Christopher sighed as he parked his car. He had hoped that would work. He had hoped that all someone had to do was tell her what she was doing and she would realize that she is causing everything in her life to fall apart. He had hoped that if she had found out that Rory was so desperate that she had come to him that Lorelai would snap out of this funk. His hopes had gone unanswered. Part of him was pretty sure that everything started to go downhill for them after the vow renewal. He still regretted showing up, getting drunk, and then of course professing his love for Lorelai who was happy with another man. At the time he had convinced himself that it was an artificial attraction but there was something about the way Lorelai's face lit up when she was with Luke that made him realize that she wasn't faking. Christopher slightly shook his head and then walked to his front door. He knew that Lorelai would come around. It was the way she was. He just hoped that Rory would still want her when she was finally done coping. He opened his front door and was surprised to see that Gigi was sitting quietly in front of the television playing with one of her Barbie dolls. He picked his young daughter up off of the floor and carried her into the kitchen so he could pay her nanny, Jamie. Much to his surprise instead of seeing Jamie when he walked into the kitchen he saw Rory pouring a cup of juice and Logan making an omelet. "What are you guys doing here so early?" Silently he struggled to remember if he had told Jamie where was going this morning.

Rory smiled and shrugged. "Well I felt awful about last night. It was so rude of me to just barge in so Logan and I decided that we would make breakfast. It was so nice talking to you last night. I thought we could talk so more."

"Yeah that sounds great. Still I want to clarify that you didn't barge in Rory. This is your home too. Well if you wanted it to be your home. I do realize that you've never actually spent the night here." Christopher sort of rambled. Before he had responded he couldn't help but notice just a twinge of nervousness in Rory's voice.

"Thanks dad. I'll keep that offer in mind. So well I sort of came here to talk to you about a specific topic Dad. I don't know if it's a sour one or not." Rory slowly transitioned into what she wanted to discuss with him.

"Well I still have biscuits in the oven that are going to take about fifteen more minutes so I guess I'll just take Miss Gigi into the living room so we can finish watching last nights game on NESN. Gigi has a thing for Johnny Damon." Logan joked in an awkward but casual sort of way as he took the young, squirming toddler from her father and carried her out of the room as if she was an airplane. He didn't want anything to go on in that kitchen but for Rory to find out the truth. There was something about Christopher that made Logan believe that Lorelai hadn't exactly lead her daughter to realistic beliefs about her father.

As soon as Logan had left the room Christopher focused all of his attention on Rory. There was something in the way she was nervously folding, unfolding, and then refolding a cloth napkin on the table that let him know that she was about to ask about something big. "So what is this specific topic?"

"Well I was wondering if we could talk about the early years. Like when I was younger and when mom and I were first living in Stars Hollow."

Christopher gulped. He didn't know if he should tell her the truth or let her believe what her mother had always raised her to assume, that her father wasn't there because he didn't want to be. He looked Rory in the eyes and knew that he couldn't lie. It would hurt her too much if she ever found out the truth. "Okay your mother never told me that she had any intention on moving or leaving Hartford. One weekend I came up from school to see you because I'd bought you this dumb Princeton t-shirt or something. Well I went to your grandparent's house and was informed by a grief-stricken Emily that your mother had basically runaway from home. I hired a private investigator as soon as I got back to Princeton. It took him almost eight months to find your mother. When I got to the inn where she was working I was shocked. I couldn't believe it. I still can't believe it. Everything was so different than what we were used to."

Christopher parked his Beemer in front of the old hotel and silently made his way to the front door. He looked at the sheet of paper Mark had given him and made sure that it matched the address on the door. He was wearing a button down white shirt, a pair of freshly pressed khakis, brown loafers, and the Rolex watch his grandmother had given him for his birthday. He looked around at all the other people in the town and realized that he sort of stuck out. Hopefully they would all just think he was a tourist. He walked into the inn the same way Chilton taught you to walk into the world; as if you owned it. He made his way to the front desk where an old woman sat doing a crossword. "Hi I'm looking for Lorelai Gilmore."

The old woman looked at him suspiciously. No one had come looking for Lorelai since the day she got here. She made no phone calls. She did nothing but take care of her daughter. She glanced at him one more time and then realized instantly that he had to be the father or Lorelai's baby. He had the same smile as little Rory. "Right now Lorelai is doing the turn over service upstairs but I think I know where to find someone else you may want to see."

Christopher silently thought that this woman must be messed up in the head but followed her to the back of the old building. It only took him a moment to spot Rory sitting in the corner playing quietly by all by her lonesome. "Thank you that'll be all." He didn't even bother to try correcting the fact that he had just talked to her like a servant or something. Quickly he crossed the room and picked her up out of her crib. She cooed at him.

Lorelai made her way down the staircase walking like an Egyptian. She was wearing a frilly maid's outfit that did nothing for her. It had taken her over two hours to get the hotel ready for new guests but now she was finally down and could go see her daughter. She didn't even notice when Martha called her name. No, she was too focused on finding Rory. When she walked into the back room where Rory always played she stopped dead in her tracks. "What are you doing here Christopher?"

Christopher stood up with Rory in his arms and walked to where Lorelai was standing. "I've come to see Rory. Still I think the appropriate question really should be what are YOU doing HERE?"

"This is where we live now Christopher. Nothing you can say will change that." Lorelai replied defensively.

He sighed and took a deep breath. He wasn't looking for a fight. He just wanted to see Rory. He just wanted to hold the little girl he created in his arms. "I just wanted to see Rory. It doesn't matter to me where you live as long as occasionally I can see my daughter."

Lorelai nodded. "Yeah you can come visit her."

"I was thinking maybe I would you both out for the day. How does that sound?" Christopher asked quietly. You could tell that he was hoping she would say yes. Life without Lorelai wasn't worth living. He didn't know how to express that to her without sounding just a wee bit suicidal but it was true. She made everything worth living because of her smile, her laughter, her quirky sense of humor.

Lorelai looked at him and could tell that he really wanted her to go. She wanted to say yes, but she couldn't. There would be no turning back if she went with him now. She didn't want Rory to live that life, and sadly Christopher was part of that life. "I don't think so, but I guess it would be all right if you took Rory out for a couple of hours. Just have her back by two okay."

Rory looked at her father confused. "You mean you tried to be there for us. You tried to make us a real family and she turned you away."

"It's not that simple Rory though I wish it was. Your mother wanted you to be raised a specific way. I think she didn't think it was right to raise you the way we were raised. Sometimes I think when your mother looks back she finds all of the bad and very little of the good." Christopher attempted to explain. "Actually come with me I have something to show you."

Rory followed her father up the long staircase. She thought that he was going to take her to his office or his bedroom, but instead he stopped at a linen closet. Without explaining why they were standing there he opened the door and pulled down a box. "Can I look at this for a while?" she asked quietly as he handed the plastic container to her.

"Of course I'll go downstairs and talk to Logan while you look. I think this will help you see Hartford in a different light."

Logan took his biscuits out of the oven and smiled triumphantly because of the perfect shade of golden brown. He wondered silently what Rory and her father must be doing upstairs. He took the fact that he hadn't her any loud outburst as a good sign. He knew that there was something more to be discovered about her parent's relationship. There seemed to be too many holes.

"You must have gone to Adler." Christopher stated with a small smile as he watched Logan slowly make plates of food.

Logan looked up a little startled. "Yeah how'd you know?"

"I had five roommates in college that went to Adler and they all knew how to cook. I thought it was crazy. Finally one of them told me that you're taught to basically take care of yourself at Adler. They try to make you view the world as more than just a playground."

Logan laughed. "Yeah, wow, Princeton huh?"

"Princeton was my parent's idea. Still it was a pretty good five years."

"Five?" Logan asked a bit surprised to hear that Rory wasn't the first one in her family to not go to school for a straight four years.

Christopher shrugged. "Yeah I took a year off to think about things you know. I had to clear my head. Things were sort of frazzled for a while."

"I completely understand that feeling." Logan admitted. He left out the part about sinking the yacht.

Christopher looked at Logan for a moment completely silent as if he was collecting his thoughts. Then suddenly he spoke up. "I know you think Lorelai hates you, but she doesn't. Once upon a time Lorelai and I were just like you. Privileged and always pulling crazy stunts. Right now things are sort of falling apart, so I just I want you to know how much it means to me that Rory has someone to be there right now. She really needs someone to be her rock. I'm happy she has you to be that person for her. I can tell you really love her. That's why I'm going to forget that whole incident at the vow renewal. We all were sort of on our worst behavior that night."

Logan mumbled something about going to check on Rory and simply left the room. He didn't really know what to say except that he was really that Rory's dad was at least a fan of him. He was halfway up the stairs when he saw her sitting in the hallway pouring over pictures and stuff from a box. He sat down beside her and just watched as she stared at old photographs.

"Do you ever think we'll be this happy?" Rory asked quietly as she showed him a picture of her parents taken on some random day. They were both still wearing their uniforms. Her father's arm was snug protectively around her mother's waist as if to say back off she's mine and to simply bring her as close as possible. They were smiling like two kids on the fourth of July.

Logan smiled and whispered in her ear. "I think we already are."