Okay so I'm reposting this because I needed to alter the ending it really wasn't working for me so forget the end of this chapter that you read before…I hope to have another chapter up soon…

A/N: Hey everyone this is a short light fluffy chapter 'cause its snowing here and I felt like writing a happy snowy chapter. I'm not sure if I ever put a timeline to this story but I am now so it's about end of November early December. Read on and enjoy!

Ch 6

It's a Tradition

A cell phone rang in the room of Logan Huntzberger; the clock flashed 1:13 am and Logan groped in the grey of his room.

"Hello?" His voice groggy, his mind still half asleep.

"Logan."

"Rory." His eyes flew open. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Logan relaxed his heart slowing after the jolt of adrenaline. "It's snowing." She stated.

"Its Boston of course it's snowing."

"But it's the first snow of the season. It's wonderful, it's magical…"

"Yeah it's wonderland, I get it but what does it have to do with calling me at one in the morning?"

"Come out." He could almost here her smiling over the phone.

"What." He groaned.

"It's tradition between my mom and me no matter what time it comes we go for a walk in the snow, but she's too far away so you're the next best thing. Come on Logan don't make me come up there."

"You don't have a key." He chuckled at her insistence.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Ye-yeah." He started a seed of doubt sown.

"I'm coming up."

"Okay okay I'm coming. Be down in a minute." He disconnected and threw off his warm comforter groaning at the onslaught of cold air.

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Rory shifted from foot to foot snow always brought hope and joy with a feeling that anything could happen.

She heard the apartment door open and Logan walk out.

"Hey." She smiled as he walked toward her.

"Hey. So this is snow?"

"Yep." She stuck out a hand catching flakes.

"So where are we going?"

"I dunno, how about nowhere?"

"Sounds good."

They walked hand in hand down the streets of Boston. Few people roamed the streets and Rory was blissfully unaware of anyone else, the world at that moment was just Logan, her, and the snow.

"Are you excited for Christmas?" Logan asked breaking their mutual silence.

"Yeah I am this year." She smiled at him.

He didn't want to spend Christmas without her and before he could stop himself the question he'd wondered for weeks tumbled from his tongue. "Are you going to your Mom's?"

Rory stopped pulling him to face her. "Yeah." She looked through her delicate lashes; he found his breathing become shallow. "I am my Mom insists I come home especially since you know. The thing is I don't want to spend it without you. I know you must spend it with your family but I would love it if you spent it Gilmore style. If you don't I…" He didn't think twice swooping to catch her lips, pulling her close. It was a clichéd response he knew it, she knew it but at that moment it was perfect.

"I wouldn't want to spend it anywhere else Rory." He whispered in her hair.

She smiled in response.

"Will your family be okay with it?" She asked as they resumed walking.

"You've met my family we aren't the Brady's."

"Every family has a tradition even if they are the Scrooges."

"Well now that you mention it there was one where my mom would get smashed, my dad would yell, and I'd go to bed early."

"Okay okay so you weren't the Brady's." She conceded. Logan threw an arm over her shoulders pulling her close to kiss her cheek.

"I should let you know Jim's coming my Mom insists he comes he has no family here so we're his."

"No family?" Logan asked surprised.

Rory shook her head gently sending flakes swirling. "His Mom passed away of cancer when he was fourteen he never knew his dad."

"Oh God." Logan whispered subconsciously pulling her closer.

"When Mom found out she insisted he come for Christmas so it's tradition now."

"It's going to be one heck of a Merry Christmas."

"It is." She turned in front of him threading her arms around his neck playing with the snow landing in his hair. "As soon as school's out."

"And I get to see you more than weekends…"

"And one late night visit." He dipped his head sucking on her bottom lip till she dropped it swallowing the moan that escaped his throat, sharing in the passionate kiss until air became necessary.

"Are you still sticking to your word?" She chuckled when they broke apart.

"It's getting harder."

Rory let out a howl of laughter. Logan caught unaware let a smirk touch his lips when he caught his pun.

"C'mon Madame Gilmore." He laughed walking ahead. When he didn't hear Rory following he turned around only to be smacked in the shoulder by a snowball.

"Did you just throw a snowball at me Ace?"

"No…must've been Jack." He swooped down gathering snow into a ball and chucking it at her. Rory squealed dodging aside to make her own.

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Logan stood in his elevator it had been a morning free of worry free of business it was a morning filled with hope and joy. He could defiantly start liking the snow.

He smiled inwardly, he was going to spend Christmas with Rory, with her mother, with Jim, with people he cared about and who cared whether he was happy or not and didn't give two shits where he worked or how much it paid.

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