A/N: Hey friends! I am a late comer to the Gilmore Girls world. Let me tell you, it has completely captured my heart. In true recovering fangirl ways, I could not help but need the ~right~ ending for Logan and Rory. They grew together, loved together and would have built the most wonderful life together. This very short one-shot (that might turn into a small series of one-shots, who knows!) is a spur-of-the-moment re-write of Logan and Rory's last scene in S7: Ep 21 "Unto the Breach." I could not resist. I would love any and all feedback. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish.

"—Marica Hadley, who was so not the person to grab—"

Logan's whole body was strung taut as he rambled on about his graduation. He rocked back and forth on his heels and I could feel the anticipation and fear rolling off of him in waves.

"Logan."

His mouth snapped shut, and he looked at me intently. There was a beat of silence. And then another.

I could hear my mom's advice in the back of my mind like a buzz and feel my grandparents' expectations on my shoulders like a lead weight. But none of that mattered. For the first time in my life, I knew the decision that I was going to make was for myself, and myself alone.

I wanted that avocado tree in our back yard, ours.

My wandering mind came back to the present as Logan let out a huff, "Ace?"

"I love you. You know how much I love you." I reached out to grab his hand and I looked at it, inspecting his ring finger. I flipped his palm upward and smiled to myself.

"Titanic is actually the most unromantic movie in the whole word, and actually Funny Face might be more of an appropriate reference but – no, anyway – you jump, I jump, Logan." I pulled the little blue velvet box from my robe pocket and placed it in his upturned palm.

"You jump—"

"I jump." He responded. His eyes turned into those perfect half-moons as he grinned wide. He yanked me to him and I yelped.

"Lo—," and his lips were on mine. His hand claimed my hip and I molded my mouth to his. Our other entwined hands clutched at the ring box sandwiched between us.

The spark of the moment dulled into an ember as Logan pulled away from me, our lips a centimeter apart. He let out a breath that tickled my nose.

"So Ace," he chuckled, pulling my hand as he got down on one knee, "you're gonna keep me in line for the rest of time, huh?" He gave me the smile that was my future.

I looked down at the loyal and impulsive man in front of me. I bit my lip, then grinned right back at him. The solitaire diamond shined in the afternoon light filtering through the tree we were under. Our tree. So much better than any study tree.

I yanked him back up to my lips. "I'll fit you into my schedule."