An Easter update! Sorry this took so long. On the bright side, you are getting two stories in one. The downside: it takes forever and a day to write, as I'm sure you've all noticed. Sorry, sorry, sorry! Hope you enjoy! Please review, you'll make my day!!

Love,

The Easter Bunny

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.

It had been fourteen days since Rory and Logan's reconciliation romp and the following three days were spent in the same fashion. However, Rory being the practical person she was couldn't stand that the itinerary she scribbled on fancy hotel stationary was left unused on the Victorian-style nightstand, mocking her. It especially bothered her since she didn't know how long Logan was planning to stay in Paris.

The list was her safety net, attainable goals for her stay in Paris. She finally insisted that she and Logan take in some of the sights, though soon she decided to leave the list at 'home', realizing that Logan was, in fact, once again her safety net. The trust and love between them was mutually restored.

The couple fell into a comfortable rhythm. During the day, they acted like a complete love-struck couple wandering around the City of Love; they enjoyed leisurely afternoon lunches or romantic dinners and steamy sex in the evening. It was everything Rory always wanted and she could definitely get used to this life with him. Even though she loved him, she couldn't get rid of a wave of doubt that crashed over her once every so often. It was as if she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Tonight the couple had stumbled upon a sticky French bar, which reminded Logan of the pub he last visited in London, the night of the almost cheating. It reminded him of how depressed he was that night, how drunk and how envious he was of the couple making out in the corner of the room. The couple that didn't care that their drinks needed refreshing, that the other patrons had long gone home, that the tables around them were cleared for the night and that the music was stopped.

That feeling had left him over the course of the last few weeks, but tonight especially. Here he was, in Paris, at a sticky bar, drinking the promised PS I Love You cocktails with Rory.

'To us,' Rory exclaimed delightedly as she clinked her cocktail glass with Logan's.

'To us,' he replied smiling.

Rory took a long swig of her drink as Logan looked on.

'Good?'

'Delicious,' she replied with a devilish smirk before leaning in to kiss him. As she pulled back, she noticed the skinny, mod-looking bartender was eyeing them.

'Babe, what do you think his problem is?' she asked Logan, jerking her head in the direction of the possible stalker bartender.

Logan turned around to get a better look. He couldn't see, as the man had now turned his back on the couple.

'I don't know, Ace,' he shrugged, before leaning in once more, 'Let's give him something to look at.'

"Oh my god," Colin said exasperated, "Logan, could you remove your lips from Rory's neck for one minute so we could decide where we will be spending our last weekend of partying before summer break!"

"Give 'em a break, mate," Finn laughed, "They are young, beautiful and in love. Much like me and my love," he said, winking at Lane.

"Exactly," Lane laughed at Colin as she linked her arm around Finn, leaning in for a kiss.

"Don't you to start, now!" he warned.

"God, Colin," Stephanie said irritated, "Don't be such a stick in the mud. Just admit you are jealous!" she glared at him, raising her perfectly plucked eyebrow. The couple was on another one of its infamous breaks, resulting in an awkward tension.

"I'm not," he replied, crossing his arms sternly over his chest.

"Please," Rory and Logan snorted at the same time. Even though engaged in other activities both had the ability to stay involved with the current happenings in the group.

"I'm not," Colin repeated, sounding slightly less sure this time.

"Keep telling yourself that, Colin," Logan said sarcastically as he let go of Rory. She quickly ran a hand through her hair, shooting Logan a quick smile. Her self-consciousness never left her completely.

It was always the same old song and dance. Colin and Stephanie flirted and teased each other relentlessly; however, neither one dared take the first step, until conspicuous amounts of alcohol was consumed. They'd fall drunkenly in love, but to actually be in a relationship seemed far too complicated in the morning light. And so, they'd fool around for a few weeks until one of them, or both screwed it up again. In this instance, it was Colin whom shared a meal and a kiss with Kirsten Andersson, a bombshell Swedish exchange student, adding another chapter in the already epic saga of Stephanie and Colin.

"Whatever," Stephanie sighed, "Can we just decide what we're going to do tonight?"

"The Pub?" Logan suggested with a shrug. He really didn't feel like hanging out at the college pub. He and Rory rarely went there as the Crew of Blondes kept a firm eye on Logan all night. Rory really hated being the clingy girlfriend, but on such nights she had to be.

"Nah," Finn shook his head. "Been there, done that, mates. How about The Mist?" He was referring to a new club, exclusively for the Upper Crust, but his proposal was met with little enthusiasm.

The six of them shared a moment of silent contemplation. "Oh, I know!" Lane exclaimed suddenly, "Why not go bowling? We haven't bowled in ages!"

"Yeah, because we aren't ten year olds," Stephanie and Colin scoffed in unison, causing an exchanged of looks between Lane and Finn and Logan and Rory. It was so obvious that they were meant to be together.

"Well," Rory shot Stephanie a pointed look, "I think it'd be fun."

"Me, too," Logan added with a nod of his head.

"Of course you do," Colin rolled his eyes, "Look; I just want to get drunk, like we do every weekend."

"Drinking and dancing," Stephanie continued, "that's what Friday's are for."

Lane let out a loud laugh, "Well now, here's a crazy idea," she started, catching the attention of the group, "Why don't you and Colin just go out, while we put on our bowling shoes?"

Stephanie glared at Colin for a moment; thinking about the offer. "The Mist, you are buying," she said firmly as she got up and brushed passed him, "I'll be ready in 15 minutes."

Rory and Lane exchanged a knowing look. In Stephanie's world, forcing Colin to buy the drinks was so much as forgiveness.

After a handful of drinks all conversation between the pair halted as they were now engaged in an intense make-out session, with Rory semi-straddling Logan and his hands running up and down her back.

'Excuse me, madame et monsieur...'

Logan felt a tap on his shoulder, causing him to break the trail of kisses he was busy running up and down Rory's neck. He whipped his head around to see who the rude intruder was as Rory slid off Logan and back into her own seat. She shot him a soft smile, but didn't bother to fix her hair. She was in love and didn't care who saw.

'Yous are an adorable couple,' the good-looking bartender spoke in broken-English, letting his eyes linger on Logan.

Rory stifled a laugh as she realized that she hadn't been the one the bartender had been checking out.

'Thank-you,' Rory smiled.

'Is there a problem?' Logan asked, shooting a confused glance at Rory – he thought that she thought the bartender was a creep!

'Non, non, monsieur,' the bartender was quick to apologize, 'It's just – how do you say – time for closing!'

He laughed nervously, 'For me, you could stay all night, but le chéf…' he raised his hands in defeat, hoping that his incredibly good-looking guests would understand.

'Oh,' Rory and Logan said in unison as they quickly scanned the room, and indeed, all the tables around them were cleared for the night, the bar was empty, except for them and the contemporary jazz tunes had stopped playing completely.

'We are so sorry,' Rory said quickly, grabbing her purse and getting up.

The bartender zeroed in on the hickey gracing her neck and mumbled something in French. 'It's okay,' he said as his lips curled into a catty smile. Rory self-consciously put her hand on her neck, covering up the mark Logan left as he quickly grabbed his wallet and pulled out a few bills. He hated being forced to leave; however, he understood that it wasn't the flamboyant bartender's fault.

'Yes, terribly sorry,' he nodded as he handed a fistful of bills to the bartender.

'It is no problem, monsieur,' he smiled at Logan, 'Maybe… you come tomorrow?' he asked hopefully, causing Rory to break-out in a huge smile and Logan to shoot her another confused look.

Logan shrugged as he helped Rory with her coat. He felt the man's eyes burn on his back and decided that verbal recognition was required.

'Maybe,' he said with a soft smile.

'Bien,' the bartender nodded happily and he opened the door for the pair. 'Au revoir,' he called out after them as they stepped in to the brisk Paris evening.

'What was that all about?' Logan asked as soon as they were out of ear shot, 'I thought you didn't like the guy.'

Rory let out a long loud laugh.

'What?'

'This just proves that Paris truly, really, honestly is the City of Love,' she declared, looping her arm around Logan's waist.

'You are drunk,' Logan said, looking down at Rory, smirking.

'Maybe so,' Rory laughed, 'but I'm right!' She looked up at him, meeting his gaze.

'Okay,' Logan grinned, 'And why is that?'

'Because,' Rory drew out using her duh-voice, 'Pierre likes you! Like, like-likes.'

'Like, like-likes,' Logan mocked her, 'Care to elaborate?' He felt her nod against his chest, as the continued walking back to the hotel.

'First,' she said seriously, 'there was the looking, then the lingering, the vague complimenting and the touching…'

Logan shot her an unconvincing look, so she continued, 'And, if that wasn't enough for you - I'm pretty sure he called me a 'dumb slut' in French,' and she pointed to her hickey, 'But we didn't cover bad-language at Chilton. Can you believe that, I mean, sky-high tuitions and I can't even swear in French! I can say "You have a cute puppy" but I can't….'

He laughed at her little rant, 'So, what you are trying to say is that French men dig me and that you want to chew them out for that?"

She looked up at him again, coyly, 'What's wrong with that?'

'Nothing,' he gently kissed her nose, 'You're cute.'

'You're not so bad yourself,' she replied.

'I know,' he quipped, 'Pierre told me!'

Finn, Lane, Rory and Logan entered the small, low-key bowling alley. Rory enjoyed evenings like this. As much as she liked going out, dancing and drinking the night away, she craved relaxed, casual moments like this. A simple dinner with Logan or a double-date with Finn and Lane was what she needed to balance out the increasing responsibilities of Society Life. If her either one of her grandmothers hammered her again about her inauguration at the DAR she would seriously blow a gasket.

"We are just going to get some nachos,' Rory said, linking her arm with Lane's, "Got to have the melted cheesy goodness," Lane clarified with a smile. "You guys want anything?" Rory asked, as somewhat of an afterthought.

"Beer," Logan chuckled as he fished a fifty dollar bill from his back pocket and handed it to Rory.

"I've got it, babe," Rory waved his offer away.

"Ace," Logan sighed, holding out the money. One couldn't deny how much of a gentleman Logan Huntzberger truly was.

"Oh, whatever," she laughed, grabbing the bill, "If you insist." She shot him a coy smile.

"I do," Logan said, matching her smile.

"I know," Rory replied and pressed a quick kiss on his lips. She enjoyed their little bit. They had been going out for about a year now and it never tired. Truthfully, she loved the way he treated her. Even though they were destined to be together and the engagement Rory pushed to the back of her mind was inching closer, he still did his best to court her.

"You two really are a cute couple, mate," Finn sighed as he and Logan watched Rory and Lane make their way to the concession stand.

"You and Laney aren't too bad yourselves," Logan laughed, "What's it been, like, five years?"

"Three hundred and seventy-two days," he said seriously, "but really who's counting?"

Later, all the love between the couples seemed to vanish as Rory and Lane decided it would be fun to engage in a good old-fashioned battle of the sexes.

"Strike, strike, strike," Lane whispered to her sparkly green bowling ball. "Give momma a strike," she whispered one more time before lining up and throwing her ball in the direction of the white pins.

"I can't bear to look," she cried dramatically, turning her back to the lane as the ball inched its way towards the pins. "What's the verdict, Rory?" she asked.

"Ouch," she said, scrunching up her face. "Gutter ball…. Whose idea was the battle of sexes anyway?"

"Yours," Logan laughed happily, as he placed a kiss on the top of her head before grabbing his slick black bowling ball. "Watch and learn, ladies."

Rory and Lane both let out a small laugh and rolled their eyes as Logan exaggerated his 'bowling moves'. Just as he positioned himself squarely in front of the lane and swung the bowling ball a few times, for practice, a loud, obnoxious mixed ringing broke his concentration.

"Damn it!" Finn exclaimed, as he pounded his fist on the table. "Mate, it's you," Finn said, handing over the phone to his friend.

Meanwhile, Rory recognized the second ringing as her own.

"100 bucks says Colin is calling you," Rory told Logan, sighing as she shook her head. "Why can't they fix their own problems?"

"Because," Logan laughed, "They like to share the pain!"

Rory and Lane shared a laugh, before Rory picked up the phone, "Hey Steph, what's wrong?"

Logan waited, before answering Colin, to read Rory's face. He could tell if it was going to be a pleasant conversation by her expression. Sighing a breath of relief, as Rory was smiling, Logan picked up. "Colin, man, what's up?"

'So,' Logan said, putting his coffee mug down, 'We are not going back to that bar, are we? As much as I like being ogled by French men, I'd rather stick with you…"

"You like being ogled by French men?" Rory smirked, mocking him.

"It's the accent," Logan shrugged casually. "Gets me every time," he laughed, letting out a girlish sigh.

"I see," Rory nodded, "I think I have to rethink my strategy… Bring the ugly back….I don't want to lose you to a French man."

"Excuse me?" Logan asked taking mock-offence, "Bring back the ugly?"

They shared a laugh as they enjoyed one of their afternoon lunches on an outside terrace in the city. It was this comfortable banter that Rory loved. She knew Logan loved it, too and it was this feeling that made her never want to set foot in Hartford again. A mixture of Britney Spears' Womanizer and the cliché Nokia ringtone brought Hartford back to their lives faster than either of them cared to acknowledge.

Rory and Logan both stole a glance at their cell phones.

"It's Stephanie," Rory said with a shrug as Logan nodded in reply, "Colin here."

"It must be serious, then," Rory said before picking up, 'Steph, hey,"

A moment later she let out an enthusiastic squeal followed by a loud 'Oh my God, congratulations!'

By the expression on Logan's face, she could tell that Colin was wrapped up in a long, rambling nervous rant. Rory decided to let Logan in on what was going on. She covered the mouthpiece.

'She's pregnant,' she mouthed to Logan.

He nodded not-all-too surprised before directing himself to Colin, "So, is this good or bad?"

It was another Friday night and Logan and Rory decided to stay in, order Chinese Food and watch movies. Finn and Lane went to Eighties Cover Night at The Pub, while Stephanie and Colin were a full-blown couple once again and chose to spend two week anniversary at The Mist.

The couple relished the fact they had the house to themselves for the evening; however, once again a loud electronic buzzing disturbed their peace.

"This has to be a new Stephanie-Colin record," Logan said slightly irritated, as Rory paused the movie and quickly dug around in her bag, in search of her phone.

"It's Grandma," she frowned looking at the display.

"Emily or Francine?" Logan asked, though he really knew it didn't make a difference as both elderly women were bad, especially when calling on a Friday night.

"Emily," Rory sighed, letting her phone rest in her hand.

"You've got to pick up, Ace," Logan sighed, "A passive-aggressive voicemail is worse," he reminded her.

She laughed as she remembered the last time Emily left a message on her phone. Logan was right.

"Grandma, hi," she picked up, "How are you?"

Logan watched as Rory's face scrunched up as she most likely was receiving a verbal lashing from her grandmother. Probably about how disrespectful and unladylike it is to leave the phone to ring seven, or eight times.

"Yes, Grandma" Rory nodded, "We'll be over shortly."

"What?" Logan asked eyes widened.

"Engagement stuff," Rory said, with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh," Logan replied flatly, as he realized that reality was catching up to them fast.

'Can you believe it?' Rory said, cutting into her steak hours later, 'Here we are, all the way in Paris and still our friends track us down for pep-talks and chitchat…."

Logan laughed, "Yes, why is that?"

Rory ate in silent contemplation for a few moments, before answering Logan's question.

"Because," she took a sip of her red wine, "Even though we struggle figuring out our own problems, we have an overflow of solutions for them. Always have, babe," she shrugged causally.

Logan shot her a warm smile. "Remarkable skills, you have there, Dr. Phil,' he said jokingly and gently intertwined her hand with his

"God," Rory sighed, before taking another sip of her wine. "Stephanie is pregnant. I mean, how?" she continued in bewilderment, "She was the girl who vowed to never marry Colin, have a career as the next big designer and have cats instead of kids!"

"Well, Ace," Logan smirked, "When a man and a woman…"

Rory rolled her eyes and swatted him with her napkin playfully, "I know how that happens…."

"I know you know," Logan winked, causing her to blush, though she chose to ignore it. Tonight was not a night for innuendos and flirty behavior.

'Anyway,' she smiled at his grin, "I'm sure Colin will be fine once it all sinks in….'

'I hope,' Logan said sincerely, "It's going to change everything for them, you know!"

"Yeah," Rory sighed, "The McCrea's and the Vanderbilt's probably want them to get married and move out of their apartment and into a grand mansion."

"Are you kidding me?" Logan laughed, taking a roll from the bread basket, "They probably ran the engagement announcement in this morning's paper!"

Rory's eyes widened as it was probably true, "Nothing says love like a fabricated wedding out of the books from the DAR-ladies,"

Logan caught certain sadness in Rory's eyes as that was exactly the wedding she had gotten. Rory shook her head in disgust, 'Maybe they'll just elope," she sighed wistfully.

"Nah," Logan waved her suggestion away, "Remember the backlash Finn and Lane got?"

Rory nodded at the thought, as she remember just how badly Society reacted upon hearing that the beloved Finn and Lane had eloped.

'God,' Rory ran a hand through her hair, "I feel so bad for them,"

"I know, Ace," Logan rubbed her hand.

"They can't even enjoy it, you know," she started off on her rant, "now they have to get married – they don't have a choice – and everyone is going to be so involved with the baby!"

"I know, Ace," Logan said soothingly. He wasn't sure what to say, but it seemed to be working.

"It'll be like that for us, too, Logan," Rory said softly, "Emily is probably picking out the baby shower invitations as we speak…."

Logan remained silent for a moment. They had talked about having kids before, but that was before they had gotten married and before Logan had started at HPG in earnest.

"It doesn't have to be like that," he said finally.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, Ace…" He shot her a small smile, "But I don't want it to be like that for us."

He shook his head, as he honestly didn't know how he could make it different for them, but he was sure about one thing and that was to never put Rory in a situation in which she was uncomfortable again.

"We'll figure it out," he said with certain determination in his tone.

Rory inhaled deeply. The extent to which their relationship had changed was really remarkable. Three weeks ago Logan had been a complete stranger to her, a person she did not know, did not love and could not trust. To her, though, that was a chapter in her life that was closed. Brighter times lie ahead, she reasoned, reflecting on how wonderfully Logan wooed her once again. She trusted completely when she said that he would figure the baby issue out.

'Well, would you look at us?' she sighed, once again lacing her hands in his, 'Talking about babies and escape routes…."

Logan heard the weightiness in her tone. He knew exactly that she was referring to the great progression in their relationship.

"Who would have thought, huh, Ace?"

Logan and Rory entered the grand Gilmore mansion shocked to find all three families sitting on Emily's uncomfortable couches, all clenching an alcoholic beverage of some sort.

"Mom," Rory said firmly, but pleasantly, "I didn't know Grandma invited you to this shindig,"

"I didn't know either," she replied, through a tight smile, matching her daughters' tone.

"Well," Logan laughed, shaking Chris' hand, "At least we are all here." He spoke in the same tone as Rory. It was all part of the Society Mask Lorelai and Chris taught them to master. The Elders were easily fooled, and it provided some entertainment for those in the know. Silently mocking was sometimes better than outright, in your face teasing.

"Exactly," Richard said, handing Rory and Logan their drinks, "It was very important the families are here tonight, and we are thrilled everyone was able to make it on such short notice."

"Of course," Francine said, sipping her martini, "Really, anything for the children."

"Yes," Mitchum nodded, "We really have to complement you both." He caught the confused looks on both their faces. "You seem to be so in love," he clarified.

Rory and Logan quickly glanced at each other, both not knowing whether they should be offended or simply respond with a courteous nod. Rory chose for the latter, while Logan shot his father a disapproving glare.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he spoke with apparent anger in his tone, "Seem". It's not a show, Dad. We are in love. I love Rory," he protectively placed his hand on her knee and squeezed his gently. She comfortingly put her hand on top of his and squeezed it in support.

"My," Mitchum laughed condescendingly, "No need to get so protective, son."

Logan was swallowed, displaying great self-control in not replying to his father. The Gilmore mansion, in front of both their families was not the place to engage in verbal combat with his father.

"Precisely," Straub spoke slowly, somewhat breaking the tension. "We are delighted you two are in love, and in no way to we doubt that it is real."

"Okay," Rory said, slightly unsure as to why Mitchum and Straub were telling them this. "So, why are we here?"

"Well," Lorelai said, speaking the first time for that evening, "It seems that Grandma and Shira made a boo-boo…" She couldn't help but grin as she spoke.

"It's not a 'boo-boo'," Emily said, shooting a demeaning look at her own daughter. She shifted in her chair, directing herself to the young couple, 'Eighteen months is far too short to be engaged…"

"Yes," Shira interjected, 'Tongues at the club would be wagging. An eighteen month engagement would be like a shot-gun wedding!" she exclaimed.

Lorelai and Chris shared a look, just like Rory and Logan.

"Oh, don't worry, dear," Emily continued, practically glowing, "The wedding day will still be the same. We are just moving the engagement up a bit."

"Wonderful," Rory said sarcastically.

"It'll run in the papers on Monday," Mitchum said, "But Emily and Shira are generous enough to take all the calls of well-wishers and gifts. Like we agreed on, they will arrange everything. Your presence is simply required at the engagement party in two weeks."

Logan and Rory quickly stole another look. Neither was shocked as it was customary for the elders to intervene with their lives. Truthfully, it didn't really matter the engagement was moved forward six months. They knew it was inevitable and they we in love. At least they didn't have to deal with all the hassle. Emily and Shira were responsible for that; all they needed to do was show up. And so, they agreed, once again, relenting to their destiny.

"Wonderful," Shira, Francine and Emily exclaimed in excitement. "Then it is time you have this," Shira proclaimed importantly as she presented Logan with a small box.

"What's this?" Logan asked, as he held the blue velvety box in his hands. He assumed it was an engagement ring; however, if his parents assumed he was going to give Rory a gaudy Huntzberger heirloom, they were mistaken as he already had his eye on a ring at Tiffany's.

"Why don't you open it?" Emily suggested.

"Ace," Logan said, shooting her an apologetic smile as he handed her the box, "Why don't you open it?" He sensed she knew what the box contained and for that he was truly sorry. He wanted their engagement to be something special and not something that was forced by Society time schedules and their families prying eyes.

"Okay," Rory nodded, opening the box and revealing a giant, crystal round flower ring. It was honestly one of the most pretentious 'look-at-me' rings she had ever witnessed, even though she knew it was a Huntzberger heirloom and probably worth millions.

"It's lovely," she managed, using her politest Society tone, causing her mother to snort.

"Well," Shira rubbed her bony hands in anticipation, "I'm pleased you like it, dear. It's been in the Huntzberger family for generations…"

Rory nodded as she continued, "Logan, is there anything you want to say to Rory?"

He shot his mother a tight smile. There were so many things he wanted to say, like how this was the crappiest engagement ever, that this was not the way he was planning to propose to Rory, that it was supposed to be private, with a simple, yet stunning ring….. Nevertheless, he knew he couldn't get his way tonight and he would have to suck it up and conform to his family's rules.

He turned to Rory, softening his features and letting her know that this certainly was not the way he planned it.

"Rory Hayden, the most beautiful girl in the world, will you marry me?" He squirmed in his seat at the cheesiness of his proposal, as he heard the delighted oohs and aahs coming from his mother and grandmothers-in-law.

Rory played along. "Yes," she said, smiling at him, as she allowed him to slide the hideous ring on her finger. Instead of a kiss, they hugged and Logan whispered in her ear, 'I'm so sorry."

For the second time that day, Rory's cell phone caused Hartford to crash smack-dab in the middle of the peaceful, pleasant bubble Logan and Rory had created for themselves in Europe.

"Twenty bucks says it's Stephanie," Logan said lightly as he pressed pause on the remote.

"Twenty-one bucks says it's Grandma," Rory replied, reaching for her bag as the electronic sounds coming from her cell phone increased in volume.

"Emily?"

"Yes," Rory nodded conformingly, "Probably wants to get an ETA on our baby now that Steph is knocked up…"

Logan rolled his eyes, knowing that Rory was probably right.

She pulled her phone from the bottom of her tote and grinned triumphantly as she looked at the display.

"Pay up, mister," she chuckled, before picking up. "Grandma, hi," she said happily into the phone.

"Oh no," Rory swallowed hard as a deep worry-wrinkle appeared on her forehead. "Oh my god! What happened?"

Logan shot her a concerned look as he watched her eyes dart around the room nervously as she listened to Emily.

"Do you think…?" Rory asked, nervously, but quickly broke off her question. Either Emily cut her off, or she decided that she couldn't go through with her question. Logan couldn't decide which and that worried him.

"No, no," Rory said seriously, "We'll be there tomorrow."

Logan looked at her in genuine confusion, wondering what could ever be so important to deliberately pop their bubble. They had just talked to Stephanie and Colin this afternoon and they did not mention anything remarkable, except of course their pregnancy, but that was by no means something Rory and Logan needed to rush home for.

"Give him our love, Grandma," Rory said softly, before hanging up. She rested her chin on her hand and looked as though she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.

"What is it, Ace?" Logan asked concerned. She remained quiet for a few moments, caught up in the news as she wondered what to say.

"Ace?" Logan repeated his question, more forcefully now. He was astonished as to how quickly the mood changed.

Rory lifted her head, meeting his gaze. "Uh," she started off shakily as her voice started to crack, "We need to go back to Hartford,"

"Okay," Logan said with a doubt, as he realized the situation was far graver than he had imagined. He got up and embraced her as she started to cry.

"It's Mitchum," she whispered and Logan knew enough.

Their bubble was popped. The inevitable had happened and Mitchum Huntzberger had royally disturbed their lives once again. As Mitchum's life was hanging by a thread, Logan and Rory rushed to pack up their belongings and headed back to Hartford, dreading their return to Society.

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