Gilmore Girls

Wu Feng Qi Lang

A/N: Hey all. Sorry it's been so long. Many stresses and I just never seem to get the time to write anything but short snippets. Sorry!! Also, you may note the use of 'seriously' in the chapter. I said that long before Grey's Anatomy did so ha! Happy reading! Gen. xx

Summary: Rory doesn't want to do this anymore. (Creating Waves Without Wind.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls nor am I affiliated with it in anyway. I have taken the title from 'Falling Leaves' by Adeline Yen Mah.

Chapter Nine: The Father Speaks

"It is, I think, that we are all so alone in what lies deepest in our souls, so unable to find the words, and perhaps the courage to speak with unlocked hearts, that we don't know at all that it is the same with others."

Sheldon VanAuken. A Severe Mercy.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!!" Rory screamed as she launched herself into Logan's arms. He picked her up and swung her around and around and around and around until she squealed. He stopped swinging but refused to put her down, not that she was complaining. Her lips were all over his face, his neck, his face again but she had yet to kiss his lips and he was desperate. (Lips, hands and Logan all over).

"I'm going to put you down if you don't kiss me right now," he whispered huskily. She laughed and buried her head into his hair. She pulled away and kissed him quickly.

"That good enough?" she giggled.

"Nope. I'm putting you down now," he said. He gently dropped her to the ground and she grinned up at him.

"I am so glad you're here," she told him. She moved to stand next to him and laced her arm around him, dropping her head onto his shoulder.

"I'm pretty glad to be here too," he replied.

"Shall we get your stuff? I can't wait for you to see the apartment. It is beautiful," she said. "And then I want to take you to my favourite restaurant and my favourite café and all the places I like to go. I want you to see all my favourite places and meet everybody. It's going to be so much fun."

"I just can't wait to get you back to the States," he said. They walked over to a man who was pushing a cart full of luggage. He began to walk and Logan and Rory followed him out of the terminal and into the back of a shiny black limousine. (Living a life of privilege and luxury wasn't exactly hard work).

"About that," Rory started.

"About what?" Logan asked, settling in next to her. She smiled softly as he pulled her down and gently forced her head onto his shoulder.

"Going back to the States," she said, sort of uneasily.

"Rory, no," he automatically said.

"'Rory, no,' what?" she asked.

"Rory, no, you can't stay in Paris for any longer. I want you to come home. I need you to come home. I need to be with you. I miss you and I'm not even ashamed to say it. Besides, it's unnatural for a wife to be away from her husband especially when a mans wife is as irresistible as you and lets not forget, I'm irresistible too."

"Logan, I wasn't going to say I didn't want to come home," Rory said, a smile in her voice. "I was going to say I can't wait to get home and I thought that maybe we might like to try for a baby when we get home."

"Seriously?" he asked.

"Seriously," she replied. "We've been married for just over three years. It just seems like time. I'm twenty-five. I'm not getting any younger."

"Seriously?" he asked again. "A baby?"

"What do you think?" she asked, bouncing like an excited child. (Please say yes, she begged. Please say yes).

"I think that my Mrs. gets what she wants and if you want a baby, a baby you will have," he replied.

"Really?" she asked, her face beaming.

"Really," he replied. He leant down and kissed her. "How far away is home?"

"Why? Do you need to pee?" she asked.

"No, I was just wondering if it was far enough away to start for that kid now," he replied.

"I think it's just far enough away," she answered.

-

"Come on, let's go!" Rory yelled. She was standing impatiently at the front door. "Logan! I want to go now. I'm hungry. Let's eat."

(And not just hungry for food but the other hunger was one she would never fully satiate).

"I don't understand why you don't just have food in the house," he yelled back grumpily.

"Because I don't cook. You know that," she shot-back.

"I can cook but," Logan sighed. He made his way out of the bedroom and lazily walked to the front door. He leant down and kissed her. "I cook really, really well."

"Hmm," she murmured. "I know."

"Are you sure you don't just want to go and get some food and I'll cook for you?" he asked.

"I'm one-hundred percent sure. I love this restaurant and you are going to love it too," she said. "Now come on. You said your Mrs. gets what she wants and I want food and I want food from this restaurant and I want it now so let's go!"

"But technically you aren't my Mrs. because you didn't take my last name," he complained. (Right, because technically vows and a marriage certificate meant nothing).

"Oh, didn't I?" she asked. She grabbed her wallet from her coat pocket and fished out her license and showed it to him. Lorelai Leigh Huntzberger, it proclaimed.

"How did you do that?" he asked. "And it's official? It's legal?"

"Yes and yes. I made some phone calls and signed a few things. Grandma helped me," she said. "Now get your coat because I'm hungry."

"Fine," he said. "Just let me get my coat."

Rory kissed him once more before he went into the bedroom to get his coat. She opened the door and stopped just millimeters from slamming into someone carrying a bundle.

"Dad," she exclaimed. He took a step back and offered her a nervous smile.

(What was he doing here?)

"I was going to knock but then I heard voices," he shrugged. "I didn't want to interrupt you if you had company."

"Logan's here," she explained. "I'm, um, going back to the States in a few weeks and he just came here to help me pack and to spend my last few weeks with me here."

"You're going home?" he asked. The bundle on his shoulder started to cry and Rory noticed it was Lexie. She took the baby from her father and patted her back. Quickly she settled down and sleepily yawned. Christopher waited patiently while Rory calmed his youngest daughter down. (She was a natural).

"I'm going home because I did everything I came here to do," she answered. She was aware of Logan's presence in the room behind her and was thankful he was keeping his distance.

"I was hoping you and I might get to spend a little time together before you went," he explained.

"Dad, I don't know if that is such a good idea," she answered honestly.

"But Rory, you're my daughter. I love you and I hate what we've done to you," he replied.

"Dad, it's been three years since you and Mum left and not once did either of you try to contact me, not once did either of you keep me updated or tell me where you were or anything. I had to find out I had another sister by coming all the way over here and searching for you in ever nook and cranny. I, Dad, have done all the work in this relationship and now I'm done. I'm over, I'm finished," she said. Chris looked crestfallen and it was all Rory could do to not break down in tears and pull her father into a hug and apologise but she was strong. "Dad, how long has it been since I came to dinner at your house and you haven't even contacted me since then? Forgive me if I'm a little wary at you turning up here now."

(Forgive me if I'm a little wary of you forever).

"Rory, I'm sorry but it hasn't been easy. Not seeing you, not contacting you, it hasn't been easy and it took guts. The only reason I haven't contacted you is because I was scared you wouldn't want to see me or you wouldn't want to hear from me," he said.

"Well, you're wrong. I did want to hear from you. I wanted to hear from you so badly but more than that, I wanted to hear from my mum. How do you think it made me feel, makes me feel knowing that I wasn't enough for you? That you had to move away because you didn't want me to taint your new family? How do you think it made me feel that you didn't want me to be a part of your lives anymore? Dad, seriously, did you ever think about me or did you only even think about yourselves? Because if you had thought about me for one second, you wouldn't be here right now. You would know that I had made my peace when I came to your house and that I had said goodbye to Lorelai. You would know that coming here today was a big mistake."

"Rory," he said. (The way he said her name, the way her father said her name, was enough to make her heart break. He was dying but she had been dead and honestly, she wanted him to suffer more than she wanted to make him better).

"No, Dad. It's not that I don't love you, it's that I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Either of you. I would love to stay in contact with my sisters because they are my family and they haven't hurt me but honestly, I don't want anything to do with you and Lorelai ever. I can't forgive this," she said. "You abandoned me."

"I didn't want too," he said.

"But you did, Dad, you did. You weren't strong enough to say no to Lorelai and you weren't brave enough to contact me and now you have to live with it. Be a man, Dad. Grow up. Do something for yourself for once," she said. She handed her sister back to her father. "Don't let Lorelai dominate you."

(He was a good guy, her father, but he made terrible choices).

"Rory?" Logan butted in. Rory sighed gratefully and leant against him. "Didn't we have reservations?"

"Yeah, we do. You remember my father, don't you?" she asked. Logan nodded curtly but he didn't offer Christopher his hand. "He was just leaving."

"You know where to find me," Christopher sighed, resignedly.

"I do," Rory replied. (No thanks to anybody else).

He offered her a watery smile and Rory could see the well of tears that had grown in his eyes. Her stomach stirred but she didn't move. Christopher came close and kissed her twice on each cheek.

"I love you, kid, and for what its worth, I'm sorry," he said. He turned away and walked down the hallway towards the ancient lift. He became aware of footsteps behind him and he turned around in hope but instead of his daughter, he found his son-in-law.

"You never fought for her," he said. "You just accepted everything but you never fought for her. Don't make that same mistake again."

"Why are you helping me?" Chris asked.

"Because I can tell you genuinely love her and your genuinely sorry and Rory loves you too and she's itching to forgive you. she wants to be a part of your life but pride just wont let her admit it," Logan explained. "I just want Rory to be happy."

"You really love her, don't you?" Christopher asked. "You aren't even discreet about it."

"Why would I be?" he asked. (How could you be?)

"You say this like you have experience," he said.

"I had to fight to get Rory to love me," he explained. "But I did it and now we are unbreakable. I think if you play your cards right, you can do it too."

"Thank you," Chris said. he opened the door of the lift. "Take care of her, Logan."

"Don't worry. I will," Logan said. "Better than anybody else could. Better than you did."

-

"What was that all about?" Rory asked when Logan returned.

"Just wanted a quick word, man-to-man," he explained. "Are you ready for dinner?"

"I was ready for dinner about an hour ago," Rory groaned. "You wanted to continue work on that baby."

"I cant help it. I'm a man obsessed," he joked. "And you are the object of my obsession."

"Hey, we have a lot in common. I'm the object of my obsession too," Rory grinned. She laced her arm around him and they began to walk towards the lift.

(She felt happy, complete).

-

"You know it took courage for your dad to show up today," Logan said, later then when they were home.

"I know it did."

"And believe me, I know from experience that it isn't easy coming to talk to you," he continued.

"Why don't you get to the point?" Rory asked.

"My point is that maybe you should give him a chance because its possible you feel the same way as him," he said. "That once you get past the anger and the hurt, you want to be a part of his life too."

"I guess you're right," Rory sighed.

(He knew her so well).