Rory woke up and smiled just as she did every morning when she found him lying next to her. She gently kissed his cheek before getting out of bed. She pulled on her robe and quietly padded to the kitchen where she started the coffee maker. While it was brewing she went and grabbed the three papers that were placed neatly on the front steps of the pool house. The New York Times, the Boston Globe, and the Hartford Courant were all parts of her morning ritual. She didn't really read the times as much, that was more Logan's speed. Her personal favorite was the Globe. She loved the editorials. She even read the sports articles just because she loved the die hard pessimistic attitude that all Bostonians seemed to have. She grabbed her cup of coffee and then quietly returned to her room. Her feet were sore, but other than that today appeared to be starting off right. No morning interruptions from her grandmother questioning whether or not she was awake and coming to breakfast. No odd visits from the housekeeper asking if she wanted breakfast in bed. No it was just her, her coffee, her newspapers, and of course her boyfriend. She looked over at him and smiled again. He was so cute when he was sleeping.
He opened one eye slowly and looked at her. She was reading the paper. She was so cute when she was reading the paper. It was the little things she did that made him find it impossible to stay away from her. Like the way she bit her lip when she was wondering where an article was going. Or even the way she would smile about a certain line. He found it endearing that she read the sports page from beginning to end even though she didn't care about how many home runs David Ortiz had in last nights game against the Mariners or the team predicted to win the Beanpot this year. "Good morning…" he whispered quietly before kissing her arm.
"Morning…" she kissed him on the lips before tossing him the Times. She went right back to reading. She loved that he understood her love of papers. Some guys would have found it to be such a turn off that the first thing she did in the morning was drink coffee and read, but Logan loved it. He loved every minute of it. This was one of the things that they did.
He was reading with a particular interesting peace about the current religious situation in Iran when his cell phone rang. He picked it up and smiled. "Good morning Honor."
"Good morning Logan. I assume you're with Rory. I called your room a particular sober Finn told me that you hardly stayed there anymore. Then he went into some long tirade about how he couldn't find a decent bottle of tequila anywhere in New Haven."
"Sounds like something Finn would complain about. Well to what do I owe this phone call?" Logan replied cutting to the chase.
"I hate it when you make me cut to the chase. You know we hardly ever talk and when we do it's for like five minutes because we cut to the chase." She tried to pretend that her feelings were actually hurt but was finding it hard.
"Honor…" Logan was starting to get bored with this conversation. He knew Rory was watching him. She also knew that Honor didn't just call to chat. She called to drop bombshells.
Honor sighed. "Fine I'll cut to the chase. Last night mother called me and told me that Francine Hayden, basically cut her down as if she was an axe murderer or something. Now imagine my surprise when mother goes on to tell me that Francine's only granddaughter is your current girlfriend. Our mother also is livid because she discovered that all of the women at the club like Francine more. They basically gave her the silent treatment last night."
Logan was shocked. He didn't know what to say. "Are you kidding me?"
"Could I make something like that up? It appears young Rory has a much better pedigree than we do. Are you saying that you didn't know Rory was a Hayden?"
"No, no I knew it's just I didn't realize that there was a woman out there who didn't give a shit that our mother was married to Mitchum Huntzberger. I wonder if this means she hates me like she does our mother." Logan couldn't believe this. He had Christopher in his corner. Did that mean his mother would be there too? Rory was going to eat lunch with Francine today. Would she tell her granddaughter that she could do better than a Huntzberger? The fact of the matter was up until recently Logan appeared to be of much better "breeding" than Rory, but know he realized her blood was bluer than his ever could be. She had the kind of pedigree that said I could marry a Kennedy if I wanted to.
Honor knew her brother was worrying. She knew that he was wondering if this was going to cause the death of his and Rory's relationship. "Don't worry so much Logan. I think she basically just hates our parents. Just don't piss her off. Well I have to go. I have a yogalates workshop in twenty minutes."
He started to say goodbye but realized Honor basically hung up on him. He didn't even get a chance to say something snide about the fact that she was going to a yogalates workshop. He put his phone back down and went back to reading the paper.
"What was that about?" Rory asked slowly. She knew there was something wrong.
Logan sighed and looked at her for a moment. He was trying to find the words to describe his present feelings about the situation. "Last night your grandmother basically told my mother off. Honor just called to tell me. You know you are going to be very in demand soon. I have a feeling a lot of mothers will start trying to convince Emily and Francine to set you up with their son."
Rory noticed that he sounded deflated. "Let them it doesn't matter because I have you. They both know that I have you. My grandmother thinks its sweet, our relationship that is. She knows you stay here overnight."
Logan nodded. He licked his lips. "It's not Emily I worry about. Francine hates my mother. If she hates my mother than she more than likely hates me also."
Rory knew he was serious. She kissed him gently before saying softly. "I don't want to know Francine if she doesn't approve of our relationship. I know she will though Logan. She'll be just like my father. She'll love you. I can feel it."
Logan started to say something when he heard the beep that chimed just before someone started talking on the intercom. Sometimes it made him a little nervous that they had an intercom in here. It also made him nervous to think that both Richard and Emily knew that sometimes he stayed here. Okay it was more than sometimes. He found himself in Rory's bed more than he found himself in his own. He just loved the way it felt to wake up with her in the morning. The drive to and from school was starting to take its' toll but it was still worth it.
"Rory I'm sorry to bother you it's just Francine's on line one to set a time for your lunch today." Emily Gilmore replied and then she was gone just as abruptly as her voice arrived.
Rory picked up and the phone and then looked at him. "Are you busy today?"
"No, not really I sort of just planned on listening to Finn talk about the hot girl he slept with the night before."
"Would you like to come to lunch with us today?" Rory asked with a smile. She knew that Francine wouldn't be able to hate him after she met him.
Logan thought for a moment. "Are you sure about this? It could end up going like my parent's house."
"I doubt she'll be as rude as your mother and grandfather were, but yes I am sure. I'm also sure that if she hates you, then I hate her." Rory looked him in the eyes to make sure that he understood she was serious.
"Okay then I'll go."
Rory pressed line one on her phone. "Hi I'm sorry about the wait."
"Oh it's no problem I just wanted to call and confirm our plans." Francine was trying to hide the fact that she was both terribly nervous and excited. She wondered if Rory was mad at her about last night. She was sure her young granddaughter had heard about it by now. Shira looked like the kind of woman who loved to play the victim.
"Okay well how about we meet at the club at 12:30. I was also wondering if it was okay if Logan joined us."
"That's fine with me. I'll see the two of you at the club at twelve thirty then." Francine assured her granddaughter. There was a brief moment of silence before Rory said. "Thank you again for giving me a second chance Rory. Oh and I can't wait to meet Logan. Your grandmother tells me he's nothing like his retched mother."
Rory laughed. "No he's not. Well I'll see you in a few hours." As soon as Rory hung up the phone she turned to him and smiled. "She's excited to meet you. She just hopes your nothing like your retched mother."
Logan kissed her softly on the forehead. "Are you sure that I'm not? I can be quite the ass when I want to be."
Rory didn't bother to dignify his answer with a question instead she simply kissed him before she continued reading the paper.
Sorry it took so long to update. I find it takes a while to figure out what I want to happen. I usually start each chapter about three or four times before I finish one. Thanks for reading. I don't know when I'll update. Hopefully it won't take long.