"So off we go." Logan smiled as he squeezed Rory's hand as the plane lifted off the runway.

Rory and Logan stepped off Mitchum's private plane in Anguilla in the Caribbean sea, into the glare of photographers flash bulbs.

"Are you happy?" Logan questioned as he wrapped his arm around Rory once they were in the limo.

"I passed cloud nine a long time ago." Rory sighed as she snuggled in close to Logan.

"Why is a little voice in my head telling me that you're not telling me the entire and complete truth Bubbles."

"You called me Bubbles," Rory murmured as tears welled in her eyes, "nothing's wrong sweetie."

"Liar, I have known you eighteen years I know when something is wrong, now tell me Mrs. Huntzberger."

"I am just afraid that in ten years we'll be talking about splitting the assets and stuff like that. I'm scared Logan, I am just scared."

"Lorelai Huntzberger." Logan smiled. "I refuse to hear you talk about any of that because I promise it won't happen. I have known you all my life and nothing, and I do mean nothing, can tear us apart."

"Well if you say so . . ."

"I do, now moving on to more important things, I want to give you my wedding presents."

"Presents as in plural." Rory laughed.

"Yes Huntzberger, as in plural." Logan chuckled. "The first gift," Logan smiled as he reached into his breast pocket is from our parents." He finished as he dangled keys from his hand.

"What are those keys go to?" Rory smirked.

"A lock"

"And where would the lock be Mr. Huntzberger."

"In the front door of a town home in New Haven."

"They bought us a house!" Rory exclaimed as she held the keys.

"Yes they did, and you wanna know the best part?"

"Tell me."

"Colin. Finn, and Steph are going to be living with us, it's a four bedroom."

"Oh my God, I'm so excited." Rory beamed as she hugged Logan.

"I'm glad babe, and now time for my gift." He laughed as he pulled a box from his carry on bag.

"Oh Logan I love it." Rory smiled as she looked down at the four fold picture frame with their first homecoming picture and invitation next to their wedding invitation and picture that Logan had obviously gotten printed off during the ceremony. "My turn," she continued as she pulled a catalog out of her purse and handed it to him.

"Um, thanks for the Ethan Allen catalog it's I've always wanted." Logan joked as he looked questioningly at Rory.

"No silly, our parents gave it to me and told me it would make sense, now it does its so we can decorate our home."

"Lets pick out the bed first." He smirked as he began to flip threw the catalog.

"Oh hush now its time for my gift to you." Rory laughed as she reached back into her purse. "Now you're going to have to forgive me because it wouldn't fit in my purse, so all I have is a picture." Rory finished as she handed Logan a picture of a fully equipped bar set. "See and our initials are engraved into everything."

"Oh Ace it perfect, it's beautiful." Logan smiled as he hugged Rory close to him.

"Is this it?" Rory gasped as the pulled in to the Brazilian Emerald at the Altamer Resort.

"Yes it is my dear." Logan replied as he helped her out of the limo.

"Logan there is no reason we need 12,000 square feet of space." Rory giggled as she twirled in the foyer.

"We most certainly do, the truth of the matter is, Colin, Finn, and Stephanie are coming, well Finn may bring Maddy, it sounds like things are getting more serious between them."

"I already love it here, I want to see every nick and corner of it." Rory continued as she explored the first floor.

"Forget all that Ace it will be much better to see in the morning," Logan smirked as he took her hand, "besides you must be very tired."

"Oh I am." Rory giggled as she licked her lips and followed Logan upstairs to the master bedroom."

Logan woke up the next morning and laughed silently to himself when he realized that he was mercilessly tangled in the sheets. Logan reached for the phone and thankfully caught it on the second ring so it did not wake Rory. "Huntzberger." He mumbled into the phone.

"Mr. Huntzberger this is Lou Stapleton from Good Morning America."

"I have no idea how the hell you got this number but please do not call her, and my wife and I will not be granting interviews."

"Mm," Rory mumbled as she rolled over and rested her arm on Logan's chest, "who's on the phone baby?"

"Mr. Something-ton from Good Morning American, go back to sleep sweetheart." Logan replied as he wrapped his arm around her. "Oh my God!" Logan mumbled as the phone rang again. "We're on our damn honeymoon can't people just leave us alone for twenty four hours."

"Answer the phone Logan."

"Fine," he grumbled as he reached for the phone, "Huntzberger . . . excuse me . . . who . . . are you kidding me . . . no don't put the call through, just block the name and number and give him a personal message from me and tell him to fuck off." Logan finished as slammed the phone into the receiver.

"We really need to work on your people skills." Rory laughed as she attempted to sit up. "Scoot over I'm all tangled, who was on the phone anyways?"

"DuGrey." Logan muttered as he tried to free himself from the sheets.

"I'm free." Rory teased as she finally freed herself from the bed sheets and pulled on a bathrobe. "So when does the gang show up?" Rory asked.

"A few days, so what do you want to do today?" Logan smiled as he kissed Rory.

"I'm not sure, tan, watch movies, figure out how the hot tub works." Rory answered. "However, I'm going to go make so coffee first, meet me down stairs?"

"Oh I'll be there." Logan promised. "Just let me check my messages on the cell." Logan finished as he kissed Rory and called his voice mail as Rory left. He sighed as he heard his father's voice . . . "Logan it's your father, I hope you and Rory are having an enjoyable time. I just got off the phone with Richard and we have scheduled the two of you for a round of morning talk shows, so please don't hang up on them when they call. I know this isn't what you want son, however you, Richard, and myself, have discussed your future and the where we want you when you are twenty-five. You know exactly where I am talking, no need to tall Rory about it yet. Have a good trip." Logan tossed the phone on the bed and rubbed his temples before he went downstairs to see Rory.

Wow I am so sorry it took me so long to update, my Grandmother passed away, then school started and well I'm sure you understand how crazy it probably got . . . forgive me please :) Anyways I hope you enjoy the read, did I mention how cool 1000 reviews at 40 Chapters would be cause it would be SO amazing :) As always questions comments anf concerns are always encouraged, please review and let me know if there is ANYTHING you need . . . MUAH