Christopher Hayden tried to remain calm as he sorted out dinner for his daughter. He was too anxious to eat. He wanted to return Lorelai's phone call from earlier in the day, but being unsure of what it held made him leery to do so before Gigi went to bed. "What do you want on your pizza G?" he asked.

"Uhm… pineapples," she told him.

"Anything else?"

"Pepperoni."

"Pepperoni and pineapple?" he asked to confirm. "Are you sure?"

He watched her think about it for a minute then nodded her head yes. "I'm sure."

"Okay," he responded hesitantly. "If you don't like it, you're on your own."

"Pepperoni and pineapple Daddy!" she told him firmly.

He sighed and ordered the pizza, not really sure why he cared since he wasn't eating it, and one wasted pizza wouldn't break the bank. After he hung up the phone he returned his attentions to his daughter. "What do you want to watch tonight?"

"Sleeping Beauty!" she exclaimed. Gigi was going through a princess phase along with her horsey phase, and he really couldn't wait for her to grow out of it. Princesses were harder on daddies he thought, dress up and tea parties and such. At least he could ride a horse with her.

"Sleeping Beauty it is," he confirmed as he wandered into the living room and pulled the DVD from the shelf. "Pizza will be here in 20 minutes."

"Can I watch the movie while I eat?"

Usually dinnertime was family time, no television, one of the few things he'd imposed from his own childhood. "I suppose an exception can be made for tonight," he told her, and watched as her face lit up in delight. Christopher momentarily wished he was five again, when pizza and a movie was the ultimate way to spend an evening. "How about you go take a shower and put your pjs on while you wait for the pizza?"

"But I took a shower yesterday," Gigi whined.

"But you smell like a horse today!" he told her with a laugh.

"Okay," she huffed, but went to go take a shower anyhow.

Christopher listened to Lorelai's message a second time while Gigi was in the shower. He tried to interpret her tone and guess what she would say to him when he called. Unfortunately his hopes and fears influenced his thoughts, and they varied wildly between her professing her unending love and then the next second her telling him she never wanted to speak to him ever again. He was finally pulled from his neurotic musings by the doorbell.

By the time he paid the pizza guy and had Gigi's plate made up and her juice ready, Gigi had reappeared in her pink frilly nightgown.

"Is the food here? I'm ready for my movie!" she exclaimed as she bounced into the living room.

"Yep, it just got here," he told her as he set a plate with two small slices of pizza in front of her.

"Aren't you having any Daddy?" she asked.

"I'm not hungry yet, so I'll have some later. I'm just going to push play on your movie, then go take a shower."

"Okay!" He started the movie and Gigi eagerly dug into her pizza and watched as Malificent cursed the baby princess. Christopher watched from the doorway as the fairy godmothers tried to mitigate the witches curse. Then, content that Gigi was occupied, he retreated to his room to get out of his horsey smelling clothes and take a long hot shower.

As he stood in the shower, he let the water pour down over him, and his thoughts again returned to Lorelai. He tried to prepare himself for the worst, but couldn't fight the bubbles of hope that were cropping up.

After he dried himself off and threw his bathrobe on over his pajama pants he padded back into the living room to check on G. All of her pizza was gone, even the crust, and she was still contently watching the movie. "Gigi, do you want another slice?"

"Can I have ice cream instead?"

He smiled. "Sure. Strawberry or mint chocolate chip?"

"Mint chocolate chip!"

"Okay, hand me your plate and your empty glass and I'll bring you some ice cream."

She hopped up and brought her plate and glass to him, then quickly returned to the couch, to avoid missing her movie. He took the dirty dishes and headed into the kitchen. He set them in the sink and grabbed a small bowl from the cupboard and the ice cream from the freezer. As he filled her bowl, he realized there was only a few bites left, so after he delivered the ice cream to the living room, with the instructions that it be eaten sitting at the coffee table only, he returned to the kitchen to polish off the carton of mint chocolate chip he'd left on sitting on the counter.

Between bites, he called information to get the phone number for The Broomstick, not that he was quite ready to call, Gigi was still awake, but just so he'd be prepared. After he got the phone number, and finished the ice cream, he paced around his kitchen having more imaginary conversations with Lorelai. He really wished there was someone he could call to help him get a grip. Unfortunately that person was usually Lorelai, and he couldn't call her about this. He slapped himself to try to shake himself out of his nerves, but it didn't help. After a few more minutes of pacing he returned to check on Gigi and find her asleep on the couch, with the empty bowl of ice cream on the coffee table. He debated whether or he should just take her to bed, or if he should wake her up. If he woke her up, she'd brush her teeth, but she'd also want to stay up for the rest of the movie. If he let her sleep, she'd forgo the teeth brushing, and be upset about missing the movie, but he'd get to call Lorelai sooner. Of course, if Lorelai found out he'd cut Gigi's evening short to talk to her, she'd be pissed. She was first and foremost a parent.

Having made the decision, he paused the movie and reached down and shook Gigi gently. She blinked a couple times and then looked up at him. "Hey sweetie, you fell asleep during the movie, so I think it's time for you to go to bed."

"What about the rest of the movie?"

"You can watch the rest of it tomorrow," he assured her.

"But I want to see the end!" she told him adamantly.

"And you will. Tomorrow."

"But Daddy…"

"No buts Gigi. If I turn this movie back on you'll fall right back asleep."

"No I won't!"

"Yes you will. Go brush your teeth and pick a book and I'll read you a story instead."

She huffed at him, and he was afraid she might work her way up to a tantrum, but instead something changed and she smiled and darted off to the bathroom.

Christopher turned off the television and put the ice cream bowl into the dishwasher while he waited for Gigi's call that she was ready for her story. He didn't have to wait too long.

"I'm ready Daddy! Come read to me."

"Alright, I'm coming!" he called back as he headed to her room.

He walked into her room and found her in her bed with her covers pulled up around her and her scrunchy bunchy tucked under one arm. "I want you to read this one," she informed him as she handed him a thick book.

"There are 25 stories in this book, you get to pick one," he replied as he took the thick Disney anthology from her.

"I want Sleeping Beauty!" she exclaimed.

What a tricky girl! He couldn't help it, and he laughed aloud at her cleverness. "Alright Gigi, I'll read you Sleeping Beauty." He opened the book and began to read the story. Of course, he was right, and Gigi was really tired, so it was only a few pages into the story when she fell asleep. He put a bookmark into the book and closed it quietly, and then tip-toed out of the room.

He looked at his watch as he went back to the kitchen, it was 8:00. There was no more stalling, it was time to call Lorelai back. He sat at the counter and picked up the scrap of paper he'd written the number to the inn on. He immediately stood back up and went to go pour himself a scotch, just in case, and returned to the stool at the island where the number was. He took a fortifying sip of the scotch and dialed the number.

"Good evening, Broomstick Inn," a voice answered on the second ring.

"Yes, can I get to Lorelai Gilmore in room four please?" he asked in return.

"I'll transfer you now." He heard the click and a moment or two of hold music before the phone began ringing again. Once, twice, a third time, he was starting to get nervous. Would she answer? Or had he waited to long? The phone rang a fourth time and he was beginning to fear that the call would be transferred back to the reception desk.

"Hello?" a breathless Lorelai answered the call.

"Lore?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay? You sound out of breath."

"I was soaking in the tub when the phone rang. I thought it might be you and didn't want to miss the call," she admitted.

"You were right, it's me. So, what's going on?" he asked curiously. "Did you run away?" he teased.

"Sort of," she answered quietly.

"Lorelai!"

"I'm kidding Christopher. I just decided to take a little trip to have some me time. Get away from everything familiar so I could sort out my feelings from the feelings I expect from others, you know?"

"Not really," he told her truthfully.

"At home in Stars Hollow, there are memories of me and Luke everywhere. There are people with a vested interest in our relationship, and when I see them, all I can think about is how they feel about me, and Luke, and my relationship with Luke. When I'm in Hartford, there are memories of us, you and me, everywhere. And I can feel my parents hopes and aspirations. I needed to find some place that didn't have an attachment to anyone," she explained.

"I can understand that. So has it helped?"

"I think so."

"So what do you feel?" he asked nervously.

"It's you."

"It's me?" he repeated.

"You're the one for me. It's always been you."

"Do you really think so? We've tried so many times before," he reminded her.

"I know that. But I think it's our circumstances that make it so we don't work," she told him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if I hadn't gotten pregnant at 16, and our parents hadn't tried to force us to get married, I think we would have stayed together, and we would have eventually gotten married on our own. The pressure made me run. It made you run."

"I can see that. But what about later?"

"I think if Sherry hadn't turned up pregnant with Gigi, we could have made it work when you came back when Rory was 16," she admitted. "I wanted it to work then, but given the situation, I wouldn't fight for you."

"If Sherry hadn't been pregnant when she showed up in the picture, you would have fought for me?" he asked, honestly surprised.

"Yes."

"Okay what about this last time? No one was in our way, we chose to get married," he reminded her. "There was no Sherry, there was no Luke. What went wrong?"

"I've spent a lot of time thinking about that," she told him. "I think it was a combination of a lot of things."

"Like what?"

"Like we got married in secret. Like there was something to be ashamed of."

"Is that how you felt when we got married? Like I didn't want to marry you in front of God and everyone?" he asked, hurt at the insinuation.

"No!" she exclaimed. "I know you weren't ashamed."

"Were you ashamed to marry me?" His voice was harsher than it was meant to be.

"Not to marry you. I was caught up in the moment though. It was Paris. It was romantic. But when we got home, yes, I felt ashamed. Of me. Of us."

"I don't understand," he said. He rubbed his temple with his free hand, then took a sip of his scotch.

"Rory wasn't even there Chris. Our daughter, the one we created together, wasn't there to see us finally get married. How bad of a mother does that make me?" she told him. He could hear the desperation in her voice as she tried to make him understand. "My parents weren't there. After everything I put them through they deserved to be there to see me get married."

"I can see how that could add some stress," he finally conceded. "So what else went wrong?"

"It was me. I refused to leave my comfort zone in Stars Hollow," she admitted. He was surprised, Lorelai was never one to take blame on herself, not that she didn't recognize when things were her fault, but she usually never admitted it.

"Your business is there," he said, defending her decision.

"So what? People commute to work all the time, you did it, I could have done it too."

"It's not all your fault," he told her, needing to take some of the blame. "I could have tried harder to tell you what I wanted, what I needed. I'm the one that ran away when things got bad. I'm the one that wasn't there when you needed me."

"I know it's not all my fault Chris, but thanks for admitting your faults too," she said softly. "And then there was Luke," she continued.

"Luke," he repeated, feeling himself stiffen at the mere mention of the name, like bad news was bound to follow his name.

"I never really got closure on Luke. I broke up with him and ended up in your bed not even a few hours later."

"Hey! I-" he started to defend his actions, their actions.

"I'm not blaming you Christopher, that one's all on me. I'm just admitting that it hindered my ability to get closure."

"Okay."

"But not having closure with Luke made it really easy to slip into 'the grass is always greener' argument. If something happened with you, I would find myself thinking about how that wouldn't happen with Luke," she told him.

"Then why do you think that I'm the one?" he asked bitterly.

"I have closure with Luke now. I know that there are things that happen with Luke that wouldn't happen if I were with you, and those are the important things." She paused, and he remained silent processing her words. "I know I would never fight with Luke about watching sports or mowing the lawn because he couldn't care about sports on tv, and he likes to mow the lawn. But in the grand scheme of things, those are minor and petty. I would never fight with you about being part of Gigi's life. That is an important thing. I know that you would share every inch of your life with me, without me having to even ask for it."

"You're right. But in fairness to Luke, you've been part of my life since we were six years old. You're already a part of most of the inches of my life. And I've had plenty of time to get used to it."

"Still. I think even if I knew Luke for the next 20 years he wouldn't be willing to share all of his life with me."

"So what are you saying here Lorelai?" he asked, not wanting to screw up by making an assumption.

"I'm saying that I love you, Christopher Straub Hayden, and I want to give us a try one more time. But this time I want to do it right." He could feel his eyes welling up with tears, emotional overflow, as he sat at his counter, trying to process what he'd heard. "Hello, Chris, are you still there?" Lorelai asked nervously after he'd been silent for a while.

"I'm here."

"And…"

"I love you too Lorelai Victoria Gilmore."

"But?" she asked.

"What if you only think it's me? I don't know if my heart can take it if you decide later that it's not really me after all," he explained quietly.

"Oh Christopher," she breathed. He knew she was crying. "It will always be you. I know that now."

"I need to think," he said to her, as much as to himself.

"Okay," she said sullenly.

"I'll see you at your parents anniversary party," he told her, giving both himself and her a timeframe and a deadline.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too."

Christopher hung up the phone and let the tears he'd been holding back fall as they may.

Christopher Hayden was finally offered a chance at everything he'd always wanted, and now he didn't know what to do.

It was noon on Thursday, Logan Huntzberger checked his email once more before he headed off to pick up Colin and Finn at the airport. He hadn't heard from Rory since he'd apologized for his father's behavior. That had been almost a week ago now. He had however, heard from his father twice. True to his word, he answered one of the calls, and let the other go to voicemail, but now instead of deleting the voicemail without even listening to it, he listened to it.

The call he answered, the first call, actually turned out to be his father finding out if Logan would in fact answer the phone. Both men had laughed at the silliness of the situation. The voicemail from the second call had actually needed response and Logan hadn't returned it yet.

Voicemail: You have one new message. Sent yesterday at 4:14 pm. 'Hey Logan, it's Dad,' Logan had actually paused the voicemail at that point to stare at his phone in shock, in all of his 25 years, he couldn't remember his father referring to himself as Dad! Something to think on, he hit play again. 'The Gilmore's annual vow renewal is coming up in a couple of weeks, and I was wondering if you were planning to attend. If you are coming, do you want me to tell your mother in advance? Or do you want me to try to convince her not to go?' Wait, his dad was actually offering to help him out, and try to make things easier on him? Who was this man and what did he do with the real Mitchum Huntzberger? 'Call me back when you get a chance.' The phone clicked off.

That call had come in on Tuesday. He'd listened to it the first time on Wednesday morning, but he hadn't decided how to respond. He wished he could talk to Rory about it, but he was still giving her space and didn't want to burden her with the dilemma. He listened to it again as he left his office, trying to decide whether to call his dad from the car, or talk to Finn and Colin first. One way or another he had to call Mitchum back today.

"I'll see you in a week and a half," he told Beth, his assistant, as he headed towards the elevator with his phone pressed to his ear. "You can reach me on my cell if it's an emergency." He wasn't worried about her abusing the power and calling him all the time, he'd talked to Jacob and Michael about his friends visiting, and they'd encouraged him to take the time off, knowing that he would make sure his responsibilities and his clients were taken care of.

"Have a nice vacation Logan," Beth responded.

When he reached the car, he decided that he'd wait to talk to his boys first, after all they did have some experience with his father, and other society parents. He tossed his phone on the passenger seat, cranked up the music and headed towards the private airstrip that he knew Colin would have them flown into.

He was surprised at the lack of traffic, but then again, he rarely left his office in the middle of the day. The day was beautiful, it was 85 degrees according to the thermostat in the car, there was upbeat music on the radio, and he was on a work sanctioned vacation, not just disappearing for the heck of it only to have his father yell at him later.

"One night and one more time, thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great, he tastes like you only sweeter," Logan sang along with the radio, something he only did when he was alone, knowing his singing voice left a lot to be desired. "One night and one more time, one night and one more time..."

The ringing of his phone cut off the rest of the song. "Huntzberger," he answered.

"Where are you mate? Our plane is here and you are not!" Finn said abruptly.

"Hold your pants on Finn, I'll be there in less than 10 minutes."

"Hurry up! It's bright out here, and I'm too sober," his Australian friend whined.

"And I'm having to listen to Finn whine!" Colin added from the background.

"I'm on the way!" Logan said back with a laugh, then hung up the phone. He couldn't wait to pick up his friends, he really had missed them.

As promised, ten minutes later, Logan drove onto the private airstrip, where he found his two best friends standing next to a pile of suitcases. One was talking on the phone, and the other was trying to hide from the bright sunlight.

"Hey guys!" he called when he climbed out of the car and popped his trunk.

"Finally!" Finn replied with a loud sigh, as though Logan had left them there for hours instead of minutes.

"It's nice to see you too Finn," Logan replied. "Hey Col."

Colin merely held out a hand to silence Logan. "I told you I would be out of the office for the next 10 days," he said to whomever was on the other end. "Yes Andrew is aware of my absence, so get someone else to do it!" He clicked the end call button and looked up at his friends. "Imbeciles! I left the office last night, and they all know I'm on vacation, even my father, and yet they insist on calling me every few hours! I swear I'm going to turn off my phone!" he ranted.

"You really do need the vacation don't you?" Logan said.

"Yes!" Colin replied, then remembered his manners. "Good to see you Huntz," he added, pulling Logan into one of those handshake hug guy things.

"Well vacation officially starts…" Logan paused looking at his watch, letting the second hand come to the next full minute, "now! Colin turn your phone off. Finn get in the car." Colin powered off his phone and Finn climbed into the back seat while Logan threw the suitcases into his trunk. "You two pack like girls!"

"It's all Finn. Only one of those is mine," Colin explained.

"You never know where you're going to meet The One, Mate. I've got to be prepared," Finn told them dryly from his spot in the back seat.

Logan laughed as he slammed his trunk and climbed back into the drivers seat while Colin took the passenger's seat. "So where are we off to first?" Colin asked.

"Well we better stop and get Finn a drink so his mood improves," Logan suggested.

"I second that," Finn added.

Logan headed back towards his neighborhood, knowing the perfect pub to take the guys to for drinks and a bite of lunch.

It was a quick drive to the pub, funnily enough called Finnegan's. "End of the road, everyone out!" Logan joked when the reached the destination.

"I'm home!" Finn called when he saw the name of the pub. He strode confidently toward the door and kissed it as he entered. "Hello all! You can rest easy now, your beloved name sake is home!" he shouted when they entered the pub.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Colin asked Logan as they walked in behind Finn.

"Come on Col, it'll be fun to watch Finn make an ass of himself."

"That's true."

The two friends snuck into a booth in the corner as Finn strutted around the bar drawing everyone's attention to him.

"Oy! You! The shouting one! What do you think you're doing? You're disturbing the peace in my pub!" a woman yelled from behind the bar. She was tall, and thin, with long red hair. As soon as Finn saw her, his jaw dropped and he stopped in his tracks.

"Your servant milady," he said as he dropped to one knee.

"Get up you fool!" she exclaimed in a hiss.

Logan and Colin tried to stifle their laughs from the corner as they watched Finn and the fiery redhead. "Did you know this place was owned by a redheaded woman?" Colin asked in a hushed voice.

"No. I had no clue! I've never been here. I've been meaning to come, but didn't think I could come here without at least Finn being with me."

Finn finally stood up and held out his hand to the woman. "Finnegan Morgan at your service."

"I'm Bree McKenna and I don't need your service," the pub owner shot back.

"Of course you do!" Finn said boldly, but something in the look she gave him must have made him back off, because soon Logan noticed Finn searching the bar for himself and Colin. "Fine, I'll be off to eat with my friends then," he added.

When he joined them Colin was the first to speak. "The mighty Finn goes down swinging."

"She'll change her mind. I know I'll see her again," Finn informed them.

And he was right, not five minutes later she was standing at their table. "What can I get you fellas to drink?"

"Guinness for me," Logan started.

"Me too," Colin added.

"A shot of your finest Irish whiskey," Finn said.

The pub owner rolled her eyes and headed back to the bar. "I'll bring your drinks back in a sec, then take your order for food."

Logan grabbed the pile of menus left at the end of the table and passed them out so they could all figure out what they wanted to eat. Not more than a minute later all three of them had snapped their menus closed and now all they had to do was wait for their drinks. "So how was the flight in?" Logan asked.

"Fine," Finn answered.

"Have you heard from Rory lately?" Colin asked.

Logan winced involuntarily at his friend's bluntness. "I got an email from her about a week ago. I'll tell you all about it after we order our lunch."

"Are you coming to the anniversary party?" Finn asked.

"Yes," Logan answered, "But I need some advice on that too."

Before another question could be asked, Bree returned with the drinks. "So what do you fellas want to eat?"

"Fish and chips," Colin told her.

"Sheppard's pie," Logan answered.

"Bangers and mash," Finn said with a smile.

"I'll give you bangers and mash," Bree mumbled under her breath. "All right lads, I'll get your order in. Should be about 15 minutes."

"Thanks Love," Finn called after her as she walked away.

"So, tell us about Rory," Colin said as soon as Finn turned his attention back to the table.

"Apparently she ran into my father while she was working. He singled her out and basically made her miserable with her coworkers," Logan paraphrased what happened.

"Poor Reporter Girl," Colin said sympathetically. "Did you let your dad have it for messing with her?"

"Sort of. That's where my anniversary party dilemma comes in," Logan started. "When I called to yell at my dad, we actually had a good conversation."

"You and Mitchum?" Finn asked incredulously.

"Yes, me and Mitchum."

"Weird," Colin said.

"You're telling me. So I'm actually on speaking terms with my dad. And he's not trying to force me to be on good terms with my mom. Listen to this!" Logan grabbed his phone, set it in the middle of the table and played the voicemail from his dad on speakerphone to his friends.

"That is not Mitchum!" Colin exclaimed.

"I know my own father's voice Colin," Logan retorted.

"There must be something in the water in Hartford," Finn suggested.

"So what do I do?" Logan asked, ignoring Finn's suggestion.

"Call Mitchum and tell him to keep Shira at home!" Finn and Colin shouted together, as if Logan was stupid to consider anything else.

"But I kind of want to see my dad," Logan admitted sheepishly.

"So arrange to see him otherwise," Colin said.

"I suppose I could do that."

"Back to Rory!" Finn interjected, wanting to get back to the better part of the story.

"Right. So I emailed her back, apologizing for my dad, and telling her to let me know if I could help at all, and I haven't heard anything. I don't know if things have gotten better, or if they've gotten worse," Logan explained, letting his worries become evident in his voice.

"Just call her and ask her," Colin responded impatiently.

"I can't Col. I'm giving her time and space like she asked, and this would counteract that," Logan told him. Finn nodded in agreement with Logan.

"It's not getting better yet Mate," Finn said solemnly.

"You talked to her?" Logan said louder than he intended.

"A little," Finn admitted.

"Finn! Why are you holding out on us?" Colin asked.

"Would you like me to share your secrets with Stephanie?" Finn asked in return. Colin blustered a bit at the thought and Logan smiled in understanding. As much as he wished his friend would share, he understood why he wouldn't. Finn continued on, "Mate, you've just got to trust that if she needs you, she'll come to you."

"Okay Finn. Now finish your drink, it makes me feel as if my world is in disarray when you're sober and insightful!" Logan teased in response.

Finn smiled and tipped the tumbler of whiskey to his lips, downing it in one gulp. "Ahhh, that's good stuff," he said as he smacked his lips. Colin and Logan laughed in response, and Colin signaled for another round.

The food was delivered shortly, and conversations turned towards lighter topics. "So what do you have planned for our visit Huntz?" Colin asked after he took his first bite of the crispy beer battered fish.

"I was thinking we could do some wine tasting, we could go surfing, we could go hiking, and we could go to Disneyland," Logan shared his plans for the next few days. "And of course we can go out at night and watch Finn try to meet his redheaded soul mate of the week."

"Disneyland?" Colin asked skeptically.

"I haven't been since I was a kid. My dad worked the whole time, my mom drank the whole time, and Honor and I got stuck with the nanny, who refused to wait in lines longer than 10 minutes, so I didn't get to go on any of the good rides," Logan explained. "I thought I could try it again with my two best friends, and our favorite flasks of course!"

"I'm in Mate! Except do we have to hike during the day?" Finn asked, causing the others to laugh.

After lunch the trio headed to Logan's house, so Colin could unpack and Finn could change his clothes and return to Finnegan's to take another shot at Bree. While the guys were busy, Logan took the opportunity to call his dad back.

"Hello?" Mitchum answered on the second ring.

"Hey Dad," Logan said.

"Thanks for calling me back, I was starting to worry that you weren't going to call."

"Sorry about that. I just needed to figure out how to respond. Colin and Finn arrived today, so I waited until I could ask for their advice."

"I see. And what did you decide?"

"Well, I am coming back for the Gilmore vow renewal. But I'd rather you didn't tell Mom, and if you could keep her away from the event that'd be even better."

"I understand," Mitchum said sullenly.

"But I was hoping the two of us could have lunch while I'm in town," Logan added, sensing a tinge of pain in Mitchum's tone.

"I'd like that."

"Good. Well I'm vacation for the next week or so while the guys are in town, so I probably won't be near the phone. Send me an email with a time and a place and I'll get back to you as soon as I can to confirm."

"Alright son. Enjoy your time with your friends."

"Thanks Dad. I'll talk to you soon."

"Good-bye," Mitchum said, and before he could respond, Logan was met with the silence of a severed connection. He smiled as he hung up the phone, amazed that he was serious when he invited his dad to lunch, and that he was actually looking forward to it.

The next several days passed in a blur. Wine tasting, hiking, trying to surf, and nightly trips to Finnegan's to appease Finn who decided that Bree was the only one for him. Logan hadn't been called by his office once, and had gotten so relaxed that he'd forgotten to check his email since the night he'd called his dad.

It was Tuesday, the half way point of his friends' visit, and the three of them had decided on a day to relax. Finn was sleeping in, and Colin was in the shower, so Logan decided to check his email and update his Rory file, filling her in on all of the fun they were having. He grabbed a cup of coffee while he was waiting for his laptop to boot up and his emails to download. He found he had 50 new messages, most of which were inconsequential spam. He had one from his father naming a time and place for lunch. Logan read over the details and sent a quick reply to confirm. Then he saw one from Rory.

From: Rory Gilmore
To: Logan Huntzberger
Re: Decisions

Hey Logan,

I finally came to a decision. I'm miserable here on the trail. These journalists are so nosy, they won't leave me alone! They treat me like I'm worth stalking and it's driving me crazy. They're always watching me, and the room goes quiet whenever I enter it. I have so much more sympathy for celebrities now!
I miss you. I'm about two seconds away from tendering my resignation and hopping the first flight I can find to get to you. I want us back.
Love,

Rory

Logan stared at the screen in shock. Rory wanted them to get back together! He'd been waiting for this since the moment Colin, Finn, Honor and Stephanie arrived at his doorstep two months earlier. He read the email again, and he was suddenly filled with doubt. Did she really want him back, or was she just trying to escape a horrible situation? Logan knew what it felt like to be stalked by the press and wouldn't wish that on anyone, and he knew it must be worse for her being surrounded by them all the time, but was her quitting and running back to him really the answer. He had to think. He couldn't respond right away. He shut the lid to his laptop and headed to the kitchen to add something stronger to his coffee.

Logan Huntzberger was finally offered a chance at everything he'd always wanted, and now he didn't know what to do.

AN: Sorry it's been so long again. But, you should know that my new years resolution is to finish this story (and The Light of Day). This story only has probably one more chapter and then an epilogue left (if you want an epilogue).

As usual, I don't own Gilmore Girls, or Disneyland, or Sleeping Beauty. The song Logan is singing in the car is THNKS FR TH MMRS by Fall Out Boy. I completely made up The Broomstick Inn in Salem and Finnegan's Pub in Palo Alto (any real places of similarity that exist are merely coincidence).

Please read and review, and thank you so much for all of the story alerts and favorites. If you have any questions as to my motives please feel free to leave questions in your reviews or send me PMs and I'll happily answer them.

Thanks for reading-

S