Author's note:

Hello, my lovely readers!

Man, it's been a while and I'm so sorry to make you wait so long. This chapter was the hardest for me to write. The previous ones were pretty much thought and mapped out. With this one, that was not the case. I'm not sure I'm entirely satisfied with how it turned out, but in the end since I made you wait this long I figured it was better than nothing. I am happy to say that there have been new people reading and following this story during the time I was gone, so I'm hoping that all of you are still out there and you haven't totally given up on me and this story. Anyways... This chapter is a bit shorter, but I still hope you'll like it! :)

Happy reading!

It felt kind of surreal to me being back in Stars Hollow with Logan. Last time we were here was a few weeks before the whole proposal debacle and there was this little thing where Logan didn't quite fit into the scenery. With his pristine custom made suit and camel coat he looked so out of place sitting on the steps of the town gazebo, as a person can be.

"And this is exactly where I sat, just a little over a month ago, when I told my mom that I was pregnant with your baby." I said, touching the wood beside me. Logan's hand covered mine in a second. I looked up at him and saw him smiling. I smiled back. "That was probably one of the scariest days of my life." I admitted to myself and him.

"You're not scared now, are you?" Logan asked me. I could feel his eyes on me, but my gaze was focused on our intertwined hands beside me.

"I am. But I think that being a little scared is normal." I answered.

"What is it exactly that scares you?"

I took a deep breath in and looked ahead of me. I don't know why, but I couldn't look Logan in the eyes. "Nothing and everything." I said. He didn't say anything, waiting for me to elaborate. "It's hard to explain."

"Try." Logan encouraged and I felt his hold on my hand get stronger.

"Well, I know that in the end everything will be alright. Somehow we will make it work and I won't be the worst mother that ever lived. You've done a pretty good job of convincing me in that at least." I said and turned to smile at him. Logan smiled back and then waited patiently until I had formed my words to express what I was feeling.

"But everything in between. I'm scared of how this pregnancy is going to change me, how is going to change us. I'm scared of the way is going to change my body. And I know that you'll probably say that I'm an idiot, I'm beautiful and you would love me either way, and I'm sure that you mean it now, but what happens in three months when I can't even get up from the couch without your help, because I'm THAT big. And trust me, I will be big. I remember how Lane was."

I could feel that he was holding his words back, dying to speak. But just like I could sense him, Logan could sense me and he knew I wasn't done. So he waited, again.

"I think what I'm most afraid of is labor and delivery. And post-partum depression, but mostly delivery." I finally admitted out loud.

"Rory…" Logan began to say.

"I know, I know. It's the most natural thing in the world. Women have been giving birth since the beginning of time, and there are probably millions of women giving birth right this second. But I don't do well with that stuff. I almost passed out when Sookie went into labor with Martha and she was just rushing out of her house, not screaming in pain. And I was downright terrified when my dad almost didn't make it for Gigi's birth and I almost had to go in the delivery room with Sherry, begging her not to make me do it." I tried to explain myself. "And I know I'm going to sound like the worst best friend in the world, but I'm glad I was in North Carolina when Lane had Steve and Kwan." I continued after a few seconds. "And…"

"Those are a lot of 'ands'." Logan chuckled next to me.

"Hey." I whined and elbowed him in the ribs. "What I was going to say is that Paris was never one to make fuss about her pregnancy, so with both Gabby and Tim she called after they were born and the whole hustle was over, but that never stopped her from sharing all the gruesome details of child birth" I finished saying and dropped my gaze to my lap, where I was nervously peeling at my nail polish.

After a few moments of silence Logan put an arm around my shoulders and turned me, so that he can look me in the eyes, before he started speaking.

"Ace, you know that if I could, I would take all the pain, discomfort and everything that is going to be hard on you during this pregnancy. I hated seeing how sick you were feeling and I'm sure I'll hate seeing you in pain and not being able to do anything, except holding your hand and bribing the anesthesiologist to give you more of the good stuff, if you know what I mean." I laughed. I loved him for making the effort, and more important, being able to make laugh while addressing some of my biggest fears. Logan let his words sink in before he spoke again, and this time there was no humor.

"But I really do hope you know that I will really be there. Every step of the way. I will not leave your side for a second. I'll rub your back, feed you ice chips, hold your hand, not get mad at you when you start cursing me, because believe me there will be cursing. I could hear my sister screaming at Josh that he is a son of a bitch, all the way from the waiting room." I knew he was serious, but I couldn't hold back my chuckle. "And I wasn't kidding when I said that I'll bribe the anesthesiologist to give you the best stuff they happen to have lying around."

"You better." I said and Logan chuckled.

After a few moments of silence between us, Logan raised his hand and brushed a stray of hair behind my air. His hand rested on my cheek and I leaned into it.

"I can't take it away from you." Logan said quietly, his brown eyes gazing into mine. "It's just not how reproductive biology works for us humans." He continued and again I couldn't help but laugh. And then he was serious again. "But I will be there for you. I know that I can't take your fears away, probably nothing can, but I will do my best to soothe them. I'll be there to encourage you and remind you how unbelievably amazing you are every step of the way." His eyes and the little smile that crept onto his face were so full of love I felt my heart start beating erratically. "And then, when we are holding our babies in our arms I will thank you for making me the happiest man alive."

I didn't realize I was crying until I felt Logan's thumb brush against my cheek, wiping away my tears. He cupped my face in his hands and I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes, just being in this moment with him. Breathing him in. He pressed his forehead to mine and we just stayed in this perfect moment between us for a while.

"I love you!" I whispered him.

"I love you!" He whispered back. Logan leaned in and his lips pressed softly against mine.

When he pulled back and I opened my eyes, I saw his staring into mine. I loved his eyes. They always made sure to tell me what he was feeling, even if he wasn't using his words to say it. He looked at me with that sweet smile on his face. "We should go. We are late for the town meeting."

I took ahold of his hand and looked at the watch hanging on Logan's wrist. Indeed, we were fifteen minutes late to the town meeting.

"My mom is going to kill us. Well you, she wouldn't risk hurting her grandkids." I stated matter of factly.

"Mmm." He just mumbled with a sardonic smile.

"But she might disown me." I tried to lessen the blow.

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" Logan said, jumping to his feet and suddenly becoming very serious.

"No, we can't." I said and took the hand he offered me to stand up.

I stood in front of him, just roaming my eyes all over him for a few seconds. "I really, really love you!" I finally said.

"I really, really love you too!"

Entering Miss Patty's studio, I spotted my mom and Luke sitting at the back. I pointed them out to Logan and we tried to make our way there without drawing too much attention to ourselves. When mom saw us she reached and removed two large paper bags, with 'Luke's' logo on them, from the two empty chairs next to her.

"You know I had to fight people for these seats. Me and Gypsy got as close as ever to getting into a catfight. If Luke hadn't showed up, I'm not sure I would have been standing here, as beautiful as I am right now." Mom rattled on her usual mumbo jumbo, while Logan and I took our seats.

"Sorry we're late." I said and grabbed one of the paper bags from her.

"Is that food?" Logan asked, eyeing the bag suspiciously.

"Yup." Mom and I answered simultaneously, while digging through the bags. "French fries?" I offered, turning to Logan.

"No, thank you." He answered, still looking a little shell-shocked. A few seconds later he shook his head and laughed. "You know, I keep getting surprised by your eating habits and I don't even know why."

"If it makes you feel any better, I still I haven't managed to fully wrap my head around them." Luke murmured grumpily.

"It does, actually. Thank you." Logan said and Luke just nodded in his direction.

"What did we miss?" I asked, chewing down on the fries.

"Nothing much. We've just been discussing the Winter Carnival and Taylor insists on doing a tree lighting ceremony this year." Mom filled us in.

"That sound nice." I said. "We've never had one of those before. Sounds like fun."

"Mhm." Mom mumbled, with her mouth full of fries and cheeseburger.

"What happens during a Winter Carnival?" Logan leaned in and whispered to me.

"Ahh, you know. The usual." I stated, before I started listing. "Ice sculptures, fortune telling boots, Mrs. Kim's trademark fiery pits of hell themed booth, that one is always a hit. Though I think Lane is no longer the assistant."

"No, Lane is not the assistant anymore. Thank God!" The person in question said plopping down with a sigh on the last available seat in the row behind us. "Hi." Lane greeted us.

"Hey." Logan said with a smile, while I continued to stuff my face into the bag of fries.

Taylor's gavel sounded around Ms. Patty's studio. "Please, be quiet." He called for order, before resting his gavel to the side. The thought of Taylor resting his gavel made me chuckle under my breath and blush a bit, to be honest.

"Dirty?" Mom whispered in my ear conspiratorially.

"Yup." I just said with another chuckle.

"What?" Logan asked looking baffled, while Luke on the other hand seemed unabashed by our exchange.

"I'll tell you later." I sad quickly, because Taylor was reaching for his gavel once again.

"I would like to discuss a new venture for the forthcoming Winter Carnival that I believe would attract a lot of attention and would pique the interest of potential tourists." Taylor said, sounding very official. "I would like for us to install an Ice Bar around the gazeebo."

"An Ice Bar" The entire room erupted simultaneously, including my mom, who was probably the loudest. "How could you possibly be thinking of an Ice Bar, two days before the carnival starts, Taylor?" My mom shouted over the crowd.

As the room was exploding, Logan looked at me with the most astonished look on his face. "Is he for real?" He asked.

"Sadly, yes." I said. Next to me Logan just laughed, grabbed a fry out of my bag and leaned leisurely into his chair.

"God, I love this man!" Crossing his arms on his chest he prepared to enjoy the show that was about to unfold before his eyes.

A few days later I was laying practically naked on a bed in one of the rooms at the Dragonfly. Turned to the side, with a sheet barely covering me I was enjoying the sight of Logan in front the bathroom mirror, shaving, with only a towel around his waist. All I could think in that moment was that I was one lucky girl. At least until someone came knocking on our room's door. Or more likely, trying to break it down.

"What the hell?" Logan peeked out of the bathroom.

"I got it." I said, mirroring his baffled look, throwing away the sheet and reaching for the satin robe at the foot of the bed. Putting it on, I threw a glance at myself in the mirror. I had 'bed-hair' mixed with 'all-night-of-passionate-love-making-hair'. My eyes had that mischievous glint in them, my face was flushed and my lips were red and puffy. I ran my hands through my hair with little to no effect and accepted the fact that there was no way for me to look even remotely presentable once I opened that door. I just hoped it wasn't Luke on the other side, because that would have been mortifying.

I braced myself and opened the door with a swing. "Oh, my god! I should have guessed." I huffed and started laughing.

"Good morning, sleepyheads" Honor said sing-song like, breezing past me into the room, heading straight for the mirror. "I came to wake you up and drag your asses to breakfast." She stated distractedly, while checking her lipstick. Slowly turning towards me, Honor made note of my attire. "My god, what happened to you?"

Feeling self-conscious, I tried to pull the robe tighter around me and once again tame my wild hair. "Don't bother. It's not doing a thing." Honor noted.

"Thanks." Said I sarcastically. As if I didn't already know.

Taking a look around the room, the scattered clothes on the floor, the crumpled sheets on the bed, on which Honor's gaze lingered for a second too long, I saw her trying very hard to contain her smile and laughter. "Who knew you two were so passionate?" But still, she could resist to make one little remark with a chuckle, which caused me to blush even more than I already was.

"Be thankful you don't." Logan said, stepping out of the bathroom.

Glancing at Logan, who was still only clad in a towel, Honor cringed. "You're right. I don't know why I just went there. Ew." She made a gaging noise and shook her head, trying to get rid of the image that was just in her head.

Looking for a change of subject, Honor gave the room another once over. "I love how all the rooms in here are decorated differently, but still are the same in style. It's very unique." She began rambling.

Logan took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "Is there something else you wanted this morning, besides making all of us uncomfortable?" He asked a bit annoyed.

"No, just to drag you to breakfast. The boys are driving me crazy, being all excited about seeing you." Honor said, referring to her two sons.

"Tell them I'll be down in twenty minutes." He said with a gentle smile on his face. His expression always changed when he was talking about his nephews. He became calm and happy and loving. Just like when he was talking about our kids. I adored seeing him like this.

"I will. But you better be down there in twenty, otherwise those two are coming up to get you and there is nothing I can do to stop them." Honor said, moving for the door and opening it. "And you two better not be naked if that happens, or you are going to be the ones to give my sons the sex talk." She threatened and with one last swift twirl on her high heels, left the room.

"After a threat like that, we really need to get down there in twenty minutes." I mumbled. "I don't want to give the sex talk to second graders."

"They are first and third." Logan said blankly, wrapping his hands around me and resting his chin on the top of my head.

"I rounded it up." Logan chuckled and kissed my head while breathing me in. "I'll go take a shower." I said, planted a kiss to the side of his mouth and went to the bathroom.

Exactly twenty three minutes later, Logan I walked into the dining room. It was packed. Couples and families, all sat around the tables talking, laughing, some feeding screaming infants, some unsuccessfully trying to stop their children from running around like headless chickens. Looking around I spotted Honor and Josh in the corner by the window. Their boys were the only ones who sat calmly with their parents, quietly enjoying their family breakfast.

All that of course, changed the second they laid eyes on their uncle. Both boys jumped out of their seats, knocking down one of the water glasses (luckily it didn't brake), screaming 'Uncle Logan', nearly tackling said uncle to the ground upon contact.

"Hey" Logan exclaimed, hugging them both, kissing their heads and lifting them off the ground. Grinning like an idiot, I just sat there and enjoyed the sweet sight. Honor made her way towards us, while Josh stayed behind to wipe the spilled water off the table.

"Boys, give your uncle a chance to take a breath." Honor chided her sons. "And while you're at it, you may also say 'Hello' to Rory and present yourselves as the mannered young gentlemen we are raising you to be." She added with a light smile on her face, while driving her fingers through one of the boys' hair.

"Ryder, Liam do you remember Rory?" Logan asked, crouching down between them, his arms around the boys.

"You are Uncle Logan's girlfriend right?" Liam, the older one, asked.

"I am." I said smiling down at the boy.

"And you have babies in your tummy." Ryder, who was six, chimed in. Logan, Honor and I chucked.

"That's right." I said crouching in front of the little blonde boy, who aside from his mother's blue eyes, looked so much like his uncle. Same mischievous smile, same sandy blonde hair. "God, both of you have grown up so much. I think the last time I saw you, was what? A year ago?"

"Almost." Honor answered. "We had lunch in New York on Logan's birthday last February, if I remember correctly."

Bored with our walk down Memory Lane, Ryder tugged on Logan's sweater, effectively drawing his attention to him. "Uncle Logan?"

"Yes, buddy?"

"When will the babies be here?" Ryder asked. I tried to stifle my laugh. Not very successfully. I was just hoping that the next question wasn't 'where do babies come from'.

"They are very small now, they need to grow. So we still have a little bit of time."

"How much time?" The little boy insisted.

"Probably around the beginning of summer." Logan gave an answer to the curious boy.

"But it's Christmas now, that's a lot of time." Ryder whined impatiently.

"I know buddy. But it will fly by fast." Logan chuckled and kissed his head. "And while we wait, what do you two say we go steal some cookies from Sookie and then finish our breakfast."

The boys screamed excitedly and started jumping up and down, until Liam stopped abruptly. Not to leave his brother hanging, Ryder stopped too and looked at his big brother quizzically. "Who's Sookie?" Liam asked with a questioning frown on his face.

Logan laughed and extended his hands towards the boys. "Come with me, I'll introduce you." Without hesitation the boys grabbed their uncle by the hand and followed him into the kitchen.

"Okay, not to sound like my overly curious sons, but who is Sookie?" Honor whispered in my ear.

I crossed my arms under my chest, still looking and smiling at the three blonde heads heading for the kitchen. "Our chef." I stated. "She's not big on strange people and kids running around her kitchen, but somehow Logan managed to charm the pants off her like I've never seen in the entire twenty plus years since I've known her. And, also somehow managed to arrange for himself, a lifetime supply of cookies." I explained laughing.

Next to me Honor laughed too and added. "Somehow, I'm not surprised about that."

"Yeah, now that I think about it…" I looked at her, shaking my head. "Me neither."

Sometime after breakfast I was sitting in the inn's lounge, in front of the fire place, enjoying my one and only allowed, Luke's cup of coffee, with Honor and mom. Logan, Josh and boys were playing outside. I was a little nervous about my mom and Honor meeting for the first time, but like I hoped, they seemed to really like each other. Considering our history with the Huntzburger family, I would have been happy if they had just managed to keep it civil. But then again, Honor was nothing like the rest the family. And still, saying that, I had to make note of the fact that Mitchum had been nothing but perfectly polite and accepting lately. Mitchum, Honor, Josh, the boys, Logan and I were supposed to have dinner together tonight, I was surprised to say that I didn't dread it as much as I would have a few month ago. My mom was not coming to that dinner with us, but I was pretty sure that a lot more time was going to pass, before Lorelai Gilmore agreed to go to dinner with Mitchum Huntzburger. Potentially I knew that that was going to create some troubles along the way, but that was our reality and all we could do, was just try to make the best out of any situation.

"Mom!" Liam's yell interrupted our conversation. Honor glanced out the window, just in time to see Logan lifting Ryder on his shoulders, to put the pan on the snowman's head. "Come, you have to see this!" Liam yelled again.

"I'll be right back." Honor said getting up and wrapping an off-white cashmere shawl around her shoulders. She left the warm Inn and went out into the cold winter weather and knee deep snow, in five inch high heeled boots. Hands down Wonder Woman right there, I'll give her that.

"So, what do you think?" I asked my mom, once Honor was out of ear shot.

"She is amazing." Mom said with a smile and I knew her well enough to know that she meant it.

"Right." I was so happy. Honor was pretty much the only family Logan had and it was important to me that everyone in our immediate family got along. That was going to make things so much easier once the babies came.

The boys' excited screams from the outside, drew our attention. Just as Honor was about to tie Josh's scarf, around the snowman's neck, Logan threw a snowball that landed right in the nape of her neck.

"You did not just do that!" Honor said, turning with a gasp. And as all the boys laughed, she crouched down and started to gather snow into a snowball.

"Tell me she is not about to engage in a snowball fight, wearing five inch Saint Laurent boots!" Mom mumbled in a mix between disbelieve and admiration. Just as the words were out of her mouth, Honor threw her carefully crafted snowball, which landed dead center into Logan's chest.

"Good aim." I remarked and next to me mom just chuckled in agreement.

As the fight progressed, teams and their players were clearly formed. It was now Honor and Josh against Logan and the boys. And Logan was losing to his big sister. Badly. In a last effort to change the score Logan gathered the boys and took cover behind one of the golf carts.

It was the look on the boys' faces that captivated me in that moment. Their uncle was revealing to them his very detailed and elaborate plan for world domination and they were hanging onto his every word. Liam and Ryder were looking at Logan like he was Superman come to live and they were about to defeat Lex Luthor. The adoration they had for him was unmistakable. With one last instruction the boys nodded their heads with the kind of focus and seriousness that only a life and death situation like this one required. With a mighty roar and armed to the teeth with a snowball in each hand, the three of them attacked.

Watching from the window, they were a spectacular sight. Three blonde heads, resembling each other so much, running around the winter wonderland that was the inn's front yard. Three blonde heads laughing and having fun. Being carefree and happy. I couldn't take my eyes away from them.

I felt my mom's arm going around my shoulders. "I never thought that I would say this, but honey, I think Logan is going be an amazing dad" She said softly in my ear.

I didn't realize I was crying, until I felt a lone tear going down my cheek. I laughed and brushed it off still looking at Logan and the two little boys. Without looking away I smiled and put my hands over my baby bump. "Yes, he will."

So? How did you like this one? I hope it was worth the wait at least a little bit. I'm going to try my very best not to make you wait an entire year (and more) for the next chapter. In fact I'm planning to get it out around New Year's, because that will be it's theme anyway. I'm really sorry I won't be able to make it a fast one, but I'm currently in the middle of studying for my state exam. I'm getting my bachelor's degree. Yayyy! And working on my masters at the same time. Double yayy!

Thanks again for sticking around! I look forward to reading your thoughts in the reviews. Have a lovely week everyone! :)