A/N: thank you for the reviews! almost 100! whee. okay, um, for this one, i dont really know what happened. i was just sitting here and then i sort of got off on a tangent. (sigh) that happens all the time these days. anyways, im not a big fan of this one, but meh. so tell me what you think, and ignore any grammatical mishaps..i dont have enough time to edit right now. :-) enjoy and review.

chapter ten

"Rory?" He called as he walked through her front door the following Thursday night.

"Living room!" she yelled back. Sure enough, there she was in boy shorts underwear and a tank top watching Anastasia. She was laying on the couch with her head on the arm rest, a cup of coffee and a bag of popcorn on the table in front of her.

"So this is what you do with your time," he said, as if enlightened, lifting her feet up so he could sit by her and put them in her lap.

"Long day," she murmured.

"That's right. Doing some more work with Finn on the restaurant. Sorry I had to miss this one."

"He wants the waiters to dress up in roller skates and sombreros for the uniform."

"Say no more," Logan said, nodding his head. "So then you come home and watching an animated movie about a supposed missing princess, which isn't even true?"

"Well, you do know how to ruin a movie, Huntzberger. Hand me that blanket," she pointed to the arm rest nearest to him. He grabbed it and unfolded it, pulling it over her.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Pizza?"

"Oh no!" she exclaimed, jumping up and sitting cross – legged facing him, pulling the blanket in her lap. "We can go to the grocery store! There's some shindig Saturday night for Rachael, an employee who's taking a maternity leave because she was ordered to bed rest until her delivery, and I'm supposed to bring snacks."

"Can't you bake them?"

She snorted, "Please. The mac n' cheese was my only dish. And that is still from a box."

He laughed and followed her upstairs where she threw on jeans and a black track jacket over her tank top, and he watched from the doorway. She slipped into flip flops and he handed her her purse.

"I'm excited! It's been so long since I've actually bought real food. I usually just order in."

"I don't think I've ever been grocery shopping," he said as they pulled out of her driveway.

She turned to look at him, "What?"

"I mean, I've gone in for the alcohol and the occasional needed item, but someone always got my food and groceries for me."

She looked forward, her eyebrows furrowed. She never realized how much of a childhood he might have missed out on. She smiled to break the tension and shoved his arm playfully. "A grocery store virgin. So pure and innocent. Just wait until its meat and cheese sale day! Then you can really experience life in the fast lane of grocery shopping!"

"You're an odd one, you know that right?" She smiled and shifted in her seat to face forward.

"I take pride in my quirkiness, thank you."

They pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store and she led them inside, grabbing a cart by the door. He simply followed. She looked back at his trailing form and laughed, shaking her head. "It's not going to kill you. Look at it this way, you've never been to the grocery store, and I've never done it in my closet."

He smirked, "We didn't even have sex," he emphasized the word because she wouldn't, "in your closet. So technically, we have to find something else you've never done. Have you ever had sex in the grocery store? That'd be a first for both of us."

She blushed furiously as she pulled them into the soup and condiments aisle. "Stop talking about this. Little kids could be around. And I don't want to discuss this in public."

He shrugged, tossing a box of bags of Ramen noodles into her cart. She looked at him, "What, you've never eaten this stuff before?"

She shook her head and was quiet as she kept looking at the varieties of noodles macaroni and cheese came in. He came up behind her, placing his hands on either side of the cart with his mouth close to her ear. "What? Did I do something wrong?"

She bit her lip to hold back a smile, shaking her head. "You're buying groceries for my house. It's cute. And a little unexpected."

He moved his hands to her waist and kissed her cheek as she turned back to the boxes of food. She reached to the top shelf before looking at him, "We're having dinner at my grandparent's tomorrow night."

Just like that. As if they were talking about weather or a new CD that just came out, this was thrown out that casually. She tossed her food in the cart and moved to push it. He had moved to stand at the front of the cart, looking back at her, not letting it move.

"Were you going to tell me?" he asked, his voice low to not cause a scene.

"I am now. I just found out this morning. Apparently your mother called my grandmother to tell her what a "lovely woman" I've become. Not at all like my college bookworm self. It seemed I've grown my wings, and it's necessary since I met your parents, that you must meet my parents. The idiocy of the social class we belong to never ceases to amaze me."

He was stuck at what his mother had done. "My mother did that?"

"I know. I actually laughed when Grandma told me."

He came around and wrapped an arm around her waist, kissing her softly. "We'll manage. Worse comes to worse, it'll end up like last time, which ended pretty well, if I do say so myself."

She smacked his chest and they kept walking, his arm around her waist, her body pressed into his, somehow pushing the cart, making them walk funny.

An elderly couple passed and stopped to watch the two, who were now quietly talking and laughing at something, and the old woman turned to her husband. "Look at the lovely couple. There's somethin' that'll last."

Rory caught the last words and turned around quickly, speechless. The old lady came up to her, "Oh, darling, when did you two get married?"

"Uh, oh, no," she trailed off. Why did this lady care? And did she notice the ringless fingers the couple was sporting?

"Just last month," Logan interjected, giving the lady a charming smile, being sure to take Rory's hand to hide the invisible rings they were apparently wearing.

"Hear that, Harold? Newlyweds! Good luck to ya both."

"Come on, Martha," the husband grumbled, "you're scaring the poor kids."

He took his wife by the elbow and led her down the aisle. Rory turned to Logan. "We're married?"

He shrugged, smirking, "I couldn't disappoint the poor lady."

She shoved his shoulder, "Softie."

He took over pushing the cart and she trailed behind him, lost in her thoughts. He kept putting in food he knew she would want, mainly, snack food, while she thought about what had happened.

How naturally it had come to them. They fell into the role of husband and wife at the drop of a hat. It scared her. This was something she could see happening on a regular basis, shopping for their groceries. Driving together just to get away from the havoc of everyday life.

She was jerked out of her thoughts by him holding up a bag of chocolate chip and M 'n M cookies. "Which one?"

She looked distracted, "Both."

He dropped them in the cart along with the other snack food, Pringles, Chex Mix, Red Vines, the whole shebang. "You okay?"

She turned back to the shelf, "Yep, good."

"There's only so much of everything from this aisle you can buy, Ror."

She shook her head, smiling. "I know. Next aisle."

He followed her, "You're upset."

She wheeled around, "I am not upset."

"And defensive." He moved to wrap his arms around her. "What is so wrong with people asking when we got married?"

She scoffed, "You know, it should be the other way around. You freaking out and running away, not me. Mr. Commitment-Phobe of the United States." She pulled her hands through her hair, "I can't believe this. Can we go?"

He stared at her before dropping his arms. Was the thought of being married to him that scary? He voiced his thoughts aloud.

She sighed, "It's not scary, just…new. I mean we've been dating for what, a month, two months, and simply the idea of marriage is daunting."

He didn't agree with her. They already had routines, little things that only they do, their own sides of the bed, for God's sake. He finds himself, even when he's at home alone, staying on the right side of the bed, not the left, where she usually slept. She had some clothes at his apartment and vice versa. He was now buying food for her house for both of them.

All they needed to do was the sign the paper and buy some rings.

She noticed his far away glance and cupped his chin, making him look at her. "You know I love you. Just give it time."

Smart words from a smart woman. She brushed her lips over his quickly before he could pull her closer and deepen it, which would, in the end, make them get kicked out of the store.

"What time tomorrow?"