Gilmore Girls

Wu Feng Qi Lang

A/N: Sorry for the long delay. I didn't even realise how long it had been since I updated. I'm working a million hours a week and to tell the honest truth, the last thing I want to do when I get home is right. It doesn't help that I am having a huge block at the moment but I owe you guys something and once I start, I should get back into the groove. 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 Twelve: Sleeping Like A Baby

Logan walked through the streets of Paris carrying seven year old Georgia Hayden in his arms. She was getting heavier by the minute and he hoped his wife's apartment was nearby. The geography of that part of Paris wasn't yet familiar to him yet and in a way, he hoped it never would be. He wanted to get his wife home quick smart and start a family with her but he had a feeling it would take quite a bit of cajoling and wheedling to get her to come. (His wife's apartment. Not their Parisian apartment. His wife's apartment. That still stung).

"Ace, is G asleep?" he whispered, not wanting to wake the exhausted child if indeed she was. Rory, looking quite exhausted herself, took a step back and checked out her sister's face. Her slow, soft smile showed him everything he needed to know.

"Sleeping like a baby," she confirmed. "Is she getting heavy?"

"A little," he admitted with a slight grimace. He shifted her ever so slightly and she murmured something in her sleep. "Are we nearly home?"

"It's about a five-minute walk. Are you going to be okay? I can carry her for awhile if you want," Rory suggested. Logan gave her a quizzical disbelieving look.

"Ace, she's almost your size. You won't last three steps," he said, even though he knew it wasn't true. She had started off carrying her sister but as she got sleepier, she got heavier and eventually Logan had had to step in. "I can't believe she's so heavy. She looks so little."

"That's a Hayden for you," Rory grinned. She smoothed Gigi's hair and without breaking her stride, she slipped her arm around Logan and leaned ever-so-softly into his side as they continued the walk home. "She looks so sweet when she sleeps. Can I really give up knowing her or being a part of my life?"

"I don't know," Logan said. "I don't think you'll ever have too."

(But can you give up me? he wondered Georgia or him. Is that what it would come too)?

As if reading his thoughts Rory nuzzled her head into his shoulder and spoke. "If it came to choosing, I'd pick you. It wouldn't make me any better than my parents but how could I give you up?"

(Thank God).

-

"Just put her on the couch," Rory ordered as she unlocked the door. She pushed the door open and he scooted in and walked straight over to the couch where he gently placed the small child. She stirred and Logan sat on the coffee table so he could softly talk to her. Rory was watching as he said nonsense words to her and smoothed her hair. She muttered something and then quietly slipped back into her deep sleep. The whole scene filled her heart with tenderness, hope and something else a little darker and a little more crushing. She felt despair at all the things she would miss out on but her hope for the future soon overweighed that. She knew that she was looking at what could very well be her future with Logan. She knew one day they would have a daughter or five and maybe a son and that Logan would dote on them just as much as he doted on her little sister. But how she wished she could be a bigger part of Gigi's life. Yes, she was going to be a mother one day and all the feelings she felt would be bigger and more intense but Rory so badly wanted to be a part of her sister's life.

"I think she's going to stay asleep," Logan said, finally looking up. He met Rory's eyes and saw her cerulean blue's filling with tears. Her lashes were wet but the water made her eyes darker, vibrant. He stood up and made his way over and scooped her up into his arms. She hadn't even closed the door yet but neither of them paid it any mind. "Rory, what's wrong?"

"I want to be a part of her life so badly," she sputtered. "I don't want her to grow up without me. I want to be there when she reads her first novel and eats a whole can of cool-whip. I want to know her and be able to call her up whenever I want. I want her to know me and when we have children, I want her to be an aunty. I even want my children to know their grandparents. I don't want to know my mother anymore but our children should have to miss out on having grandparents."

Logan took no offense. He knew his own parents were too selfish and too obsessed with work (in his fathers case) and appearances (in is mothers case) to care about their son let alone their grandsons and granddaughters.

"Ror, there is no reason why you can't be a part of her life," Logan comforted her.

"But what if Lorelai feeds her up full of evil hateful anti-Rory propaganda?" Rory asked. "For years I thought that The Clash was the best band in the world and that the only way to eat vegetables was on top of pizza. I love vegetables and while I don't hate The Clash there are many other brilliant bands but my point is that Lorelai can convince you of anything. What if she convinces Gigi to hate me? I don't know why or what I did but she has made it pretty clear she hates me."

"Your mother doesn't hate you," Logan hissed. "She is an idiot and I do not understand her motives one bit but she doesn't hate you. She gave birth to you and for more than twenty years, you were all she had. She doesn't hate you. She should be dying without you. And as for G, she's a smart girl. She's a lot like you, I can tell, and she will make up her own mind, okay?"

"Okay," Rory sniffled. She wiped her face with the back of her sleeve and laughed slightly. "Sorry. I am such an idiot. I can't believe I'm crying like this."

(He hated that her mother still made her cry).

"You never have to apologise for crying," he told her. He looked up and saw Chris tentatively making his way up the stairs. "Hey Christopher."

"Hey Logan," Chris replied with a smile. He waited patiently at the door until Logan waved him in. Rory walked over to Gigi and softly shook her.

"Hey, baby," she whispered. "Daddy's come to take you home."

"I don't want to go home," she said grumpily. Chris walked over and kissed her on the forehead.

"Did you have fun, baby girl?" he asked. She nodded and yawned. "You have to come home now because Lorelai is waiting for you with a great big bubble bath."

(Something Lorelai never did for Rory. Funny that. They had always been so close but never had Lorelai run her daughter a bath).

"Can I at least come back another day?" she asked, sitting up and letting Rory help her into her cute little corduroy jacket.

"Sure, if it's okay with Rory and Logan," he agreed, looking at the two adults who both nodded eagerly. "Come on, kiddo. Let's go. Say thanks to Rory and Logan for having you."

"Thanks for having me!" she cried. The small group walked over to the door and Rory knelt down and opened her arms to the girl who eagerly hugged her big sister back.

"I hope you had fun," Rory said.

"I had the most funnest fun ever," she said with enthusiasm, albeit a little groggily.

"Next time you come over, we'll have a spa day, okay? And I'll paint your nails and we'll do your hair," Rory suggested.

"You can paint my nails too," Logan chimed in. Gigi rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue.

"Logan, boys don't get their nails painted," she huffed.

"Sorry," he said. He opened his arms and she gave him a hug. "It was good to see you, kiddo."

Christopher looked at his watch. "Come on, kitten. Let's go," he said. He smiled genuinely at his daughter and her husband. "Thanks for having her. Really. I can tell she enjoyed it."

"We enjoyed it too," Logan answered for his wife. She took a step backwards and he slipped his arms around her waist. Chris muttered one last goodbye and took Gigi by the hand. Rory and Logan stood and watched them go.

(They knew they'd see her again).

-

"Are you going to get that?" Logan murmured as the phone rang and rang and rang.

"Nope," she replied. She nuzzled further into her pillows. "Too tired. Machine will get it."

"It could be urgent," Logan retorted.

"If you care so much then you get it," she sighed. "Because I am not getting out of bed for anything."

"It's your house," Logan pointed out. Rory groaned and rolled away from him so close to the edge that she almost fell off. The phone stopped ringing and Rory waited for the answering machine to click in.

"Oh, crap," she said. "I thought it was taking forever. I forgot to plug it back in the other night."

"Which means if it's important, they'll keep ringing until you get out of bed," Logan reminded her. "What's more, why did you unplug it anyway?"

"I did it the other night so we could…sleep…without interruptions," she explained. They waited in silence for a while and then Rory yawned. "Logan, I don't think they're calling back. I'm going back to sleep. Feel free to pick it up if they do. Love you. Night."

"Night," he whispered. Rory rolled over onto her side and let Logan slip his arms around her. He kissed her hair and breathed in her flowery shampoo. (Oh, how he'd missed the smell of her hair. So much that he almost bought his own and washed his hair with it). She sighed contentedly as he pulled her closer to him and nestled his nose in her hair. It was so soft, so smooth, so silky. He heard her breathing getting heavier and more regular and he realised she was asleep. She had been exhausted and so was he.

(But they slept so much better when they were together).