A/N: As usual, I appreciate your reviews. Here is an update before I am gone for three weeks. Maybe I'll find a muse. Who knows! Umm, this takes place about a month after we last saw the couple.

Lyrics and song belong to Etta James: At Last!

At Last

Sweat. Logan was sweating like a dog as he ran faster and faster, avoiding the bodies of passersby and watching his breath melt along into the air. His breathing was even and he'd become more and more in shape; he needed this endurance if he was going to last. Most people thought he was working on his stamina for the bedroom, but only few knew the true reasons he was "busting his balls", so to speak, every day for an hour around New York City.

Those who knew the true reason obviously knew Rory and they could understand that he'd need his endurance. He'd need to be able to withstand a long brutal pregnancy with odd combinations of cravings and midnight movies. They lived so close to everything, it only made sense to walk there, but lately she'd been getting cranky. She was really in a 'delicate' mood these days and he was just praying that running to the store faster for her favourite Ben and Jerry's would stop her from lashing out at him any longer. He was becoming weary of the fact that she seemed so angry over the littlest things like not having the proper ratio of chips to gummi-worms in the house!

But as fickle and CRAZY as his wife was, he didn't want anyone else, nor was he ever tempted to look for someone else. Even though she drove him mad and even though he thought he was living in a nightmare, he liked this nightmare as long as she was by his side haunting his dreams.

At last
my love has come along
my lonely days over
and life is like a song

Logan began to slow his pace as he saw their apartment building come into view. He crossed the street eager to see his wife and hurried inside with his newly picked up container of Ben and Jerry's. He remembered the last time he came home without bearing gifts and didn't really want to see what she was like if he did it again! He shuddered to think of the horrible things she would withhold this time if he brought the wrong flavor.

The last time he came home without her beloved ice cream she wouldn't kiss him for a week. Well, he blamed it on the cravings and the fact that she had always been a little crazy. But what was life without his own personal nut job?

He passed the door man with a cheery hello and made his way up to the penthouse with a surge of excitement. Today was exactly a month until their baby was due and he couldn't have been any happier. With an extra bounce in his step, he walked off the elevator and into their home to the smell of burnt coffee, a first by the way, and the fire detector going off.

With quick steps and a worried heart, he hurried to the kitchen to see Rory sitting on the floor covered in coffee grinds and a pot on her face. She was so mad that he was almost afraid to go near her. But gaining the confidence that he knew she had such moods like this, he crouched down to face her.

"What's wrong dear?" he asked gently, wiping away the coffee from her cheeks and removing the heavy pot.

He heard a faint mumbling as she turned her head away, shooting what he assumed were daggers at the coffee maker.

"What was that?"

"The coffee machine burnt my coffee so I burnt it!" she said with a roar turning to face him. He could feel the heat resonating through the air from her fiery eyes.

He held back a laugh and stood up to fan at the smoke detector. A few minutes and it was shut off and he turned to clean up the coffee mess on both the counters and his wife.

"George has never been this horrible to me before. He always outperformed the others!" she mumbled.

"Having affairs again sweets? Gee, I wish you'd have told me before," he joked and she looked up with a smile. She knew she was being ridiculous. It was a coffee maker that she was mad at and she had almost burnt down their apartment because of it. Stupid hormones!

At last
the skies above are blue
well my heart was wrapped up in clover

"I hate these hormones! I tell you they make me do crazy things. I knew I was crazy before, but I mean come on, who burns a coffee maker for burning their coffee? That was stupid, I probably shouldn't have done that seeing as how we need to buy a new one, but I had George since mom gave him to us as a wedding present. Let's give him the proper funeral he deserves. To the park!" she announced and grabbed the dirty coffee maker from the kitchen.

"Uh, it's nearly ten at night Ace, don't you think it would look suspicious if we buried an object late at night in a park?" he chuckled and wiped away the last remains of the decaf coffee that had spilled everywhere.

"Oh, you're right. To the garbage chute then doll face and bring that vase of flowers. I have a lot to say and I want George to look pretty. So start decorating!" she demanded and they both got to work tangling flowers and what not on the coffee maker that had been so good to them. As Rory gave it a final inspection, she gave a nod of approval and they made their way to the end of the hall on the floor below to give the coffee maker its final words.


the night I looked at you I found a dream
that I could speak to
a dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
a thrill that I have never known well

Logan watched his wife carefully as a tear rolled down her cheek. She was so cute when she was a messed up pregnant woman. He decided to tell her that after the funeral, because now, of course, was an inappropriate moment.

"George, you were so good to us. I apologize for hurting you and making you go out in a sizzle," she giggled here and wiped away a tear. Logan held onto her hand tightly as she continued. "Sorry George. You were so understanding. You knew how to take a beating and that's what I liked about you. I'm going to miss our rendezvous' through out the day. Every twenty minutes when I was home that is. Well goodbye George," she whispered and kissed the coffee maker. She nudged Logan to say something.

"George, I appreciated you making such great coffee for me and the wife. Thanks for being such a pal! Good luck in coffee maker heaven!" he said and they threw him into the chute.

"Oh Logan, that was so sweet of you to say!" Rory cried and wrapped her arms around her husband tightly. He smiled. Oh the antics of his crazy wife. She was clearly an image of Lorelai more every day. He wondered if they'd buried coffee makers before, but pushed it from his mind as he walked Rory back inside.

"I brought you home some Ben and Jerry's," he said giving her the ice cream.

"Oh how thoughtful!" she declared and pressed her lips to his gently. She gave him a close embrace before rushing into the kitchen for two spoons. Giving one to him, they sat on their leather sofa happily eating the ice cream and watching a late night showing of Some Kind of Wonderful.

As the movie drew to an end, Rory had fallen victim to the depths of sleep and was looking absolutely angelic as she lay across his lap. She had a smile playing on her lips and he wanted to kiss her just then. But pushing away the urge, he carried her body to their bed and tucked her in with a soft kiss to her forehead. After he'd stripped down, she found his body and curled up beside him happily.

You smile
you smile
oh and then the spell was cast
and here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last

The next morning held new promise as Rory was up at the crack of dawn and cheery as ever. She was curled up next to Logan, brushing her hands back and forth across his bare chest and tangling her fingers in his messy blonde locks. He looked so cute when he was tired out and unshaven.

A ray of sun peaked through the curtains and straight into his eyes as if it had been intended that way. His eyes opened slowly and he smiled as he saw his beautiful wife, positively glowing, with her chin rested on his chest and staring up into his eyes doe-eyed.

"Mornin' sleepy head!" she giggled like a young girl and kissed his chest playfully, before stretching her body out and wrapping her arms around him. He wrapped a tired arm around her body and rested his cheek to hers.

"How come your up so early baby?" he asked, kissing her hair gently.

"I'm just excited is all. We get to buy a new coffee maker today and in case you forgot, I am officially off work for this month!" she said happily.

"Ah yes, your finally done stressing me out with the fact that work is stressing you out. I'm so happy! We're celebrating tonight!"

"Well love, that's why I'm taking you out to dinner," she said in a matter of fact kind of way.


I found a dream that I could speak to
a dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
a thrill that I have never known
well

Dinner proved to be extraordinary in a quaint bistro around the corner from their apartment. It was one of their favourite spots, but tonight it just seemed absolutely magical, like the night that Logan proposed not even two booths over. Their dinner was filled with mumblings of a perfect meal and perfect company doused with sweet nothings for each other and only each other to hear.

It was a wonder the two survived being a table's length apart the whole night with Rory's hormones and the absence of their sex life. Sure, Rory being pregnant got in the way but it didn't mean they couldn't find other ways to release the tension. There were always ways.

As they strolled through the crisp autumn air, Rory spoke so softly Logan almost missed it, "I think we should name her Autumn."

"Autumn? I don't know dear, she may get teased with a name like that!" he retorted playfully.

"Oh you think so, give me an example then oh master of wise cracks," she said bowing as much as her pregnant belly would allow.

"Oh Autumn your turning colour, but where are your leaves?" he said mockingly.

"That was lame darling, lame, lame, lame!" she threw the words at him as she snuggled back into his shoulder.

"Yeah well kids jokes are lame. And you put me on the spot. I'm not a comedian you know," he grumbled causing Rory to let out a fit of giggles.

"Yes well, you're no comedian but you're awfully funny. How about Zoë then?"

"Hmm, Zoë," he looked up thoughtfully. "I knew a Zoë once. She was really pretty but dull as a door knob," he remarked thoughtfully.

"What a charming thing to say about one of your past companions. But I already know none of them measure up to me Logan," Rory managed to get out without giggling.

"Yes you do reign supreme. Girls names, huh? Are you sure it's a girl?"

"I can feel it. It's one of those motherly intuition things," Rory patted her belly for emphasis.

You smile
you smile
oh and then the spell was cast
and here we are in heaven

"Yeah, I bet it is. Remember dear, the last time you had that feeling it was indigestion from all the chilly dogs," he joked earning him a smack to the back of his head.

"We should make a pro/con list with these names. Oh, I've got one how about Blair," she all but screamed.

"I like Blair. Let's remember that one," he said. He watched as Rory pulled out a small pad of paper and a pen from her coat pocket and shook his head at the useful tool. She never left home without one in case of a story. Oh his little reporter! "You know, I've always liked the name Porsha."

"Too much like the car. I don't want little boys saying 'hey can I take a ride,' to my little girl," Rory said mimicking a teenage boy leering at her daughter to come.

"Wow, okay, you're really good at the teasing. Are you sure you weren't a bully in high school? As I recall you loved to call me a butt faced miscreant a lot," he smirked at her before continuing down the path way.

"How about Jade," she offered.

"Jade…Add it to the list, I've got no complaints!" he sighed and tried to think of more. "What about Charlie?"

"Isn't that a boy's name?"

"Yes, but it would be cute to have it on our little girl. You don't find a ton of Charlie's who are girls," he reasoned. They had finally approached their apartment building and were just approaching the doorman.

"I don't want my daughter to have a boy's name. Hello Frederick, how's your evening been," Rory greeted the doorman.

"Lovely, thank you Rory. Oh and thanks for the coffee this evening, it was delicious," the door man replied.

"Good, I'm glad. Hey Frederick, do you know any pretty girl names?" Rory asked.

"Well I have always quite enjoyed the name Sadie," he replied.

"Thank you Frederick," she said to the doorman and then turned to her husband. "I like Sadie, that's an adorable name, don't you agree?"

"Actually, it's a pretty good name. I've never had a run in with a Sadie before so that's always a good start," he remarked and linked his hands with his wife's.

"Well I suppose it'll be hard finding a name with you having bedded half the population!" she said with a snort and giggled her way down the hall way and up the elevator.

"I suppose so. That's why we get to choose something non-sluttish and cute for our little girl. Maybe we should start making dating rules. I was thinking not until she was eighteen," he said.

"Oh gosh no. Then she'll rebel and she'll hate us, that would be stupid you know-," she began but was cut off with a kiss.

"Hi,"

"Hi," she said and kissed him again, content with being near her husband and pushing away baby names and focusing on the task at hand- her adoring husband!

for you are mine at last

A/n: Please review. Hope you enjoyed! ;)