Rory hadn't slept well. Her mind was inundated with thoughts, and struggles, trying to make herself understand what was happening and if there was a way to prepare herself for disappointment.

"Stop."

Rory jumped at Honour's soft voice from the kitchen door. "Morning Honour."

"You look like hell," the blond observed good-naturedly.

Rory rolled her eyes. "Thanks."

Honour eyed her best friend seated at the kitchen table. "You know, Logan's not Robert."

"Trust me," Rory replied with a huge grin. "I know Logan's not Robert."

"Ew, Rory! That's not what I meant," Honour exclaimed in disgust.

Rory simply raised and eyebrow as Honour took a seat beside her. "Explain."

"Logan's not going to leave you. And he won't cheat on you."

"In my head, I know that, but I can't get rid of my insecurities with a simple snap of my fingers."

"You're holding back," Honour countered forcefully. "How often do you see Logan in a week?"

"Pretty much every day," Rory answered swiftly and confidently.

"Does he sleep here?"

"Sometimes."

"Does he have stuff here?" Honour asked, though by the way she tugged on the sleeve of Rory's – well, Logan's actually – t-shirt the answer was pretty obvious.

"Yeah."

"Sophie adores him, your parents approve, you're friends with his friends, he practically lives here as it is…"

"He has the spare key," Rory admitted shyly.

"He what?" Honour asked, eyes wide.

"He locked up one morning a couple of months ago and I just got a new spare made instead of asking him for the old one back. It would have been a huge hassle to take it off of his keychain once it was there."

"Let me get this straight. Logan has drawers, hangers, a bathroom kit and a key and doesn't live here?"

Honour had an uncanny ability of making Rory's well-thought out and logical reasoning seem like the dumbest things ever known. "Right."

"You… you… God!"

"Honour!" Rory admonished. "You'll wake everyone up."

"Ask him to move in."

"Honour, we're going slow…"

"There's slow and then there's this Ror. Logan's not going anywhere, but he probably doesn't want to push you into something he doesn't think you're ready for. Logan virtually worships the ground you walk on."

Rory stared at her hands, wrapped around the colourful mug.

"He's not Robert, Rory," Honour repeated. After a few minutes, she breathed out a sigh of relief as a smile began to stretch out over Rory's face.

"Remember that day I went to his office?"

"Thursday? Or was it Wednesday?"

Rory waved it off, the date not the significant part of the story. "We were talking about Sophie and society, you know, trying to keep her out of the limelight. And he proposed that we simply don't introduce her."

"I'm missing something."

"We," Rory emphasised. "As in he and I together."

"So that's what set this whole thing off."

Rory blushed. "I didn't know what to think. Plus, there was the whole blow up with your mom…"

"Leave my mother out of this," Honour scolded.

"I'm trying. I think… I think I have to be sure that all of this is truly worth it before I can accept your mom and everything," Rory tried to justify.

Honour nodded. "Only good can come out of this relationship, Rory."

Rory nodded. "I'm starting to see that."

Honour's smile was huge. "Good."

"Yeah," Rory agreed.

Silence fell.

"Breakfast?" Rory asked.

"Yup," Honour answered. "You make the coffee, I'll handle the sleeping beauties."

Rory turned back to the freezer with a smile. All she'd needed was a grils' night to put her head back on straight and calm her nerves. Logan was one of the best things in her life and she wasn't going to push him away because she was too stupid and scared to talk to him. That wasn't fair to him and it wasn't fair to them.

Maybe, she thought to herself, I could start cleaning my closet when the girls leave to make room for some of his stuff.

A smile bloomed over her face and she started to hum absently to herself. Goodbye to the good, routine, safety-needing Rory Hayden. Hello to the head-over-heels, loved and cherished Ace.

Now she just had to broach the subject with Logan.

"And then we started to watch the third Harry Potter but Crystal was asleep before the first Hogsmeade weekend so I ended up watching the fourth one by myself," Sophie said over Logan's dinner of spaghetti and meatballs Sunday night.

"The nerve!" Logan exclaimed, playing along with Sophie's indignation.

Sophie waved it away. "She's an amateur anyway."

"I have a feeling everyone's an amateur movie-watcher in comparison to you, Half-Pint," Logan replied with a smile.

"Not true," Sophie contradicted. "Rory and Lorelai are pros."

Logan nodded sagely. "You make a very good point. However, I do believe they invented marathon movie watching and therefore, it seems unfair to include them as proof."

Sophie glanced at Rory for a moment. "Christopher's not a pro, but I guess he's not an amateur. Honour can pass too, I guess."

Rory nodded her agreement as she started piling the dirty dishes together. "You could argue that Lane's a pro too."

It felt so domestic and normal as she carried the dishes to the sink. It felt comfortable and right to leave Logan and Sophie at the dinner table. Her stomach warmed at the thought that Logan would be staying the night.

"You okay?" Logan asked into the skin of Rory's ear.

She automatically leaned into him as his arms wrapped around her. "Perfect," she replied even as her hands continued to rinse the dirty dishes. "Sophie's off with her homework?"

"Mmhmm," Logan answered, rocking from side to side.

She laughed as he spun her away from the sink, wet hands and all, dancing her around the tiles of the kitchen. She slipped her hands under his sweater, pressing them against his back. He jumped at the damp feeling but simply pulled playfully at her ponytail.

It was a scene from a movie as they kissed softly, pulling back to say simultaneously, "Move in with me."

Then came the tension-releasing laughter. Logan pressed his forehead against hers. "I didn't want to push you but…"

Rory shrugged. "You practically live here anyway."

He pulled away. "Is that why you asked?"

"No!" Rory insisted, eyes wide. "Logan, no! I asked because I want you here."

Logan rested his forehead back on hers.

"I like seeing you in the kitchen. I like the idea of you being here after work and that I can steal your clothes. I like that we'll all be able to read the same paper in the morning and argue over sections. I like that you'll be able to nag me constantly about my eating habits and junk food addiction. I like the idea of calling the same place home."

Logan could feel the choked feeling in his throat and chest. "That was…"

"The truth," Rory supplied strongly. "So?"

"I think it'll be easier for one to move than two and you're going to have to do something with the chaos of your closet."

Rory's grin was huge and blinding. "You want to move in here?"

"If you'll let me."

She pressed her mouth to his, pulling him as tight as possible to her body. Logan was in no way a passive participant in their little celebration, tunnelling his hands into the silky layers of her hair. She stumbled back as he pushed forwards into her until she was pressed against the counter.

Rory reluctantly broke the kiss, rubbing her nose adorably against his, "Are you going to call Colin and Finn?"

"Tomorrow," he mumbled, kissing her again. "I'll have everything moved in by the end of the week."

Rory groaned, half-heartedly pushing him away as he attacked the lobe of her ear. "What are you going to need?"

"Besides you?" he inquired into her skin.

She managed to force herself to push him back far enough to meet his molten chocolate, lust-filled gaze. "Logan I'm trying to be serious."

"Me too."

Rory blushed but huffed with an air of annoyance. "Are you going to need room in the office? Are you going to need bookshelves, drawers… and what about your furniture?"

Logan groaned. He just wanted to kiss her, not discuss logistics. However, he knew Rory and there was no way she would let up until she got her answers. "The apartment belongs to the Huntzberger family for when my dad stayed overnight in New York so my furniture doesn't have to go anywhere. Room in the office, bookshelves because yours are already stuffed full… I'm bringing over my DVDs and I'll need closet and dresser room. Can I kiss you now?"

Rory grinned and pulled him forward, sealing her mouth to his. He was just going for the edge of her t-shirt after hoisting her onto the counter and stepping between her legs, winding them around his hips in the process so he was pressed intimately against her, and stroking a hand up her thigh to cup her rear when a soft cough sounded behind them.

"Can I get some help with my language homework?" Sophie asked innocently from the doorway.

Rory was having a hard time getting her breath back. She leaned her head against Logan's shoulder. "Sure," she managed. She shivered deliciously as Logan, taking advantage of her exposed neck, nibbled on the delicate skin. "I'm sure Logan would love to help you."

Logan's head shot up, dislodging hers from the comfortable position it had found. "I am?" he asked, pressing against her and making her gasp softly.

"As the newspaper man you'll probably be much more help than I would," Rory replied, putting on her best wide-eyed innocent look.

Logan glared. "I'll be there in a minute, Soph."

"Okay," the nine-year-old agreed cheerfully, bounding away. Her next words, however, floated back to them. "And Finn says doing that on a counter is dirty."

Rory gasped and met Logan's wide eyes. "Did she just…"

"Uh huh."

"And he told her…"

"Yup."

"He's dead."

"Understatement."

"I call dibs."

"He's my friend."

"Who's telling my daughter about sex on a counter," Rory hissed. "I'll do worse than kill him. I'll castrate him." She almost laughed when Logan flinched. Sophie's words had been a good dousing of freezing cold water on their libidos.

Silence fell for a few moments as they took everything in. "So I'll move my heavier things this weekend with Colin and Finn."

"Okay," Rory agreed easily.

He pressed his lips lovingly to Rory's forehead. "Love you," he murmured.

She echoed the affection back as he made his way out of the kitchen, hopping down off the counter and grumbling to herself about the wet patch she could feel from where she'd obviously sat on a puddle of water. It hit her as she was loading the dishes into the well-used dishwasher.

Logan was officially moving in.

Okay, short chapter, I know, but I won't be updating until 24 is written so I wanted to leave you guys on a supremely fluffy note. Hopefully I shouldn't be more than a couple of days.