The previous night after Lorelai had returned the two ate dinner, trying their best to avoid the obvious topic at hand. Once dinner was over and they headed into the master bedroom to begin hanging the clothes from the storage bins in the closet, finally Rory could avoid the subject no longer.

"So, what happened before?" Rory asked, sounding slightly wounded.

"I don't know exactly," Lorelai said, embarrassedly.

"What made you come back?" Rory asked.

"Well, Luke called and asked what was going on. Apparently you called him." Lorelai said, "Once he got me talking about it I realized how insane I was being and turned around."

"I called Luke because I thought someone should know to expect you," Rory said.

"I'm sorry I took off like that," Lorelai said, "Suddenly it seemed like the right thing to do."

"Can you at least explain to me your train of thought?" Rory asked, "I'm not sure I even have a clue where all that came from."

Lorelai thought for a moment before saying, "Things are changing and I'm not dealing with it well."

"What do you mean?" Rory asked.

"Well you've grown up tremendously in the last year. I suppose marriage and graduating from college both had a lot to do with that. Growing up the way you have, inevitably means changes. None of the changes are bad; just not what I'm used to. I'm sure I'm changing too; suddenly being engaged again. With all of the changes we're both going through, we don't fit together quite the same as we used to," Lorelai explained.

"So you feel that our relationship has changed?" Rory asked.

"I think that it's still in the process of changing," Lorelai clarified, "Although you were always a very mature kid; sometimes it's hard for me to think about you and relate to you as another adult."

"How do you mean?" Rory asked.

"It all goes back to what we talked about in the bathroom at Grandma and Grandpa's the other day. It's very emotional for me to watch you grow up and settle into a different kind of life than what you were raised in," Lorelai said.

"Mom, you're never going to lose me," Rory said, "Like it or not, you're stuck with me."

"I know," Lorelai said, "I think the whole society thing plays into it too. I feel sometimes like not only am I losing you to your husband and your new job in New York; but you've also married into society and I'm losing you to a world that I'm not a part of."

"Do you think that your single status plays into it too?" Rory asked.

"What do you mean?" Lorelai asked.

"Most parents of college graduates are married to their kid's father so when the kid moves on with life there are typically other siblings or at least a husband to help fill up that time. For you, it was always just me filling up your time," Rory explained.

"But I have Luke," Lorelai pointed out.

"Yes, but maybe until you two are officially married you're not ready to count him in for the long haul," Rory said, "Since the two of you already broke off an engagement once before."

"Wow, who knew I was so complex," Lorelai pondered, "So are we okay now?"

"Yes, but promise me that the next time our changing relationship stresses you out you'll talk to me about it instead of pushing me away," Rory insisted.

"Deal," Lorelai said, "What's in this box?"

Just as her mother was about to open the opaque storage box that Rory had moved her lingerie in Rory warned, "Don't open that one."

"What's in it?" Lorelai asked.

"Unless you are prepared to see the lingerie my husband enjoys seeing me in so much, I'd leave that one alone," Rory said.

"That might really damage the way I see our relationship," Lorelai said as she dropped the box.

"Exactly," Rory said as she picked up the box and moved it to the far corner of the room.

"Speaking of your husband," Lorelai said, "When is he supposed to be arriving tomorrow?"

"I have no idea," Rory confessed, "Tomorrow is his last day at the Hartford office. I'm not sure if I should expect a short day or a really long one. He is supposed to be heading here as soon as he is done at the office tomorrow."

Lorelai and Rory were up into the wee hours of the morning talking and working on unpacking what boxes they could before the furniture and household good were delivered from Ethan Allen. After just a couple hours of sleep the two rose again and prepared for the day. Lorelai used the shower first then headed out to find coffee and doughnuts. Rory showered quickly when her mother left, listening carefully the whole while for the door buzzer. She wasn't exactly sure what time the delivery would be. She'd paid extra and insisted that her delivery be the first one made this morning; but it was still unpredictable.

Rory quickly dressed in old, worn out jeans and a comfy tee-shirt, pulled her hair back into a pony tail and applied only mascara and lip gloss in the way of make-up. She brushed her teeth and as she was finishing up heard her cell phone begin ringing in the kitchen.

"Hello?" Rory answered out of breath.

"Catch you at a bad time, Ace?" Logan asked.

"No," Rory puffed, "But I'd better start keeping my cell phone with me at all times. The run from the master bathroom to the kitchen before four rings were up, was a killer."

Logan chuckled appreciatively at the mental image he had of his wife running for her phone, "How are things going over there?"

"Good," Rory said, "My Mom and I got as many boxes unpacked as we could last night. The delivery from Ethan Allen should hopefully be arriving any time now; then we can get almost everything else put away."

"I feel bad that I'm not there to help," Logan said,

"Don't be," Rory said, "This way I can arrange everything how I like it and you can't complain."

"Ahhh," Logan said, "So, we still need to furnish the living room. Anything else you missed?"

"I would like to get a table and possibly a mirror for the entry way," Rory rattled off, "Oh, and I completely forgot about the study. We'll need two desks and some book shelves and some good desk chairs for that room."

"I'll assume you've got lists going," Logan teased.

"Of course," Rory replied, "When can I expect you?"

"I'm not sure yet," Logan said, "I still have quite a bit to wrap up today. But I made it clear that I am not available to come back in tomorrow, so everything needs to get wrapped up today."

"So, you stayed at your Mom and Dad's last night," Rory said, "How was that?"

"Strange, I don't think I've spent the night there since I was in high school," Logan said.

"Not even at Christmas time?" Rory asked.

"Nope," Logan said, "It was weird to sleep in my old room and I missed you a lot."

"Yeah, I'm hoping we have a bed to sleep in tonight," Rory said, "I missed you too."

"Well, I'm almost to the office; I should get off the phone. I'll call you later and update you on my plans," Logan offered.

"Sounds good," Rory said, "I love you."

"Love you too," Logan said and ended the call.

Lorelai arrived back with breakfast just five minutes before the delivery men arrived. Their breakfast was abandoned on the kitchen counter as they moved to the entry way to direct the furniture to the correct rooms. The sales person Rory had worked with the day before had taken great care to give her delivery the highest priority this morning and an eight man team had been assigned to her job. Despite the large number of furniture items that were being delivered it only took slightly more than an hour for the eight man team to get everything upstairs. Once all the furniture and the dozen or so large boxes of household goods had all made it upstairs, half the team left and the remaining men went to work on assembling what furniture required assembly.

Once the men were busy at work assembling things Lorelai and Rory returned to the kitchen to gobble down some doughnuts and gulp down their cold coffee. When all the furniture was assembled in each room Rory instructed how she wanted the room laid out and the delivery men moved everything into place for her. It didn't take long until everything was assembled and arranged perfectly. Rory signed a few delivery slips, paid them a handsome tip and they were on their way. Lorelai and Rory decided to head out for lunch before returning to emptying boxes.

It was late afternoon and thankfully there were very few boxes left to unpack. Lorelai and Rory were taking a quick break, sprawled on the empty living room floor.

"Moving sucks," Rory whined as she massaged her tired feet.

"But just think how great this place is going to be when you guys have it all set up exactly how you want it," Lorelai said.

Rory was about to respond when she was interrupted by the door buzzer, "You get it," Rory whined.

"It's your apartment," Lorelai pointed out from where she was lying.

Rory tiredly stumbled to the entry way and pushed the intercom button, "Yes?"

"Delivery for Rory Huntzberger," a voice informed her.

"I'll buzz you up," Rory replied.

"Did they forget something?" Lorelai asked from where she was still lying.

"I don't know," Rory said.

Rory opened the door quickly when a knock sounded on the other side. A delivery man handed her a large floral arrangement wrapped in cellophane. Taking it into the kitchen Rory carefully unwrapped a trendy glass vase with an arrangement of dark pink roses and star gazer Lilies. Breathing in the heavenly aroma she searched for a card, already fairly certain about who they were from. Locating the card from amongst the dense foliage Rory read:

Ace,

Welcome home. I can't wait to be there with you and see all your hard work.

Love, Logan

In the renewed spirit of getting everything done before her husband arrived home Rory pulled her Mother up off the floor and they got back to work. While most occupants of penthouses opted to sign up with a laundry service; Rory had insisted on having a washer and dryer installed in the apartment. She was all for sending out their dry cleaning, but felt it was silly to send out their socks, underwear, pajamas, towels and other such things when she was perfectly capable of washing those things herself. While Rory attempted to tackle the last few boxes Lorelai started loading sheets into the washing machine; which was located in a deep closet off the kitchen.

After a few hours more the final boxes were emptied. The beds in all three bedrooms had been made and a load of towels was in the dryer. Looking around the apartment, there wasn't much left to do. Lorelai and Rory updated the shopping lists they'd been making through out this whole moving in process. Logan and Rory still had a lot of shopping to do before Monday if they planned to be completely settled in before Logan started at NYDN.

It was early evening and after two full days of moving madness Lorelai was heading back to Stars Hollow. She apologized again for her bizarre behavior the day before and promised to keep in touch. The two hugged good-bye and Rory was alone. Picking up her cell phone she called Logan to see if he knew yet what his estimated time of arrival might be. When she reached him Logan was on the road somewhere between Hartford and New York. Rory asked him to pick up some dinner before he arrived. When they ended the call Rory found her favorite pair of pajamas and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

After her shower Rory settled herself on the floor in the living room with a book. She was tempted to curl up with a blanket and take a nap; but she wanted to be awake when Logan finally arrived. Luckily she didn't have to wait long. She hadn't even managed to make it through two pages when she heard a key in the lock. Springing to her feet, abandoning her book on the floor, she met Logan as he opened the door.

"Ace," Logan said as he handed her some of the take out cartons he was carrying, "God, I've missed you."

"I missed you too," Rory said as she kissed him over the cartons she was taking from him, "By the way, thanks for the flowers."

"You deserve far more than flowers for the work you did here in the last couple days: but I thought they would be a nice gesture," Logan said, "Are we eating first or are you giving me the grand tour?"

"Eating," Rory said as her stomach emitted a loud growl in response to the smell of the food.

Over the soup and sandwiches Logan had brought home Logan complemented the dining room furniture that Rory had picked out and perused the lists Rory had compiled of things they still needed, adding other things as he thought of them. When the meal was finished the couple returned to the main hallway off the entry way to continue the tour. Rory showed him the guest rooms and the second bathroom before leading him into the master bedroom. While she hadn't gone as far as a blindfold; in true Logan-fashion she covered his eyes with her hands as they entered the room. Once she had him stationed exactly where she wanted him she said, "Okay, the furniture I chose is a little more grown up than what we have back at the Branford house, but I really like it and hope that you do too."

As she uncovered his eyes he took in the room with its new furnishings, "Looks good Ace," he said.

"But do you like it?" She asked apprehensively.

"I do like it, a lot," Logan said. And with a smirk added, "You do realize that my only real criteria for bedroom furniture is that it includes a mattress suitable for making love to wife on, don't you?"

Rory blushed slightly before huskily saying, "Maybe we better try it out then."

"That sounds like a magnificent idea," Logan said as he slid his hands beneath the waistband of her pajama pants.

The next morning the couple had planned to be up early. They still had a lot of shopping to get done before Logan started at NYDN in only three days. But they hadn't risen as early as they had planned to. Rory's hard work the last few days and Logan's long days at the office had worn them both out. Taking advantage of their chance to sleep in, the couple snuggled and cat napped in bed until nearly eleven. When they finally got out of bed they showered quickly and left the apartment for brunch, and then shopping.

After brunch the couple found themselves back at Ethan Allen. Rory insisted that they could shop somewhere else; but Logan had liked everything she'd gotten from here previously; why not try to match styles for the living room as well. Currently the couple stood in the home office area looking at desks for their study. They had agreed that they should choose matching desks; but they couldn't decide which one. Logan liked a British Classic Pedestal Desk that actually matched their bedroom furniture. Rory was in love with a Maison writing desk that Logan said was too girly for him. In the end Logan won and they went with two of the pedestal desks. They looked at desk chairs and not liking any of them, decided to pick up a couple of ergonomic desk chairs from a local office supply store. For the entry way Rory chose an etched Venetian mirror and a Drum occasional table. Finally they moved into the home entertainment area. Quickly Logan chose the television, speakers, receiver and DVD player that he wanted for the living room. Rory helped him chose a beautiful wood and metal entertainment center with sliding doors that would hide their home theater when they were having guests. Logan also purchased TVs and DVD players for the study and the master bedroom. After a lot of discussion Logan and Rory finally agreed on; a beige leather sectional for the living room, a few glass and metal coffee tables and several metal lamps. Logan paid for it all and arranged for delivery early the next morning.

The rest of the week was filled with shopping trips to stock their home office, their refrigerator, their medicine cabinet and to pick up the few odds and ends that they discovered they were missing as the week wore on. Suddenly, it seemed, it was Sunday evening and Logan would be starting work the next morning at NYDN as the editor and chief.

"What am I supposed to do all week while you're working?" Rory asked as they sat together on their new living room couch.

"Enjoy your mini vacation," Logan said, "One week from tonight we'll be getting ready for your first day at the office."

"Have you decided what section you are going to put me on?" Rory asked. She'd been promised a job as rookie reporter, but she would report on stories all hailing from the same section.

"How about sports," Logan teased, knowing that having Rory report on sports stories would be a disaster. He had tired to explain the ins and outs of football to her no less than five times and she still had things confused.

"You're hilarious," Rory said as she swatted his arm, "Seriously."

"My Father and I were thinking of starting you in either Lifestyles or Entertainment," Logan said, "Do you have a preference?"

Rory shook her head then said, "So I won't actually be working terribly closely with you. If you're the editor and chief of the entire paper and I'm a lowly rookie reporter in whatever section; there's really no reason for the two of us to cross paths."

"We'll see I guess," Logan said, "It sounds like NYDN is run slightly differently than most of my father's other papers. It's a lot more close-knit. You will be reporting to the editor of your section, who will be reporting to me; that should keep some distance between us."

"What are you going to tell people about your wife, if they ask," Rory asked.

"I'm not sure yet; why don't we work that out together," Logan suggested.

"You are somewhat of a public figure. If people looked you up on-line they could find my real name; so we probably have to go with the truth there," Rory said, "But don't refer to your wife as Rory, refer to her as Lorelai. That is typically what the press prints."

"But you'll need an alias for me," Logan said, "Got any ideas."

"As first I was thinking Elias, because that is your middle name; but it's a rather uncommon name; I thought that might end up seeming too suspicious," Rory said, "Then I thought we could go with Duncan; like on Veronica Mars, because Logan Echolls and Duncan Kane are buddies. But Duncan is kind of an unusual name too. Maybe we could think of a name that would relate in some way to Boston; because the airport in Boston is called Logan International."

Logan grinned at his wife in amusement as she continued to rattle off wacky suggestions, "How about something really average and ordinary. Something that if someone tried to look him up they couldn't because there'd be so many of them."

"Like what?" Rory asked.

"Eric Johnson," Logan suggested, "Steve Anderson, Joe Smith; any combination of those would work."

"Boring," Rory said in a sing-song voice.

"Exactly, so boring that no one is really going to be interested in him," Logan said.

"Ugh, fine," Rory groaned, "You pick."

"Joe Johnson," Logan said.

"Fine, Joe," Rory said.

The next morning Logan left for work bright and early, leaving Rory home alone. Rory slept in as late as she possibly could before getting out of bed at nine. She had taken a book with her into the kitchen to read while she ate her pop tarts. Just as the coffeemaker was finished dripping, the phone rang

"Hello," Rory said.

"Miss Gilmore?" Logan said in a voice that Rory could tell meant that he was silently willing her to follow his lead.

"Yes, this is she," Rory said in her best professional voice.

"Miss Gilmore, this is Logan Huntzberger with the New York Daily News. I just started as editor and chief this morning and we've had a bit of a rough start. I understand that my father hired you to start as a rookie reporter a week from today," Logan said.

"Yes, that is correct," Rory confirmed.

"You see Miss Gilmore," Logan continued, "Several of our staff writers for the Lifestyles section up and quit this morning and it puts us in a bit of a bind. I have you on speakerphone with my colleague Darin Wilson who is editor of that section. Darin and I were hoping that we could convince you to start a little early."

"How early?" Rory asked.

"Miss Gilmore," Darin took over the conversation at this point, "We'd love to have you come in today after lunch if that is at all possible. If we could get you acclimated today, we'd love to have you up and running on some articles by tomorrow morning."

Feeling slightly panicked, Rory nervously said, "Sure, that shouldn't be a problem."

"Excellent Miss Gilmore," Logan said, "When you arrive in reception just ask for Darin and he'll get you all set up."

Rory hung up the phone and her knees felt weak. She gulped down a cup of coffee and ran back to their bedroom to get ready. Today was going to be her first day at her real life, grown-up job.

Author's Note: I guess I had a little bit of their moving story left in me. I'm sure it doesn't make for the most exciting reading, but I do feel it is essential to the story. I like my readers to have all the same background info that I have floating around in my brain. I also like for my readers to be able to see what I see when I think about their apartment. But I did speed up the work story line—the next chapter will have both Logan and Rory at the office. It should be interesting. Please review and let me know what you think!! Please!!