Logan looked at the clock for what seemed like the hundredth time that night, the bold red numbers of the clock reminded him that it was three-thirty in the morning and that in less than twelve hours the man from Good Morning America would be interviewing him and Rory. Slowly Logan climbed out of bed, careful not to wake Rory and went to her purse and removed her flask. Grabbing his pack of cigarettes he quietly walked down the stairs.

Outside, Logan took a generous swig from the flask and lit his cigarette. He was stressed beyond belief; he didn't mind taking care of his young wife, but being the rock was harder than he thought it would be. Taking another long drag of the cigarette he washed it down with another drink from the flask. Sighing audibly he finished the remaining liquor in the flask then went inside and poured himself a generous helping of Wild Turkey and returned to his waiting cigarette.

Rory awoke first the next morning and gently kissed Logan. Slowly he kissed her back and tried to ignore the slight feeling of a hangover that was creeping up on his awaking body.

"Good morning." Rory smiled as she snuggled in close to Logan.

"Are you feeling better this morning?"

"Ya I am, do you want me to make breakfast?"

"Don't joke," Logan laughed as he hugged her, "you would burn the place down trying to microwave oatmeal."

"Why don't you come downstairs, I think the breakfast fairy my have saved you from my cooking." Rory smiled as she wrapped her bathrobe around herself.

"Alright, if you say so Ace." Logan answered. As he followed though, he couldn't help but thinking that she was trying erase the previous days events with pancakes and hash browns.

"Mrs. Huntzberger," the maid said as Rory and Logan entered the kitchen, "your Grandmother Hayden called and a package arrived for you and Mr. Huntzberger this morning, I but it on the kitchen table with breakfast."

"Thank you Luna please go enjoy your day, breakfast is really all we needed today." Rory beamed as she picked up a knife and opened the package.

"Thank you ma'am, the message from your Grandmother's message is on the package." Luna replied as she left.

"Oh it appears we were both wrong." Logan laughed as he read the note. "The want us both to check our voicemails, our individual instruction or on there and our clothes are in the box."

"What time are they coming?" Rory asked as she took a bite of her pancakes. "Logan eat."

"They're coming around noon, so I guess two hours." Logan responded, barley looking up.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, sorry Ace, I just didn't sleep to well last night." Logan smiled. "Don't worry sweetheart."

"Alright I'm going to go get ready. I love you Logan." Rory replied as she got up and left the table.

"I love you to Rory, don't worry."

Rory bit her lower lip as she turned on the shower and stepped in. Once inside she allowed herself to cry. She knew there was tension between Logan and she knew that it was her fault her and her stupid alcohol. More than ever she felt like a burden on Logan, she just didn't know what to do anymore, she couldn't help but think that his life would be easier if she just disappeared. The tears were flowing at full force now and Rory slide down the side of the shower until she was sitting and allowed herself to cry.

Downstairs Logan listened to the voicemail from his father, in so many words reminding him that he was absolutely forbidden from discussing the plans that we're being laid for him and Rory. As the message ended Logan heard Rory turn on the shower and then walked to the liquor cabinet and took out the bottle of scotch and poured a generous helping into the half empty soda can in the fridge. He lay on the couch and lit his cigarette, not giving a damn anymore about where he smoked. He couldn't help but think that his and Rory's relationship was being ripped apart at the seams because they were expected to act like thirty year olds when in reality they were only pushing nineteen.

Logan reached for his cell phone and glanced at the called ID and decided it was worth answering. "Hey Finn."

"Oy mate how is everything going?" Finn asked.

"It's going great." Logan said trying to force the happiness into his voice.

"Logan, mate, I have known you since before I could remember, and that was the worst lie of your life."

"Finn I'd rather have this conversation when you're actually here and not over the phone." Logan sighed as he took a long sip of his drink.

"Are you and Rory okay, you're not looking at a divorce."

"No, life's just dealing us a really hard hand right now."

"The family is really wearing on you guys isn't it?" Finn asked taking a more serious tone.

"Ya, it's really draining." Logan admitted.

"Well remember you still got me, Colin, and the beautiful Stephanie."

"Thanks."

"Oh, mate there was something Colin and I wanted to talk to you about but we're not sure . . ."

"What is it Finn?" Logan asked lighting another cigarette.

"It's Ror she sounded trashed when Colin and I called her yesterday."

"She was," Logan conceded, "she's not dealing well, and I'm doing my best here but I'm way past running on empty."

"Don't worry mate, we'll be there tomorrow."

"Here for happy hour, 'cause I think it will be the first happy, happy hour this house has seen." Logan laughed.

"We will mate, best of luck with the interview, we saw the teaser last night on the network."

"Thanks Finn see you later." Logan finished as he closed the phone and polished off the scotch in his glass and went upstairs to change.

"Today we have a special treat for all of our viewers," the correspondent from Good Morning America began, "the very first interview with newlyweds Mr. and Mrs. Logan Huntzberger. So Logan, Rory, how is married life?"

"It's wonderful, I couldn't be happier than I am right now Linda." Rory said forcing a smile as Logan rested his hand on her knee.

"I think I am going to agree with my wife on this one," Logan laughed, "this really is an amazing time for both of us."

"So what does the future hold for the both of you?"

"Right now we are just really excited to begin our freshmen year Yale." Rory answered politely.

"Ya I think that's the farthest into the future that we can really see right now." Logan added.

Rory and Logan endured the next thirty minutes, both under the influence, which was completely unknown to each other, much less anyone else in their home.

"Come on Ace, let's take a nap on the beach." Logan smiled as he hugged Rory.

"Logan . . ." Rory started but couldn't find the words to finish.

"Come here." Logan smiled as he patted the spot on the couch next to him.

"What's going on between us?" Rory sighed as she rested her head on Logan's lap.

"We're under a lot of pressure Ace, and we're strong, and we have each other, and somehow, don't ask me how we will find a way to get through this. I refuse to loose you because of our families."

"Promise me Logan, promise me we will always be together no matter what."

"No matter what happens we will be together till the day we die, I swear. Please don't worry so much, I love you, remember when that fixed all our problems."

"I love you too Logan, I think it can still be enough." Rory smiled as she drifted off to sleep.

"Someday it will be enough again." Logan whispered to himself as wrapped his arms around Rory.

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