Author Note: Almost a year later, and we are finally here! Thank you all for your kind words and your encouragement! As always, Logan's inner thoughts in italics.

All characters belong to Gilmore Girls, WB, Netflix, etc.

January 2018

"Hey, babe. How was your day?" Rory asks Logan as he walks in the door.

"Fine. Boring. How are my two favorite people?" he asks, kissing both Rory and Will.

"Actually my day was great."

"Oh, yeah? What happened?"

"Will napped really well today, and I was able to finish the final edits on my book," she says.

"Ace, I'm so proud of you," he says.

"And I want you to read it."

"Of course. I would love to."

"Not as my husband though," she adds.

"Well, that's going to be hard to do."

"No, I mean… I want you to read it as a publisher. If it came across your desk," she says.

"Okay, but I'm not really in the print division. This kind of stuff doesn't come across my desk. Do you want me to let one of my print guys read it?"

"Oh, no," she says quickly. "I don't actually want Huntzberger to publish it. I'll shop it to different publishers."

Hold up. Is she wanting to actually publish this? I thought… Wait a minute. Why wouldn't she let me publish it?

"Rory-"

"Don't give it to print. You're my husband. I want you to read it."

"But you just said-"

"I know," she cuts him off again. "You'll figure it out… I know there's a fine line somewhere between personal and professional. I'm sure you can straddle it."

Shit. This is going to be tough to navigate.

"Oh, and also… I talked to Mom today, and she wants to know when we'll be home again," Rory continues.

"We were just there for Christmas!" Logan says.

"I know. She just misses us."

"She misses you and Will."

"Logan, she's coming around."

Logan rolls his eyes. "We can probably go back in April. That's usually a downtime for me work-wise, and we can tie it into my visit with Honor."

"Perfect. She wants to throw an anniversary party in Stars Hollow since we didn't have a big wedding they could all come to. And then they can all officially meet Will."

"What if I had said July was the best time?" Logan asks.

"I would have suggested April."

Logan spends the next week reading Rory's book in any spare time he has. He finds it fascinating on many levels.

She is an amazing writer.

There is still so much I don't know about her.

And most surprisingly, there is some substance here. I thought that writing this story was a cathartic exercise for her. Something to keep her momentum going between projects. But she has written something that may have legs.

Reading the Dean and Jess characters makes him feel nauseated, but when he gets to the lines where he and Rory meet, it is worth the read.

"I wanted to hate him. He was handsome, privileged, and condescending- everything my mother taught me to resist. But I was constantly thinking about it him; he was always on my mind. And I didn't know it at the time, but he would be for the rest of my life."

He finishes it on a Thursday night, but when he tries to discuss it with her, she balks.

"You're not my husband right now. Let's schedule a meeting."

"Fine," Logan smirks. "Lunch tomorrow. My office. But get a sitter, because only my wife brings her kid into my office."

She shows up the next day in her lucky red dress.

"Ta-da! I finally lost enough weight to get back in it. It's snug, but it's buttoned."

He walks over to close the door behind her. "You look gorgeous. Wanna skip the meeting and make out?" he asks, laying a kiss on her.

She gives in for a moment before pushing him away. "Nope, meeting. You're a publisher, and I'm a prospective writer."

"That's my favorite dirty fantasy."

"Logan. Seriously."

"Alright. Sit down, Ms. Gilmore," he says, showing her to a chair before walking behind his desk and sitting down.

Okay. Honest and supportive. And don't be harsh. Because in reality, she is not a prospective writer. She's my wife.

"So, the story is actually great," he begins. "Lots of interesting content, great characters, quaint setting. The writing is lovely, maybe at times, a little ramble-y. Lots of similes, but those things are uniquely you. And I love you."

"But…"

"But the problem is commercial viability. Comedic memoirs only sell if they're written by famous people. Non-famous folk need tragedy to gain traction, and… fortunately for you, yet unfortunately for your writing, you don't have that.

Also, the chapter breakdowns feel a little choppy to me, and some stuff needs further editing. For instance, the Jeff character could be cut completely."

Rory rolls her eyes. "Logan!"

"I'm just kidding! Mainly the problem is... there's not a market for this. Maybe if you let the idea of a book go, there would be more potential. I don't know… maybe it's just what I do now, but it feels like it would work better episodically. I've got a couple of web series going, and you could write a great treatment for this. Maybe even television."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, Stars Hollow is full of supporting characters, and your mom is basically a one-woman sitcom. You know… If Paris will allow it, you should talk to Doyle. Turn it into a screenplay. Or you could try and publish as is, but with rights to screen."

Rory gives him her thousand-watt smile. "That's a great idea!"

She's always so surprised.

He sighs. "I'm not just a pretty face, honey."

"I'm gonna come kiss that pretty face," she says.

"Ooh. Are you still my wife, or is this my dirty fantasy?" he asks, eyebrows raised.

She sits down in his lap and whispers in his ear. "I'm sure it could be both."

March 2018

"Mom called today while you were at work."

She calls every day.

He looks at Rory closely, and she seems slightly apprehensive. "Everything okay?"

"Well, yes. But I need to run something by you," she says.

"Shoot," he says, taking Will from her and following her into the kitchen.

"She invited Jess to our anniversary party. He was planning on being at his mom's then, and… It's okay, right? He says he wants to see the baby."

Logan purses his lips. "I know it's stupid to even question it, so I'll say… of course it's fine. We'll be completely civil."

"It is stupid, sweetie. You're my husband. You're the father of my kid."

"I know." He sits down in a kitchen chair, shifting Will to his shoulder. Rory tosses him a burp cloth, and he re-situates to give him his bottle.

"So, I can tell her-"

"Did anything ever happen with you guys?" Logan interrupts. "While we were apart."

Rory looks him dead in the eye. "Um… kind of… not really… I guess… There was a weekend."

God. Why did I ask? I really don't want to know.

"I went to Philly, and it was great," she continues. "I thought something might come of it. But then, he kind of ghosted me. Took three days to return calls, blew off plans. And you know… the interesting thing was… I didn't really care. I didn't see him again for four years, and… it didn't matter." She shrugs her shoulders.

"It's okay," he deflects. "You don't have to-"

"It's not like it was with us. It hurt when we were apart. I thought about you constantly. Wondered what you were doing, who you were with. What could have been if I'd chosen differently. I've only ever had that with you," she says.

Logan smiles. "I love you so much."

"Me too. So, what about you?" she asks.

"What about me what?"

"Oh, we're in it now. Were you serious with any of the many, many women you dated?"

"No. And there weren't that many."

"Come on, Logan. I know there were a lot. In eight years, no one mattered?"

"Well, I guess… Lauren. In California. We were together for a while, and… I liked her a lot. But it turned out, same as you... I didn't really care when it was over."

"Why did you break up?" Rory asks.

"I moved to New York. Besides, she wasn't you. She never really stood a chance," he says, matter-of-factly. He looks up from Will to catch a big smile on Rory's face. "So, Jess can come. But I'll have my eye on him."

"I would expect nothing less."

A few nights later, Logan is roused from sleep when he feels Rory moving her ass provocatively against his crotch. His eyes flutter open, and he checks the clock.

5:19.

She reaches her hand behind her and slips it into his boxer briefs.

"Mmmm," he moans in apprecaition.

She takes his hand and pulls it around her body, placing it inside her pajama bottoms and in between her legs before placing her hand back on his erection.

She is raring to go.

"Good morning to you too," he whispers in her ear.

"Sex dream. Blond kid from One Direction," she mumbles.

Well, I'll take what I can get.

"I thought all the girls liked Harry," he says as they pull at their bottoms, tugging them to their knees.

"I think it's well-established that I have a type," she says, gasping when he enters her from behind. "Blond… Handsome… So good…"

Logan smirks before moving his hand back down front to work on her clit. Within moments, she is whimpering. He briefly thinks about a condom, but she feels too good, and he's too close anyway.

They come quickly and quietly before pulling their pants back up and snuggling deeper into their spoon.

After a few minutes, she says "That must have been the most 'married' sex we have ever had."

"What do you mean?"

"It was… lazy. We didn't even take our clothes off."

True. I didn't want to have to look for my underwear later...

"So you didn't enjoy it?" he asks full of faux outrage.

"Of course I did."

He sneaks another glance at the clock. "Baby, I think you're looking at this all wrong. It's 5:26. Will should be awake, and he's not. We're on borrowed time. What's 'married' about it, is that I know your body so well that I made you come in four minutes."

"So cocky. Remember, you had a little help from Mr. Slow Hands."

"Oh you want slow hands?" he laughs, putting his hand back in between her legs. He puts his lips on her neck, and his fingers tease her until she joins her hands to his and speeds him up.

"Not that slow," she murmurs. She is just starting to roll her hips against his hand when they hear Will talking over the monitor, causing them both to still their motions.

Rory groans and rolls away from him. "I'll go get him. To be continued," she says with a meaningful glance at her husband.

"Yep. You just wait until tonight. I'll show you 'married' sex," he promises.

But first, I'm going back to sleep.

His eyes are closed when Rory and Will come back in. He snuggles his son close to his chest, and listens to him coo.

I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

April 2018

One week before they are set to leave for Stars Hollow, Rory enters Will's room, just as Logan begins changing his diaper.

"Mom just ran into Dean at Doose's, and he's in town with his parents for spring break. She invited him to our party. Is that okay?" she asks.

Jesus H. Christ. Changing a crap-filled diaper while she asks me this... This is just... symbolism at its finest.

Logan shakes his head in disbelief. "Have her call Marty Jones too and…" He pauses to place his hands over Will's ears. "Fucking Paul. Let's make sure that every guy that has ever tried to sleep with you is there."

Rory rolls her eyes and puts her phone up to her ear. "Mom? He says 'No problem. The more, the merrier.' Okay? I'll talk to you soon."

She smiles. "I'm fairly offended that you think only four men have ever wanted to sleep with me. You've obviously forgotten about the wookie."

"Ace, we would all be better off forgetting about the wookie. And of course I know how many guys want to jump your bones on a daily basis. That barista you flirt with constantly. Eli's assistant. Will Keating in my office. He never shuts up about how pretty you are. But I'm not inviting any of them to our anniversary party."

"How are you possibly still so jealous?" she asks.

He finishes Will's diaper and snaps up his onesie.

"I hate thinking about you with anyone else. Period. I will never not hate it."

"You are such a hypocrite," she says with a laugh. "I don't even know how many women you've been with."

Shit. Neither do I.

"I bet you don't either."

She knows me too well.

"Totally unimportant. I've only ever made love to one person, and that's you. You're the only one who's ever mattered," he says before picking Will up and following her to the living room.

"Yeah? Well, right back at you," she says. "Remember that."

Logan sits on the steps of the gazebo feeding Will from a pouch.

"Hey! There you guys are," Rory says, walking over and sitting down beside him.

"Sorry we disappeared. He was just getting too distracted to eat, so I brought him over here for a minute. He's getting tired."

"I can't believe how well he's done. He's off schedule, the five hour time difference, and he's still let everyone hold him. He's barely cried since we've been here."

Logan smirks. "Come on, Ace. He's half me and half you. Of course he's awesome."

Logan places Will's feet down and lets him bounce in his arms for a minute. He and Rory make faces until he giggles.

"This was actually really nice of your mom and Luke to put all of this together," Logan admits.

"Well, it's very nice of you to be so pleasant to everyone here. I appreciate it," she says.

"Yeah… I thought about it, and I mean… I got you. I won. I shouldn't rub it in their faces, no matter how tempting," he says, failing to keep the smile off of his face.

Logan shifts Will back into his lap as Rory scoots close and links her arm through his.

"It's been a good year. You're happy, right?" she asks.

"Ace, I could not be happier." He turns to kiss her temple, then gazes back out at the party. They spend a few minutes watching Stars Hollow celebrate them.

"Babe?" she says quietly.

"Yeah?" he says, turning to look at her.

"I'm pregnant."

His eyes widen.

Well, I guess I was wrong. I can be happier.

"I know we haven't talked about another kid, and Will's not even one. And this is totally unplanned and irresponsible. And we'll have to name the baby Niall. And he'll ask 'Why is my name Niall?' and I'll have to say 'Because I had a sex dream about him, and I woke up all horny for your dad, because when your dad was twenty-three he looked exactly like-'"

Logan cuts her off with a kiss. He pulls back to smile at her, and he can feel it spread all over his face- eyes crinkling, dimples flashing. Will is babbling in his lap, and he can't believe how amazing his life is.

He can only think of one thing to say. One thing that will reassure her. One thing that will reassure him.

One thing that puts all of his heart into words.

"Rory, I love you."

A/N: Last four words courtesy of Matt Czuchry, the number one Rogan shipper!

Thank you all so much for your support. I've gotten a ton of prompts from you for other ideas for stories. I'll probably get to some of them after a little break to recharge my creativity. Add me to author alert if you're interested!