking his hand.

"I'll be in my room, if you need anything at all just come get me. Or yell really loudly." He teased as he led her into the spare bedroom. "There are extra blankets in the closet, the remote is on the nightstand. If you want to take a shower there are towels in the bathroom."

Rory smiled as she kicked off her slippers and then turned back to Logan. "Thank you. What time do you have to leave tomorrow morning?"

"Six or seven. I'm going to take go ahead and go to the offices before most of the people will be there. I should be back by ten thirty or eleven."

"Do I need to come with?" Rory asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Logan shrugged. "That's up to you. I can handle it by myself. But if you really want to come see the offices, i wouldn't say no to the company." he ended with a smile.

"I just thought it might be weird for you to go in to your dad's office without your dad being there anymore." Rory said as gently as she could.

"That's very sweet of you." Logan paused as he looked down at her. "If you are awake when I am getting ready to go, then I would love the company." he smiled as he leaned down and kissed her goodnight. He knew that if he didn't break away from her soon, he'd stay up all night talking to her. "We can go to lunch afterwards."

"Okay. I'll see you in the morning." Rory said as she felt the ever present pregnancy drowsieness pull at her. "Goodnight Logan."

Logan smiled and said goodnight, pausing in the doorway and looking at her for a couple seconds before turning off the light and making his way out of the room and down the hall to his own.