A/N- Thanks for the reviews!

Rory's POV

"Good morning!" I sat down on the stool directly in front of Jess.

"Morning." He leaned over to kiss me.

"I made my decision." I announced.

"And?" he prompted, stopping in the middle of pouring my coffee.

"Keep pouring there, mister." I paused and made moms drum roll noise. "I am going to work at…The Washington Post."

"What was that noise?"

"A drum roll."

"It sounded like a helicopter."

"I know."

"So, The Washington Post? What inspired that decision?"

"I had a dream."

"About?"

"…you." I admitted meekly.

"Rory," he sighed. "I don't want you basing your decision on me."

"I'm not."

"Really?"

"Yes really, I am basing my decision on the fact that good things happen when it snows."

"I thought the dream was about me?"

"It was. You and Erica and me, in DC. You kissed me and it started snowing."

"You are completely crazy! This is a big decision! You can't-"

"Jess! Shut up! My mind is made up. You are not going to change it."

"But-"

"Jess!"

"Fine." He closed his eyes for a minute. "You really want this?" he asked opening them again.

"Yes."

"So what do you do now?"

"I have to call the Post and accept the job then I have to call the other papers and decline the other jobs. Oh, and I have to call the guy in London and tell him I found a job over here." I thought for a minute. "I should call my dad too."

"Sounds like you have a lot of phone calls to make."

"Yep. I should go, I just wanted to come share my news with you." I leaned across the counter and kissed the corner of his mouth. "See you later."

"Bye. Love you." He called after me.

"Love you too!" I smiled at him over my shoulder before closing the door behind me.

Around 9pm that night. Rory's POV

The Offspring's 'You're Gonna Go Far, Kid' broke the silence in the house and sent me searching for my phone.

"Hey Dad!" I answered as soon as I got my hands on it.

"Hey kid! Gigi said you called. What's up?"

"I figured out where I'm going to be working." I wandered back into the living room and sat on the couch.

"Where?"

"The Washington Post."

"That's great! I want you to let me do something for you."

"What?"

"Buy you someplace to live in DC."

"Dad, that's way too much." I objected. "I let you pay for Yale."

"For one year! Out of what, seven years, you went to a school with tuition?"

"But Dad, a place to live is too much." I repeated.

"Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, I am your father and as your father I have the right to make sure you have a nice place to live. Now I don't want to do it but, I will bring your mother into this if necessary."

"Alright, Dad. But I'm not happy about it." I warned him jokingly.

"That's okay with me. Now that that's settled, when do Gigi and I get the pleasure of seeing you?"

"Could you guys come to Stars Hollow this week? You could stay for a few days."

"That sounds great. How's Thursday?"

"Good. I actually have someone I want you to meet." I told him hesitantly.

"Really? Who?"

"Well actually you sorta know who he is, but you've never met him."

"Who?" he repeated.

"Do you remember Jess?"

"Jess?"

"Jess Mariano. Luke's nephew."

"That little punk who broke your wrist?"

"Yeah."

"Why do you want me to meet him?"

"Because we're dating again."

"You are?"

"Yes and that means you have to be nice to him. He's changed a lot since then. He has a daughter now, he's grown up."

"Can I at least hit him once?"

"No, Dad."

"Fine. How old is his daughter?"

"Erica's four, she and Gigi will get along great. And I think you would really get along with Jess if you tried."

"What makes you think that?"

"He's as big of a music freak as you."

"Hmm. I guess I can give him a chance."

"Thank you, Dad."

"You're welcome."

"I love you, Dad. I'll see you Thursday."

"Love you too, baby."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I dropped my phone on the couch next to me. The doorbell rang and I groaned. I dragged myself off the couch to answer it. I swung the door open.

"Hey!" Jess greeted me. He took in my appearance and frowned. "That's my hoodie! I haven't seen it in years! I love that hoodie! Where'd you get it?"

"Um…Santa?" I looked down at the dark gray hoodie I wore over a white tank top. I walked back into the living room.

"I never knew Santa was a thief."

"You left it on the bridge, I took it."

"When was this?"

"A couple weeks after you gave me back my book and I called you Dodger."

"So you did have a thing for me back then." He smirked at me smugly.

"No. I had a thing for your hoodie." I glared at him as he reclined on the couch.

"I can't believe you took my hoodie."

"If it's any comfort to you, when Dean and I got back together while I was in college I used to wear it at night and it really pissed him off. He recognized it as yours. It annoyed Logan too but he didn't know whose it was."

"That makes it a little better." He pulled me on top of him. I let my weight rest on him and leaned forward to kiss him. "But I want my hoodie back."

"Too bad." I brought my lips back to his. My arms snaked around his neck and his rested on my lower back. He tugged his hoodie up some and rubbed small circles on my skin.

He pulled back and let out a breath. "I love you."

"I love you." I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. We laid in silence for several minutes. "Guess what?"

"What?" he asked, absently running his hands through my hair.

"You get to meet my dad on Thursday."

He groaned. "Rory."

"I made him promise not to hit you! And Gigi will be with him so he'll be on his best behavior." I shifted so I was looking at him. "I think you'll like my dad. You guys can talk about music."

"You had to make him promise not to hit me?"

"You'll be fine. I'll be there."

"I'm not getting out of this, am I?"

"No."

"And I'm not getting my hoodie back, am I?"

"No."

"I guess I can live with that. As long as you stay right there." He kissed the top of my head.

"Gladly."

A/N- I've decided Chris is gonna be around in this story. Don't worry he won't cause any problems. And the hoodie I mentioned is the one Jess wore to dinner in Nick and Nora/Sid and Nancy. Review!