Congrats to bwlovesyou for being the 300th reviewer. I don't know you BW is, but I love you! And all of you for that matter; thank-you all so much for the reviews on the last chapter. It's been over a year in the making, this story, and irregular updates during most of it, so it amazes me how many people have stuck with this story. I've been stretching this out for a while now, but this is the last of the real chapters and we tie up some loose ends. Fluff all the way.

Disclaimer: I do not own GG.

Sometimes it surprised her just how easily she and Logan had fallen into the Stars Hallow kind of life. Waking up and reading the morning papers with Logan, chit-chatting with Luke as she waited for her morning and afternoon coffees, walking the two blocks down to the Stars Hallow Gazette, listening to Logan as he called her up to go over business deals, movie nights, Al's Pancake World, participating in Tuesday Town Meetings, dance class at Miss Patti's…

For a while, Rory had been worried that it would loose its glossy sheen; that Stars Hallow was just another quick fix for her and Logan, but that moment hadn't come yet and, six months in, Rory could now seriously say that that moment might never come. The town's residents had taken them in, taken them under their wing and had shown them what a real community - albeit a whacky one – was like. Both Rory and Logan were just as deliriously happy as the day they signed the contract for the house.

And things on the old home front had quieted down considerably. Mitchum was recovering nicely, pleased with Logan's progress as Small Publications Manager and equally happy with Stan's impressive leadership style. Shira and Emily both had come round to the idea of the Golden Couple living outside Hartford's inquiring walls and Richard, being the calmest of the four, was simply relieved that Rory and Logan didn't breach the contract they had signed all those years ago. The Elders had only visited Stars Hallow once in the past six months, but that was perfectly fine by Rory and Logan. The distance put between them was enough to actually start looking forward to Sunday Night Dinners!

Their true friends; however, made it a point to visit at least once a week. Rory imagined Stars Hallow was like a retreat for them – an escape from the crazy. It was Lorelai, though, who had really taken a liking to the small town as she visited almost every other day. She claimed to be bored sitting home alone, without Chris and so she filled her days annoying Luke at the diner and observing the people of the town.

Really, so many changes had occurred over the last year, from being on the brink of divorce, to her big European trip, to Mitchum's heart attack, getting a real job, and moving to Stars Hallow. Her life had spun around completely, and yet, something was missing.

On most mornings, Rory was a little slow without coffee, but not this morning. She woke up with a buzz; something was changing. What she felt wasn't a blind hope or an intense wish. This was the missing piece. A test would have to confirm; however, there wasn't a doubt in her mind that the stick would turn pink.

And she couldn't wait to tell Logan.

On any other morning, all she would have to do is run her hand over his, look up, and he would stir, but not today. A morning meeting with the Woodbury publication had caused his side of the bed to be empty. For a moment, she contemplated calling him, but immediately decided against it. This was something that she wanted to tell him in person, that he deserved to hear in person. Telling him had been something that she'd been dreaming about ever since they got married, so what was one more day?

Luke didn't even bother to look up that morning as she entered the diner. It was 7:45. It couldn't be any one other than Rory and he knew she would want a coffee and a blueberry muffin to go.

"The usual?"

"Of course," Rory smiled and she pulled a few dollar bills from her pocket. She watched as Luke filled her 16 oz. cup to the brim and a wave of nerves washed over her. She had read something about this once, and it was a definite no-no. "Actually, Luke," she sighed, "maybe I'll have some tea. You got herbal?" Rory had no clue if herbal tea was any healthier than regular tea, but at least it sounded healthier; like something a pregnant woman would drink.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Herbal tea?"

"And maybe a balance bar…" Rory added absentmindedly. There were blueberries in her muffin, but it was still a muffin and that couldn't be all too healthy for the maybe baby inside her.

"Herbal tea and a balance bar?"

"Or fruit," Rory offered, "a banana, maybe an apple…"

"Or fruit?" Luke repeated incredulously. His tone broke the loop of health food thoughts that ran through Rory's mind. Her smiling eyes met his slightly concerned looking ones. "Want a cracker, Luke?" she asked, but it simply added to his confusion.

"What?"

"You are repeating everything I say," she clarified.

Luke furrowed his brow. "I am?"

"Yeah, like a backwards baseball cap wearing parrot…"

"I'm sorry, Rory," Luke sighed heavily, "it's just that a balance bar and herbal tea… He took a moment to eye her carefully. "Are you feeling alright? You aren't sick, are you?"

"No, I'm not sick," Rory waved his concern away. "I'm just not sure I should be drinking caffeine right now…"

"You aren't sure you should be drinking caffeine right now?"

"And the parrot is back!" Rory laughed wholeheartedly.

Luke didn't share the laugh, instead he kept his gaze focused on the women in front of him. Granted, she hadn't lived in Stars Hallow as long as his other patrons, but he knew her just as well, or even better. And one thing was certain, Rory Huntzberger lived on caffeine. This morning, though, she seemed fine without it, upbeat, happy, excited… a big smile plastered on her face and a distinct shimmer in her eye.

"Oh jeez!" Luke exclaimed as realization hit, before he dropped his voice to a whisper. "Does this mean what I think it means?"

"That's you'll be forced to an eternity of people shoving crackers down your throat, than yes…"

"Rory!"

"Maybe, Luke, maybe," Rory said, as she lowered her voice to a hush. "I'm not 100 percent sure, and I need to talk to Logan....don't tell anyone!"

"Who am I going to tell?" he asked in mock-offence. "I can keep a secret."

Rory shook her head slightly, since the always so balanced man couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he busied himself behind the counter. "Herbal tea for you, then. And a balance bar. Healthy. Healthy is good. Healthy is important. Caffeine is bad."

"Thank-you, Luke," Rory said as she took her tea and balance bar. As she turned to leave, she heard Kirk ask for a glass of organic buttermilk.

"It's on the house, Kirk!"

Rory craned her neck and caught Luke's eye, before shooting him a warning look. She hadn't even taken a test yet – she wanted Logan to be there for that. Surely, the town wouldn't find out before Logan?

Rory was lucky that she had two meetings with the staff of the Stars Hallow Gazette today. She would have wasted the day dreaming if she had stayed at her desk all day. The quick walk from the office to home was enough to make her dizzy with thoughts of the future. She hadn't exactly decided on how to tell Logan the big news, but she couldn't wait to see him.

From afar she saw her husband pulling up their driveway and getting out of the car. "Hey you!" she shouted and her smile grew as he turned around and smirked at her.

"Hey you, yourself!"

Rory quickened her pace, the word 'baby' bouncing through her mind with each step. It was incredibly hard to contain herself as she came closer to him, but she was able to. Instead of greeting him with the stunning revelation, she embraced him and quickly closed the gap between them, giving him a slightly more passionate 'welcome home' kiss than he was used to.

After a few moments air became essential and the kissing died down. Logan pulled away from the embrace, but kept his eyes fixed on Rory. "You look happy today," he told her seriously, before continuing teasingly, "you finally get the interns to start using start spell check?"

Rory laughed at his comment as she coyly ran a hand through her hair. "No."

"No?"

"They'll never learn," Rory sighed, waving his joking away. He was being funny – but it was not the time. "How was your day?"

"Good," Logan nodded, "No rebellious spelling bees, but still pretty good…"

Rory shot him a warm smile, "I'm glad."

"I see that," Logan said as he brushed her cheek with his thumb. "I like it. Happy looks good on you, Ace."

"It looks good on you, too, babe," Rory replied, before brushing a quick kiss on his lips. "You know next week is our 7 months anniversary in Stars Hallow?"

Logan's hands dropped from resting on the small of her back, to her rear as he pulled her closer. "Really?" he whispered in her ear. "It seems like we've been here forever…"

"Yeah…" His scent and his touch was distracting and she leaned into his kiss, and she indulged in another mini-make out session.

"So…" she said through a deep sigh as she pulled out of the kiss. "…I wanted to ask you something."

Logan looked at her flushed face and smirked. "Shoot."

"Uh, how would you feel about…" Rory paused, suddenly nervous "… doing some grocery shopping before dinner?"

It was an oddly timed question, and not at all what she had wanted to say, but Logan went along with it for which she was grateful. "Well, if you want me to cook, Ace, then I'm pro because our pantry is empty!" He shot her a fake accusatory look.

It was true, Rory had been eating like a maniac lately, but she hadn't known she was eating for two, so really, it wasn't her fault their house wasn't the food and snack heaven it usually was.

"We could go to Luke's," Logan suggested, "Or Al's. It's Greek Week, I think, and I could go for some kofta…"

Logan slowly lead them toward the house and Rory smiled as thoughts of Paris flooded her mind; kofta would be a pretty romantic dinner, but grocery shopping was essential. "No we should go grocery shopping," she said. "You don't mind if we pick up a pregnancy test, do you?"

"No, not at all," Logan replied with the same casual tone Rory had used, before her words hit him. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at her, eyeing her face for signs of joking but all he saw was her big, blue, deliriously happy eyes shining back at him. "What?" he exclaimed. "Ace! Are you...?"

She nodded enthusiastically, bobbing her head up and down a few times for emphasis. "I think so."

"Oh my god," Logan shouted happily as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her in a tight embrace. "Oh Ace, this is amazing!"

The couple stayed like that, cuddled up to each other on their front porch, until Logan became restless. He took Rory's left hand in his and lead her down the stairs. "Let's go."

Logan and Rory felt the eyes of the towns people on them as they made their way to Doose's. "Is it me, or do a lot of strange people live in this town?" Logan asked Rory.

"They might have an inkling…"

Logan shot her an amused look. "An inkling, huh?"

"Well," Rory shrugged, "I was at Luke's this morning and I got herbal tea instead of coffee…."

"Oh, well, say no more!" Logan laughed whole-heartedly.

"Oh, Rory, honey!" Patti greeted them as they entered the store. "You are absolutely glowing…"

"Ssh!" Kirk said as he raised his index finger to his lips. "She might not have told him she might be pregnant yet!"

Even if she hadn't told Logan, her secret was out. "I guess Luke can't keep a secret," Rory laughed, but Patti contradicted her. "Luke didn't say a thing, doll face. Babbette told me, who heard it from Sookie who heard it from Jackson, who was delivering blueberries at Luke's this morning. Cesar told him."

"I'm surprised you didn't get a phone call at the paper," Logan laughed, " to run an article…"

Patti's face lit up as she clapped her hands excitedly. "Ooh, now that's an idea."

"Yeah, maybe," Rory frowned, before smiling quickly, "we should get going…" But Patti and Kirk weren't listening. Their attention had focused back to discussing who had spilled the beans regarding Rory's possible pregnancy.

The couple quickly found the aisle with pregnancy tests and purchased two – just in case – and hurried to get the other groceries.

"What's left on the list?" Rory asked, peeking over Logan's shoulder.

"Just coffee," he said, and held up a jar of regular blend. Rory looked at it lovingly, absentmindedly running her tongue over her bottom lip.

"You and the coffee need a room?" Logan grinned in jest and Rory humored him by faking laugh, before she gently took the regular coffee from his hands and replaced it with a jar of decaf.

"Is it time yet?" Rory asked as she paced around the couch, unable to remain calm as the couple waited for the results of the test. Logan smirked as he turned his head to follow her pacing. "We've got about another minute left…"

"A minute?" Rory questioned in hormonal outrage. "You can make a pop tart in a minute, you can download Godfather I, II and III in a minute, you can walk to Luke's in a minute, but you have to wait five to find out if you are pregnant which, in this day and age, is a disgrace...and, really, pregnant women are in a fragile emotional state anyway. Really, waiting is just cruel and unfair…"

She was too caught up in her rambling rant to hear the timer go off on Logan's watch. He snatched the test from the coffee table, stood up and met her half-way through her walk around the couch. Her monologue stopped as she collided with him.

Rory looked up from the plush carpet to meet Logan's warm and inquiring eyes. "It's time?" she asked.

A smile tugged at his lips as he nodded. He was certainly eager to find out the results.

"Oh god," Rory mumbled and she leaned into him. "I don't know if I can look…you go first."

"You sure?" Logan asked as he squeezed her tightly. "We can count to three…"

"No," Rory shook her head nervously. "You have to tell me."

He dipped down to press a quick kiss on top of her head, before shooting a casual glance at the stick. If Rory had been looking at his face, she would have seen the huge smile, but instead all she heard was his surprised and elated scream.

"Pregnant!"

He shoved the positive test in front of her and Rory saw that a perfectly pink line was visible. She squeezed her husband tightly and started kissing him. The excited screams soon made place for deep and appreciative kisses and quick touches. Soon, the excitement caused the couple to loose their balance and they fell back on their couch, smiling and laughing.

"A baby!" Rory exclaimed, "We are going to have a baby!"

A small frown appeared on Logan's face, before he went back to the happy expression that graced his face just a moment earlier. Rory noticed, and reached for his hand.

"Baby, don't worry about being a dad. You'll be great!" She waved the stick that she still grasped in her free hand. "This test is positive proof that in nine months you'll be the best dad around!"

Logan dropped his head at his wife's sweet words. Becoming Mitchum 2.0 was a worry that occasionally crossed his mind in Hartford, but never in Stars Hallow. He was changed and she was changed. Logan brushed a soft kiss on her lips. "You are going to be an excellent mom, Ace." He squeezed her hand before letting it go. "I've got something for you."

"For me?" Rory craned her neck and watched as Logan pulled a tiny box out of his coat pocket. "Oh baby, you were away for four hours on business today, you didn't have to get me anything," she laughed, referring to their old 'tradition' of Logan buying her jewelry in exchange for forgiveness.

"I bought this the day you signed your contract at the Gazette," he told her as he laid the tiny box in her hand. "I was just waiting for the right time to give it to you…" he gently jutted out his chin, "open it."

Rory did just that and was stunned when she saw a sleek white diamond band of diamonds sparkling back at her. It was a beautiful ring. Elegant in its simplicity; something she would have picked out for a wedding band, had she been given the chance. She absentmindedly ran her thumb over the tiny sapphire ring that she wore on her middle finger.

"Logan, it's beautiful," Rory said in a breathy voice, "but I have so many rings…"

"I know," he interjected quickly, "but you can't wear them because they remind you of Hartford. The biggest reminder is on your ring finger right now."

They both stared down at Rory's ring finger, which was still covered by her gaudy Huntzberger heirloom of an engagement ring.

Rory shifted her gaze from the nasty ring, to Logan's face and finally to her simple, elegant ring in the box. It would look absolutely beautiful matched with her sapphire. On her ring finger.

"I'd propose again," Logan said with a smirk, "but that would make it three times…"

Rory blinked a few times trying to hide the tears that quickly formed in her eyes. "Well," she swallowed, "three time's the charm, isn't it?"

Awww. Well, all that's left is the epilogue. I hope to have it posted some time this week. Hope you enjoyed & review. Much love!