I would like to say that I have gotten a review saying Logan and Rory are out of character. You may see this review on the reviews page. In my opinion they are not out of character. In the review one of the examples is Rory would never say yes to Logan like that, but if you think about it, Rory loves Logan; Logan loves Rory and the rest is history. Also, the fact that Logan asked if it was his baby was sort-of realistic, Rory was telling him over the phone and she was a little upset-like, the questioning was Logan's way of dealing with the news! I will not take any reviews like that personally, although most state that you like my writing, the ones that are otherwise can be expected. Thanks so much and I hope you enjoy chapter two.

Chapter two

The apartment was empty, sad. Whenever Logan was gone it seemed to grow many times its original size. There where no voice mails, the dishes where cleaned, and laundry completed. I guess it was time I looked.

Getting the small black box out of the drawer wasn't the problem. The problem was opening it and taking a look at the ring. I knew it would be beautiful, Logan had taste like that, but it seemed so wrong to look when he wasn't there.

Time was ticking by. I wished over and over that he would just walk through the door, but it wasn't possible his plane wasn't going to land for six more hours. Before I got into bed I knew sleep wasn't going to come easily. Why was I so nervous to have him come home? Shouldn't I be excited?

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"Ace," his soft skin brushed the hair away from my face which was buried in the pillow.

"Logan," I mumbled against the soft cotton. I was dreaming, but it was one of those dreams that seem so great, until you wake up, that's when the heartbreak returns.

"Ace, you need to get up, if you don't your not going to sleep tonight." He was right, the angel of my dreams, but the bed was so warm-but not too warm, and the sheets so soft. Suddenly, and without warning I was being lifted, could the dream get any better?

I couldn't help it. I woke up, but I woke to find that I was in his arms. The dream wasn't a dream but reality.

"Hey," he said perfectly calm; relaxed.

"You're back!" I smiled. He set me on my feet and carefully took my face in his hands. The kiss wasn't like any other kiss, it was soft but full of aggression and happiness. The kiss was sweet and heart filling; it was perfect.

"I missed you," He said pulling his face only inches from mine.

"Same here," I brushed my lips softly against his.

I awoke with the sun on my face; it went right through my eyelids in a shade of red. I moved my hand across the sheets without opening my eyes. Nothing.

"Logan?" I called my eyes flashing open.

"Shhhh," he said taking my hand after entering from the closet.

"What time is it?"

"Ten,"

"Ten! I have class. Why didn't you wake me?"

"Its Saturday,"

"Oh," was it supposed to be awkward now that he was back? I sunk down into the pillows.

"Ace? Is something wrong?"

"No, not at all," he knew I was lying just as well as I.

"You're not wearing the ring?!"

"No, I- I didn't look at it, it didn't feel right."

"What do you mean?" Uh-oh, I was hurting his feelings, wasn't i?

"I want to marry you, and although the proposal didn't seem very formal or like you, I stand by what I said- I will marry you."

"So," He paused "would it be rude of me to ask why you're not wearing the ring?"

"Logan, I just, I want," Finishing this sentence may as well be impossible.

"What? What is it you want?"

"I want you to give me the ring." To my surprise he smiled. Then without warning pulled me off the bed.

"Then we'll do this your way." Opening the top drawer he pulled out the familiar black box and knelt down on one knee.

"Lorelai Lee Gilmore, I promise-no I swear, to be here to love you and care for you always, will you marry me."

"Yes," I wanted to say so much to him, but 'yes' was all I could get out. He gently pulled out my hand and slid the ring onto the third finger of my left hand- where it would stay forever.

"Thank you," he murmured

"Thank you?" I questioned him, "okay?"

"If you where me, you'd understand."

"Would I? Hmm,"

"Yes, you would." He gently took my face in his hands, and kissed me, once again, it was wonderful. And I was now officially at home.

AUTHORS NOTE PLEASE READ! I WASN'T POSITIVE ON THE SPELLING OF RORY'S MIDDLE NAME, IF I HAVE IT WRONG PLEASE STATE SO IN A REVIEW. THANKS!

Also, I am not really a huge fan of chapter two, but if I didn't write it, well I wouldn't be able to write chapter three; and I think chapter three will be pretty enjoyable. :P