"Okay everyone, attention please!" Lorelai called from the front of the dining area. She got no response. "Um, excuse me!" she tried again. Still no response. She sighed and stood up in a chair. "HEY!" she yelled. "I am standing up here in extremely new boots and let me tell you, if I fall and die it's going on every ones' tab!" Silence. She smiled. "Thank you. Now, welcome to the Dragonfly Inn. My name is Lorelai Gilmore, for those of you who don't know me, even though you all should. If anyone needs anything you can ask me, Michel, Sookie, or my lovely daughter Rory. We hope you all don't regret deciding to stay with us for Christmas." She stepped down and walked over to Rory.

Everyone started mumbling again and eating the feast Sookie prepared.

"Hey, nice speech. Not to sure about the whole threat of billing everyone if you die. But hey, I'm cool." She said smiling.

"Yeah, well. Everyone wouldn't be too happy if I kicked the bucket. Who else does Michel listen to?"

"Point taken."

Just then, Michel rushed up to her. "Lorelai!"

Lorelai jumped. "Good god, Michel! Don't do that! We were just discussing what would happen if I kicked the bucket." She said clutching her chest.

He frowned. "Come with me!"

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Just come on!"

Lorelai sighed and followed him to the front desk. She gasped.

"Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?" she asked in what was supposed to sound like a calm voice.

Emily sighed. "Do we need a reason to stop by our only daughter's place of business, Lorelai? Or are you too busy for us? Perhaps we should have scheduled an appointment?"

Lorelai pasted a smile on her face. "No, mom. It's fine. It's just, it's Christmas Eve and we're a little busy. We have everyone staying at the Dragonfly for Christmas."

"Why?" Emily said with a hint of disgust in her voice.

"Because we all wanted to spend Christmas together and we have plenty of room here."

"What about your guests?"

"All of our guests stayed home for Christmas."

"Well that certainly can't be good for business."

"It's fine mom."

Emily rolled her eyes. "So, Lorelai, what are busy with at the moment?" Richard spoke up.

"We're welcoming our guests with brunch." She told them reluctantly.

"Ah. I see."

"Would you like to stay?" she asked after a moment of silence.

Emily sighed loudly. "Oh, Lorelai, I'm afraid we can't. We just dropped by to give you and Rory your Christmas presents. Then we have to get going. We have a very busy Christmas this year."

Lorelai had Michel gone to get Rory before Emily had finished her sentence.

"Hi Grandma, Hi Grandpa." She said politely.

"Rory, what in the hell are you wearing?" Emily spat.

Rory looked down at her light-up snowman sweatshirt. "A sweat-shirt grandma." She said.

"Who in the world would give you such a hideous thing? I mean, the person must get dressed in the dark every morning."

"Um, well…"

"I got it for her mom." Lorelai spoke up. She glared at her mother. "Well, thanks for stopping by but we have to get back to the guests." She took Rory's arm and began walking.

"Lorelai! Come back here! We need to discuss something!" Lorelai took a deep breath.

"Mom, I'll go. You get back to the guests." Rory said.

Lorelai shook her head. "No hon, you go. This is my battle."

"You sure?"

She nodded. Rory, reluctantly, walked off.

Lorelai turned and went back to her parents. "What" she said through gritted teeth.

"Lorelai, that was highly irresponsible and rude. I would have thought you would at least act better in your own place of business." Emily sneered.

"You know what? That's it. I'm done." She got up and turned to them. "This is my inn, mom. I choose how to run it and how to act in it. And I will not have you embarrassing me like this. Now if you still want to give me and Rory our Christmas presents, you can leave them on the coffee table. But right now, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Emily's mouth dropped open. "Lorelai, you cannot be serious-" she started.

"Good-bye mom. Merry Christmas." She cut her off. She walked out of the room, stopping only to inform Michel to make sure her parents left.

"You okay?" Luke asked back in the dining area.

She nodded. "Yeah. Fine."

The rest of the day went by in a blur. Everyone had fun. Whether it was walking through town, Eating Sookie's food (which there was plenty of, she made sure of it), or just sitting around the fire with a good book or a friend and enjoying the holidays. Everyone had a blast that evening baking cookies with Sookie. In the end they had over four dozen batches. That evening everyone made their way through a delicious three-course meal double-teamed by Luke and Sookie. After dessert everyone went outside for the sleight rides. Lorelai and Sookie directed everyone to a horse-drawn sleigh. There were only four, so only four couples could go at a time. But that was okay. People didn't mind waiting.

The ride lasted about fifteen minutes. The sleigh pulled you around the town and back. By the time the first four couples had set off (Lane and Zach, Colin and Steph, Rory and Logan, and Finn and a very reluctant Michel) Lorelai suddenly jumped up and ran to the middle of the Inn's yard.

"What are you doing?" Luke asked.

"Snow! It's coming! I knew it was coming soon for a few days now, but it's coming now! Right now!"

"Lorelai you're crazy. You honestly think-" he stopped short. It had begun to snow. He shook his head and walked over to her.

Lorelai grinned. "I am a goddess!" she announced.

Luke kissed her.

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Rory snuggled closer to Logan under the blanket they were sharing in the sleigh. It had begun to snow and Logan wrapped his arms around her.

"This is perfect." She gushed.

Logan nodded. "I know."

"It's like a wonderland."

"It is. Rory-" he was cut off by their return to the Inn.

"What?" she asked getting out.

"Can we go for a walk?" he asked.

She nodded. "Sure." He took her hand and they set off. They walked for a few minutes in silence, just admiring the town and all the lights. Logan pulled her into the gazebo. Rory laughed as she saw Finn and Michel pass in their sleigh, arguing. Finn was saying they needed to go fast, like on a race horse and Michel was not agreeing. Since they had been the only ones with out a partner they were forced to share a ride. She laughed again as they rode off.

Logan opened his arms and Rory graciously snuggled up to him. They stood there for a moment, in the center of the gazebo, just holding one another.

"I love you, Ace." Logan said after a minute.

"I love you, too." She said pecking him on the lips, then going back to his chest.

"I love you more than anything. I have since we jumped. And I don't think I'll ever love anyone more than I love you." He told her.

"You're sweet." She said.

"Marry me." He said all of a sudden. She stepped back and looked at him.

"What?"

"Marry me." He said again.

"Logan-"

"No." he cut her off. He took her gently by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "I've thought this through, Rory. I've been thinking about it for a while now. And I know. You're it. You're my one." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.

"Oh my god." She whispered.

He opened the box, revealing a Princess-cut platinum diamond engagement ring.

"Oh my god." she whispered again, starting to cry.

"Well, Ace?"

"Oh my god!"

He chuckled. "Is that as yes?"

Rory nodded. "Yes." She squeaked.

He grinned and handed her the ring. "Read the inscription."

Rory looked on the inside of the ring and found something scrawled in beautiful writing.

Ace, we jumped once. Jump with me again. I can guarantee it'll be a once and a lifetime experience. –Logan♥

She slid the ring onto her finger and looked at it. "It's beautiful, Logan. Thank-you." She said through her tears.

"I love you." Logan said.

"I love you too." He pulled her into a long, passionate kiss. After a minute or two (or possibly several sun-lit days) they broke apart.

"We're getting married." Rory said softly.

Logan nodded. "Yeah, we are. You think you're up for it?" he teased.

Rory looked at him seriously. "You Jump, I Jump, Jack."

Logan grinned and once again pulled her into a long, deep kiss.

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A/N: Well? I love reviews! So keep them coming! Up next: The engagement is announced! And a special gift is given!? Also: for a picture of Rory's engagement ring, check out my page.