A.N: So, this is going to be the last chapter of this story. I thought about having a birth scene, but I just decided it would be better for everyone if I just jumped into the future… Yeah. Believe me, it will be much better. I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Sorry the updates were so sporadic! When you're done with this, check out my other story, Anatomy of Adjectives, which is unfinished and will hopefully be updated more often. Adieu!

Must Have Done Something Right

Five year old Hannah Mariano quickly scurried across the kitchen, her hands and face covered with white flour. She ran to the bathroom to attempt to cover up her recent ploys, although the small powdery footprints she left in the hall didn't help her plan. She stood on her step stool to reach the sink, turning it on and washing her hands of the ingredient. When her hands were done, she looked both ways in the hall to make sure her parents hadn't seen the scene of the crime yet. Hannah tip-toed back to her pink princess room and grabbed a book. She heard a loud groan from the kitchen as her father pounded down the hall.

"Hannah Lorelai Mariano." The little girl looked up at her father, her bright blue eyes gleaming from the light through the window.

"Yes Daddy?" He smirked.

"Did you get flour all over the kitchen?" She opened her mouth wide and slammed her book shut.

"No! I didn't, I promise! It was Ollie!" He bent down to her level and wiped the girl's cheek.

"Number one, Oliver is a baby and I doubt he would be able to climb all the way up the counter and reach the flour. Number two," He showed her the white residue on his finger. "You've been caught white-faced." The brunette stuck out her lower lip at her father.

"Okay…I did it. But I'm sorry! I didn't dew it on purpose! It was an acchewdint!"

"Accident, honey." She crossed her arms.

"That's what I said! Acchewdint." Jess laughed.

"Well you're going to help me clean this up before Mommy gets home, okay?" Hannah put her book down and sulked her shoulders.

"Okay. When does Mommy get home?" Her grabbed her hand and walked his daughter back down the hall to the kitchen.

"The same time she gets home every day, 4 o'clock." He handed her a wet paper towel so she could attempt to clean the floor as he tackled the counter.

"Why can't she be home early?"

"Because she's at work, babe."

"Why can't she work home like you?"

"Because Mommy's job needs her to go places and talk to people, she's very important." Hannah looked up at her father again, failing at her attempt to clean the floor and confused.

"Why?"

"Because…I said so? I'll finish this up, why don't you go put on Wiggles and wait for Mommy."

"Fineeee." She brush past her father and blew her pigtails behind her shoulders. Jess rolled his eyes at his rambunctious daughter and finished getting the white powder off the floor and counter. He walked into the living room, where she sat herself on the couch singing ridiculous songs about potatoes as the young boy in a jumper smiled and clapped along, not really knowing what was going on. He bent down next to the boy and grabbed the empty juice bottle he deposited on the floor.

"All done with this, kiddo?" Ollie looked at his father with a dazed smile, much like the expressed he used for watching the television.

"I'll take that as a yes." The baby squealed and went back to the men in bright colored outfits on the screen.

"Hello?" Rory walked into the living room, depositing her bag and jacket on the coat rack.

"Mommy, Mommy!" Hannah ran to her mother and hugged her legs tightly.

"Hey Hannie, can Mommy at least get her shoes off?" The little girl hesitantly let go as Rory kicked off her heels. She bent down and picked up Hannah. "How was your day?" Hannah's eyes widened instantly.

"Well, first I went to schwool and drew with crayons. Then Daddy picked me up with Ollie and we came home and lwunch. Then I played princess castle and dressed up and had a tea pwarty. Then me and Daddy cleaned up a big mess in the kitchen. Now you home!" Rory smiled.

"Wow, that sounds like a day! What big mess in the kitchen?" Hannah frowned.

"Well it was a acchewdent Mommy."

"An accident?" She scowled.

"That's what I said!" Jess walked back into the living room with a full bottle.

"Hey, I thought that was you." He leaned over and kissed her briefly.

"Yuck." Rory laughed and let Hannah back on the couch. She walked over to the jumper and kissed the top of Oliver's head as he bounced.

"You are too much." The baby laughed. "Yes, you know that Mommy is calling you crazy don't you?"

"I swear, he takes after you." Jess handed the boy the bottle and he happily obliged. Rory narrowed her eyes at him.

"Well that one over there is you in a nutshell. What happened in the kitchen?"

"Nothing, she spilled some flour on the floor and tried to blame it on Ollie. Meanwhile she had flour all over her face."

"See? You, but just less organized." He rolled his eyes again and went into the kitchen, Rory followed.

"What's for dinner?" Jess opened the take-out drawer. "Take your pick, Madame." She laughed out loud at him and grabbed the Chinese menu.

"Good choice." Rory sat at the kitchen table while Jess ordered. It was still light outside and her favorite thing about this kitchen was how amazing it was to sit near the window and just look out. She looked down at her hands and twisted her wedding ring on her finger. Five amazing years so far she and Jess have had. Starting with the birth of Hannah, which was an experience both of them would never forget. They got married a few months later, a small wedding at the Dragonfly with only close family and friends present. Shortly after, Rory went back to work as Jess wrote at home. He never minded being the 'Stay-at-home Dad' which was one of the millions of things she loved about him. When she became pregnant with Oliver, they were a little more experienced and things went a lot smoother.

In a week she was to go off to France and cover international news, something she wouldn't have dreamed of doing right now if Jess hadn't talked her into it. She didn't want to leave her babies, but Rory knew Jess was more than capable of taking care of things. Rory figured she would keep to local reporting for now, and then when the kids got a little older she could take trips. But this was an opportunity Jess didn't want her to pass up, much like when she got pregnant and wasn't able to go to China. All in all, Rory was happy; extraordinarily happy.

Jess finished his phone call a few minutes ago, and spent the last five watching Rory in her trance. He came up behind her and kissed her neck as she jumped in her seat.

"Jeez, you scared the living daylights out of me!" He laughed and moved to her mouth to kiss her deeply.

"Mmm I was waiting for that since I got home." Jess moaned.

"What am I gonna do without you for two weeks?" Rory moved so Jess could sit, and she plopped into his lap wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I'm not sure. You might have to find a nice French guy to take my place." She laughed into his neck.

"Never. I grew up knowing Michel remember? I'm not a big fan of French men."

"Good. I have nothing to worry about then." He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the top of her head. She peeked out from under his chin at the two children in the living room. Hannah had begun dancing around the room with her pom-poms from her cheerleader Halloween costume, singing along to that same potato song. Ollie just watched her happily, sucking on his bottle. Rory looked up at him and smiled.

"We did good, pig." He laughed and kissed her forehead.