Author's Note (Please read): Hello hello hellos! I added some happy fluffy sweet Rogan-ness to the beginning of this chapter because I wanted to. Hope you like it! Also, thank you to 'A person who hates your story' and 'Me', who flamed me. Though I was kinda sad that people think I suck at writing, I appreciate your feedback. If you could say WHY you hated my writing, I'd really love it. And don't worry, the pain's almost over, I'm nearly done this story:P Oh and also, if you are reading this, 'a person who hates your story', you might want to consider checking your own grammar and spelling before you insult mine. I find it kinda hard to take feedback from someone who clearly has difficulty doing what I'm trying to do. Write. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, and don't hesitate to tell me if it sucks, because I will gladly stop! Enjoy!

A striped one with dares and a contest

Logan looked at the birthday cake with three candles, his eyes clouded over in thought.

"Hey." Rory came over, touching his arm lightly.

"Oh, hey." Logan shook himself out of his reverie and wrapped his arms around his wife's waist so that he was standing behind her.

"Watcha thinking about?" Rory asked, staring into his eyes, her own wide and bambi-like.

He chuckled softly. "I just can't believe she's three. I mean, yesterday she wasn't even two hours old, and I was holding her for the first time…" He said into her ear.

Rory smiled. "Time passes by quickly. Think about it, soon we'll be stopping her from sneaking off to a boy's house through the window."

"Have I been a good father?" Logan asked suddenly. It had been bothering him for a while. Rory looked up at him, slightly taken aback by the question.

"Yes." She said, recovering quickly.

Logan smirked. "Just yes? No comments, no nothing? Just yes."

"You've really amazed me." Rory said. It didn't seem like much, but the conversation nearly had her crying with a mix of emotions.

"Really?"

"Really and truly." She leaned her head up to look at him, and he bent his down to kiss her.

They broke apart and there was a slight pause.

"Rory?"

"Hm?"

"Is she really going to try and sneak out through the window?"

Rory laughed.

Meanwhile, just meters away from the couple, Finn sat once again with Lily, there eyes locked in concentration.

"I could do this forever, Whoozit." Finn said, narrowing his eyes but not closing them.

Lily stuck her tongue out, all the while staring at the Australian.

"Ah ha! Don't try breaking my concentration, love. I will win this, you know. I am the KING of staring contests!"

Lily raised her eyebrows to the ceiling in disbelief, something she had seen her father do after her mother said something crazy many times. "I'm win." She told Finn.

They stared at each other for another moment before Lily suddenly pointed to a nearby couch.

"Wook, Finnee! Wook!" She screeched. 'Finny' turned around, blinking in the process. Seeing nothing, he turned his head back to the face of a very smug looking three year old.

"I wonned." She said triumphantly.

"Ah, yes, but you cheated. Cheating is bad, because it's cheating. So you lose."

"Fiinnee!" She said plaintively, "You teached me!"

"But for the sake of my argument, would you mind terribly if I pretend I didn't? As I was saying, you should technically lose, but I am a very nice pretend uncle, and so I decree you the winner. And as promised, I said if I won I would eat my sock, so eat my sock I will." Finn pulled off one of his brown socks and put a tiny corner in between his teeth. "There. Yech. I ate my sock."

Lily giggled.

"You think it's funny, do you? Well, I dare you to eat your sock. Has your mommy explained dares to you?"

Lily nodded. Mommy had dared Daddy to go talk to Miss Patty when they were visiting Lorelai, who insisted Lily call her Supermommy (grandmother makes me feel old, she had said, and I am even super-er than your mommy, so why not?). Daddy never liked talking to Miss Patty.

"Well then? Do you, Miss Lorelai Emily Honor Huntzberger agree to accept my dare?"

Lily nodded determinedly, took off her stripey sock, and crammed it into her mouth. Unfortunately, it was at that moment that Logan and Rory finished the discussion they were having and looked over at the birthday girl.

"Finn." Logan groaned. Nothing else needed to be said.