So, it's not just an epilogue. I toyed with the idea, but just couldn't do it. Your reviews made it clear that you wanted me to continue and I didn't want to say goodbye just yet. It may be a little rough, since I had to come back to this, but here it is! Hope you like!

Disclaimer: I don't own GG.

Logan pulled into the garage of their Hartford mansion, turned off the car and pulled the key out of the ignition.

He turned to face Rory, who was still babbling on about Miss Patti's Sugar Cookie Day dance celebration, and a soft smile appeared on his face. She was so wrapped up in her stories that she had failed to notice they'd left the idyllic scene miles ago and had crossed back into the shady society setting of Hartford.

Even though they had made the decision to pack up and move out, Logan knew it wasn't over. In many ways, it was just the beginning. He doubted they'd ever be able to completely shed their society image, since they'd be the wealthiest members of their new community. Aside from that, he knew from experience that gossip travelled fast and far. As soon as the socialites found out about the Huntzberger's plans to move, they would fall victim to the most malicious gossip they'd ever had to endure, Logan knew that much was certain.

And still, as these dark thoughts materialized in his mind, Rory seemed blissfully obvious. Or, perhaps she was aware of the hardships yet to come, but the hope their new life in Stars Hallow gave them, was enough to not to care.

There was happy in her eyes, her lips curved in a sensuous smile as she continued to speak animatedly.

Logan just watched her for a few moments; she was beautiful.

He took her gesticulating hands in his and pulled her closer. Her story faded into his kiss, which she deepened quickly. Rory wrapped her arms around his neck and she continued to place a trail of sloppy kisses from his lips down his neck. He had practically pulled her over the center console, but he didn't want to seal the start of their new life with random and uncomfortable car sex. He gently took over control over their make-out session by brushing his thumb against her cheek, which slowed down her pace considerably.

He pressed a few short kisses on her lips before pulling away and Rory whimpered at the loss of contact.

"Logan?"

He smirked at her puzzled expression – after all these years she certainly knew how to get him to want her. His body twitched in anticipation; he wanted her alright.

"Let's go inside," he told her, surprising himself how low his voice sounded. Rory smiled coyly, pressed her flat palm against his chest and kissed him in a teasingly slow, soft way, before opening her car door and stepping out.

Any concerns Logan had about the impending move vanished as his thoughts were muted by his overwhelming lust for Rory.

Logan got out of the car and stood still for a moment, before shooting Rory a wicked smile and chasing her up the stairs. She let him catch her at the top and he wrapped his arms around her. Rory started kissing him, which set off a messy chorography of frenzied kisses and tempting touches as the pair made their way down the hallway and into their bedroom.

A faint ringing registered in the depths of her dream, but it wasn't enough to bring Rory back to full consciousness. The ringing stopped for a moment, before starting again and this caused her to stir. One more round of rings and she untangled herself from Logan's grip, sat upright and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

In her semi-awake state she scooted off the bed in search of her bag, containing the dreaded ringing telephone. The draft she felt reminded her that she was naked and Rory stole a glance back at the bed. Logan was naked, too.

A pink blush flooded her cheeks and she touched her bottom lip; it was still a little swollen. Rory smiled at the thought of last night's activities as she quickly pulled a stray t-shirt off the floor – his. She picked her tote off the floor and retrieved her cell.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Hello? That's all you have to say?" Lorelai's voice boomed through the phone and Rory pulled it away, shooting it a puzzled look, before clenching the cell between her shoulder and ear and tiptoeing out of the bedroom. "Um. Hi? Hey?"

"Don't get smart with me!" Lorelai warned, "you are not too old for me to pull the Mom-Card!"

"Mom…" Rory started, but she was cut off by Lorelai's frustrated rant.

"No, don't you even think about Mom-ing me! Where were you? Who were you with? Do you even know what time it is?"

By now, Rory had made her way into the kitchen and was scooping coffee grounds into the machine. She stayed silent, slightly stunned at her mother's outrage.

"It's one o'clock on Monday afternoon!"

Rory flipped the switch on the coffee maker. "It's that late?" she asked in a surprise tone.

"You were still asleep?" Lorelai asked in an equally surprised tone.

"Yes." Rory's tone made it clear that she was offended that her mother didn't approve of her sleeping patterns.

"Well, where's Logan?" Lorelai continued the interrogation, but in a softer tone.

"In bed…"

"Oh."

This revelation seemed to stun Lorelai into silence and an amused smirk played at Rory's lips. "Where else would he be?" she asked.

"Honey," Lorelai took a deep breath, "you were about to kill him Saturday night, for all I know you took one of those Lifetime Movies to heart…"

Rory's smile faded – Lorelai was right. Of course Lorelai was upset. The last time the mother-daughter duo had spoken was at the 'Homes and Gardens Annual Homes of Hartford' event.

The same event Rory left early, the same event that had Logan racing home to argue, which landed him at Mitchum's hospital bedside the following morning and at Luke's Diner by afternoon. Her mother knew nothing about her becoming editor of the Stars Hallow Gazette, Logan getting bypassed on the CEO-position, Luke the Diner Man or the fabulous town that celebrates Danish, Cheeseball and Sugar Cookie Days with festivals and parades.

"Oh my God, Mom," Rory said, "I am so sorry. I… we… Logan and I – we fought, after the Homes and Gardens thing…"

"And how does that land him in your bed?" Lorelai interjected harshly.

Logan shuffled into the kitchen, distracting Rory's attention only for a moment. She was touched by her mother's protectiveness, but smiled as she spoke.

"It's a long story…" She took the steaming mug of coffee from Logan, "a really long story. Why don't you and Dad come over for lunch – I'll explain everything?" she suggested, her tone laced with hopeful innocence.

"Dad too, huh? It's that bad?" Lorelai joked, but Rory knew it wasn't heartfelt.

"No Mom, it's good." She flashed Logan a smile and he smiled back. "Really good. It's just big news, not phone news…"

"Alright," Lorelai relented. "Just make sure you are ready by two. And I want Logan to cook – it's the least that boy can do."

"Okay Mom, I'll tell Logan and I'll see you at two." She waited a beat. "Mom?"

"Yeah, kid?"

"I am really sorry about the not-calling. I know you were freaked out and you were ready to kick Logan's ass…"

Logan dropped his head a little and nodded that it was true, causing Rory smile a little. "I'm just really sorry, Mom, but it really is good news. It's… we're okay."

Lorelai waited a few minutes for her daughter's insanely happy tone to compute. She was concerned, since Rory's views changed completely, but Lorelai decided she'd wait until lunch to kick Logan's ass or not.

"I'm not mad, honey," Lorelai told her daughter, "I'll see you at lunch."

"Okay," Rory said before clicking the call away.

Logan walked up to and wrapped her in a tight hug. "Lorelai?"

"Yeah," Rory nodded, slowly coming back down to reality. "I told her I'd call her Saturday after the garden party thing and I never did."

He kissed her cheek. "Once we sit Chris and Lorelai down and explain, they'll be happy for us, Rory. They've always been supportive. They want us to be happy, don't they?"

His reasoning made sense to her, but it also worried her a little. Essentially, they were moving to Stars Hallow at Mitchum's will – just like they had accepted the engagement because their elders had told them to – and that never flew too well with either of Rory's parents.

Logan felt her body tense and turned her so that she was facing him. His eyes found hers immediately.

"Any town that celebrates Danish Day will be a winner in your Mom's book."

"I know." She leaned into him. "I just wish we were there now, then we wouldn't have to deal with this stuff…."

"Me too." He pressed a tender kiss on her head and then pulled her away from him and smirked a little, "You look good in my shirt."

She rolled her eyes at him. "One trip to a small town and you go all country on me!"

He shot her a mock-confused look.

"Keith Urban?"

"Never heard of the dude," Logan shrugged, trying to hide his smile, "all I'm saying is that you look good in my shirt and I wouldn't mind waking up to this every morning from now on…especially after last night."

By now Rory was laughing as he spoke the last few words with a little southern twang. He tried to pull her into a hug, but she playfully swatted his hand away.

"I've got to take a shower. They are going to be here soon!"

Logan raised his eyebrows suggestively, but she shot him down. "That's not an invitation."

Rory turned on her heel, but ran back to him as soon as she reached the end of the hall. She flung her arms around his neck and pressed a light kiss on his cheek. "Thank-you for last night and….everthing."

It was an all encompassing thank-you and he smirked. "Go shower, Ace."

"It's still not an invitation," she laughed and he let her go. "I know."

Half an hour later Logan and Rory were both in the living room waiting for Lorelai and Christopher to arrive. Logan was the epitome of calm as he sat flipping through the paper, though Rory was fidgety. She read about half a paragraph from the financial section of the newspaper, before tossing it on the coffee table, getting up to inspect her make-up in the mirror.

"You look amazing, Ace," he told her.

Rory turned away from the mirror and looked at him. "How amazing? Like amazing, I-can-tell-you-had-a- lot-of- sex-last-night-amazing or just-normal-everyday amazing?"

Logan shot her a bemused look. Rory had never been concerned about Lorelai knowing what they did behind closed doors before.

"Mom can tell, you know," she added as she stood before him, waiting for his answer.

To him, Rory looked better than just everyday amazing, though he had to admit that ever since that breakfast at Luke's he'd been looking at her through different eyes.

She was wearing a fitted sleeveless black shirt teamed with a silky white skirt. She was barefoot, but Logan knew that she'd slip into a pair of white heels if they went out. Her hair was loose, softly curling at her shoulders and her face was virtually free of make-up, save for a dash of mascara and a peachy lip gloss smear across her lips, that were now shaped in a perfect pout as she waited for his answer.

"I can't give you an objective answer, Ace," he told her, a smirk forming across his features.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Why not?"

Logan got up, pulled her closer and buried his face in her neck. "Because I was with you last night…"

"Oh god," Rory sighed.

He immediately pulled her closer and began stroking her hair. "Hey, hey, it's not that bad. People who love each other have sex, Ace. Your mom knows that!"

"But not crazy newlywed…"

Logan placed his index finger over her lips to silence her. "That as it may be, you can't fake newlywed, happy marry wedded vibes. We tried that and we failed and your mom knew that. So, even if she picks up on whatever sex vibe you think we are radiating she'll be fine about it…."

"Fine?" Rory asked with a crooked eyebrow.

"So, we'll listen to her dirty jokes and bow our heads in embarrassment," Logan laughed it off, "Finn hears it every week! She'll be happy for us, Ace, since she knows we are faking anything about our relationship anymore – she'll know we are on the right track."

Rory waited a minute to think about Logan's words. He was right and truth was that she felt like a newlywed and there was nothing wrong with that; she deserved it.

Logan's hand trailed down her back and cupped her rear and she momentarily entertained the idea of stealing a few minutes before her mother and father arrived, but the sharp doorbell stopped those thoughts immediately.

"They're here!"

"It'll be fine," Logan assured her as he pressed a kiss on her temple and headed for the door.

Logan rested his hand on the doorknob for a moment, ignoring the nervous pit growing in his stomach. The last time he had seen Lorelai was at the Homes and Garden party and they hadn't exactly parted on good terms.

He swallowed his worries and opened the door. "Hey guys, come on in." Logan stuck out his hand, fully prepared for Chris to shake it, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Uh, Chris had a business thingy come up," Lorelai brushed it off with a wave of her hand, "he might show up later, but I doubt it."

"Oh, well, okay," Logan stumbled. Christopher's absence caught him off guard. Chris was a star in keeping his family a priority – never had he attended a business meeting while there were more pressing matters at the home front.

"Can I come in? Or did you want to do this on the porch?" Lorelai asked with a forced chuckle.

"Come on in. Rory's in the living room."

"Rory? Rory?" Lorelai called out as she deliberately walked straight past Rory to the far side of the room. "Has anyone seen Rory? My daughter?"

Lorelai took a picture off the mantel – one of Stephanie, Colin, Lane, Finn, Rory and Logan at the beach in their teens – studied it for a moment and pointed at Rory. "It's this girl, here. Have you seen her?"

She looked at the photo. "Oh, she was such a sweet girl; when she was this age, she always called me to let me know where she was…."

"Okay, okay," Rory walked over to her mother and took the frame from her hands, "I get it. I get it. I should have called."

Lorelai nodded, though an amused smile tugged at her lips, and Rory rolled her eyes one more time. "Where's Dad?"

"Last-minute business crap…"

Rory scrunched up her nose and suddenly felt a wave of relief crash over her. Logan would never have anymore last-minute business deals, at least not in the same way as he had before.

"Too bad," Rory said softly as she understood how her mother felt.

"Yeah, well," Lorelai brushed it off again, "how 'bout some coffee, Logan? And then we can talk about you two." She raised her left eyebrow suspiciously.

A few moments later, they fond themselves in the living room. Rory and Logan sat on the couch. He rested his hand on her thigh, absentmindedly brushing his thumb over the silky fabric of her skirt. Rory's body was turned to him and she'd placed her hand protectively on his arm. From their body language alone, Lorelai, who sat across from them, could tell that a massive change had occurred. This did nothing to alleviate the awkward atmosphere. Lorelai was out of the loop and that made her apprehensive. She watched them like a hawk.

They stirred their coffees in silence for a minute or so. "So, who wants to tell mommy how you went from being on the verge of divorce to mentally undressing each other on the couch?"

Logan immediately let go of Rory's thigh and she reacted by scooting away from Logan. Lorelai laughed. "I don't mind…much. I'm just curious," she said with an uncomfortable smile.

"Okay, well," Rory started, looking at Logan for support. He nodded encouragingly. "After I left the party, Logan went home…"

"I know," Lorelai interjected and she couldn't help the frown she shot Logan.

"…and we had a big fight, but it cleared a lot of things up, mostly that us being in Hartford and being such prominent figures in society puts too much pressure on our relationship…"

"We are focusing on society needs' instead of our own…" Logan added and Lorelai nodded, "Go on."

"I told Logan that we should go see Mitchum in the hospital, but he went alone the morning after our fight…"

"And we had a pretty good talk," Logan took over. He saw the unimpressed look in Lorelai's eyes. "He told me he didn't want me to be CEO…"

Lorelai almost choked on her coffee. "He what?"

"He thinks Stan would be a better fit, since I have more important things going on," he shot Rory a soft smile and Lorelai raised her eyebrows, indicating that she was unmoved by the scene that was unfolding before her.

"So you just accepted like that?" Lorelai questioned hotly. "He says jump and you say how high – you don't even care that you've wasted years of your life working for him, being groomed for that position?"

"I know it sounds like that…"

"Because it's true," Lorelai shot back. "He couldn't have possibly offered you something better!"

"He did," Rory interjected, frowning slightly. She had expected her mother to be just a little bit more understanding. "I'm going to be the editor of the Stars Hallow Gazette."

Lorelai opened her mouth to say something, but closed it as she realized she didn't have anything to say to that.

"I know it sounds like it's a twisted plan Mitchum's concocted but it's not, Lore," Logan said softly. "I'm going to be Small Publications Manager and Rory is going to be at the SHG. I'll still be heir, but taking this position gives us the chance to get out of Hartford…"

"And that's what I really want, Mom," Rory added softly.

"Rory, honey, I love you and I love Logan and I hate to be the voice of reason, but don't you hear how absurd this sounds?"

"Mom…" Her voice was laced with desperation, why didn't her mother understand?

"No, hon. What? You are going to move out to Stars Hallow, away from civilization to play house with Logan?"

She shot the newly reunited couple a piercing look. "What are you going to do when the honeymoon is over?"

"We talked about it, Mom…" Rory couldn't really come up with an answer, disaster could always strike but she felt in her gut that it would work out this time.

Lorelai scrunched up her face in contemplation and ran a hand through her hair.

"The town is so sweet," Rory continued, "everyone is so friendly There is this house Logan and I looked at, with a white picket fence and everything and all these little shops and oh, there is this diner that serves the best coffee I've ever had…"

"Better than…"

"Yes, better than that place in Paris!"

"C'est impossible!"

"It's true," Rory shot her Mom a half smile, "And guess what? They honor Danish Day and all other food related holidays."

"Get out," Lorelai placed her empty mug on the coffee table. "Even more obscure ones like Cheeseball Day."

Rory nodded. "There is a parade."

Lorelai exchanged a glance between Rory and Logan. Somehow the pair had managed to lean back into each other. Now Rory had her hand covering Logan's thigh and he had is arm draped over her shoulder. She knew this wasn't a façade. Lorelai wasn't pleased at how much Mitchum had to do with this arrangement, but the kids looked happier than she'd seen in a long, long time. They seemed to be on the same page and really that was all that mattered. And they were moving to a town with parades dedicated to food.

"You love each other," Lorelai observed, keeping her stern motherly role in check. She turned to daughter, "You've finally sat him down and told him what you want, and you…" she shifted her eyes to Logan," finally got your priorities straight."

They both nodded and Logan squeezed Rory's hand. A subtle display of affection. "And you are going to Stars Hallow to be happy."

"Yes."

Lorelai shook her head, "Put it like that and it sound so simple."

"Hello?"

Rory, Lorelai and Logan were just finishing up burgers and cocktails on the porch, when Finn, with Lane and their children, Willow and Matt in tow, knocked on the glass sliding door.

"Hello mates!"

"Finn!" Logan stood up and shook his old friend's hand and pressed a kiss on Lane's cheek. "What are you guys doing here?"

"You invited us," Finn laughed back as he sat down and helped himself to a leftover burger and poured a cocktail for himself.

Logan shot Lorelai an accusatory look, but she just shrugged.

"Hello, hello!" Colin and Stephanie both called as they made their way out to the porch. Logan looked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of Rory, who was smiling innocently.

"Welcome to the party!" Finn said, handing Colin and Steph both a cocktail, before taking back Stephanie's. "Not for you, love. Let me just take this, I don't want it to tempt you…what with the pregnancy and all…."

The friends all shared a comfortable laugh as Stephanie and Colin sat down. Logan cleared his throat. "Ace?"

"Yes?" she asked sweetly, smiling at him.

"Not that I don't love having every one over, but do you care to explain?"

"Well, Logan…" She pushed her chair back and stepped toward him, "I figured since Mom knows, we might as well tell everyone over a little dessert."

"Splendid!" Finn interrupted, "What are we having? Pie?"

"Finn! Could you stop thinking about food for one minute," Lane playfully swatted his arm, "I want to hear the big announcement!"

Logan nodded and smiled at Rory. "Do you want to or should I…?"

"Oh my god, you are pregnant?" Stephanie guessed excitedly

Rory cocked her head to the side, smiling at her friend's enthusiasm. "Not yet." She felt Logan's eyes on her – pregnancy weighed heavily on his mind, too.

"Not yet," Stephanie noted. "That means there is a possibility. You guys finally came around to the idea?"

"Says the person who still calls Colin her boyfriend, even though you've been together for longer than any of us can remember…" Logan shot back playfully

"No, I'm just the baby-daddy," Colin said, attempting a joke.

"Can I take a guess?" Finn asked Rory, interrupting the Big Announcement once more.

"Sure," Rory shrugge and Finn got up from his place at the table. He walked over to Logan and Rory, circled them and eyed them critically.

"Well," Finn said crossing one arm over his chest, "it's obvious that you two have had…"

"Little ears," Lane warned and Finns shot her a sweet smile.

"…relations… so this leads Finny to believe that you two have some good news. Possible the type of news that would require you to make some sort of real commitment to each other, instead of staying in Hartford and playing along in this sham-wedding you've never really convinced anyone that was working out anyway…."

"Thanks Finn," Rory and Logan said simultaneously, causing another round of laughter from the group.

"It's not mean, it's honest, mates," Finns said, before taking a sip of his cocktail. He waited a beat and continued, "You are moving."

"Who told you?" Rory cut him off dumfounded

Finn's further guesses were drowned out by the excited squeals of the girls and the congratulations given by the guys. As soon as the excitement died down, Logan and Rory took the time to explain everything to their friends.

And after a long night of talks, drinks, laughing and stories of the past, Rory made the guest bed for Lorelai, just as Lorelai had done many times for Rory, before cuddling up next to Logan in their bed for one of their last nights in their Hartford Mansion.

So, I'll have them move to the Hallow next chapter and then our favorite couple's friends will meet the townies. Fun! I know Lorelai may seem a littel OOC, but she can be a little Emilyesque since it's more society and all. Thanks again for all the amazing feedback and let me know, let me know!