Chapter 134

"You feeling any better?" Logan asked as Rory and he were lying in bed the next morning, her head on his chest, snuggled up together, both being too lazy to get up just yet. They'd spent the evening just having dinner and Logan trying to keep her mood up. He hated seeing her like this.

"Yeah, because you're my pillow," Rory chimed.

Rory's upper leg rested on his hip, her toes reaching to his calf which she was gently stroking. It was one of the few places on Logan's body that was actually a little ticklish, but he enjoyed the intimacy of Rory knowing exactly the intensity to touch him to keep this feeling stimulating more than anything.

"I just keep trying to convince myself that it's not the end of the world, you know?" Rory began to explain. "Even my therapist keeps telling me to try to put things in perspective. Rationally I know it's not. I made a mistake by changing majors around, by quitting the Yale Daily News, and not applying for enough backups like Paris told me to," Rory explained.

"Then you'll just look for internships, freelance, figure out what you do want and just go get it next year," Logan replied.

"I guess," Rory replied. "I guess, we could just stay with my dad, or take my grandparents up on their offer… for that time until I can actually contribute properly," she added.

"You know… New York and Boston are not the only options we have," Logan confessed, having been holding in the information this long, not wanting to flaunt that he might have a lead at something more concrete even without trying much.

"They're not?" Rory replied. She'd never pictured Logan actually wanting to consider Stars Hollow, or Hartford.

"I got an offer in Silicon Valley. It's this amazing start up - I'd be handling their fundraising but it's not limited to that," Logan shared.

"What? You did?" Rory exclaimed, pushing herself up on her arms.

"Everything was up in the air business-wise. But I just know that as long as I have you on my side, I'd be okay. I mean, sure it's a little scarier, going out there like this. Everything we've ever known is over here… But I just know you'd love Palo Alto once you push through this stuff…," Logan assured.

"Wow, I don't know what to say. I'm just so surprised," Rory exhaled, taking in the whole thing. It was odd - while she had applied to Berkeley, she'd never actually considered moving to the West Coast for real.

"I went exploring a little even…," Logan began to share. "There are all these cute little houses we could rent. Get one with a small backyard and an avocado tree," he continued, somewhat dreamily.

"I do like guacamole," Rory replied.

"And it's only 35 miles south of San Francisco, it's a straight shot up the 101," he added.

"Wow," Rory said, feeling a little hurried at this moment.

"Yeah, you could work at the Chronicle, The San Francisco Bay Guardian, Mercury News, Valley Voice…," Logan listed, knowing all these names by heart. Whether he liked to admit it or not, he had lost a part of what he had been very good at with him leaving HPG. But that didn't mean he couldn't help steer Rory through the maze of that business.

"I guess," Rory said, hesitantly.

"And believe me the name means a lot less around there too," Logan said.

"Wow. It sounds amazing. It's just such a surprise, and I'm just hearing about this for the first time," Rory discussed.

"We've been amazing at making all these jumps together, haven't we?" Logan reminded her.

"We have," Rory agreed. Logan was the only guy she'd ever really taken big risks with.

"I have a week to give them an answer," Logan added. "Or we just take our chances here. I'm pretty confident Andreas would have things for me to do every now and again, or I could just try to continue to build on my contacts here," Logan shrugged, not wanting to put her in a bad position with this choice. After all, he remembered well that he'd promised to factor her in. But surely, she wouldn't expect him to factor her in if she had no concrete direction.

But Rory could tell he was excited about the job in the Silicon Valley. And inside, she was just incredibly proud of him, knowing she could not only lean on him but really lean on him. She hated to apply her grandmother's way of thinking about things, but it was good to know the man of her choosing was able to provide for her, in more ways than just with his trust fund. Logan was hard working; he was great with people and he had a great business hunch. He was going to make it one way or another. Rory was proud to be his wife, and that more for his dependability than the financial side of things. He really was someone she could really lean on.

"I'll have to think about it," Rory said, knowing that her family might not be a fan of this move. She could even imagine her mother blaming her for being flaky. First London, then San Francisco - was she just going to jump every time Logan jumped? Maybe that really did make her flaky? Maybe her career was bound to suffer as a result of such jumps and by not accepting that she was just postponing the inevitable? Maybe just settling for something simpler and finding fulfillment in something different was the answer?

"Yes, of course. I've had a little more time to think about this. I see few problems with it, but I know you might. There are many things to factor in," Logan said, knowing she couldn't be pushed. There was also the issue of having a support system - she wasn't sure if it would be wise to take her somewhere where she would be just on her own if he himself had to work late. She'd have to find a new therapist; she'd lack her friends and her family. While the opportunity had excited him, he wanted to dive in head first, he knew that her wellbeing was just as important as making a living.

"There are," Rory agreed with a sigh, feeling the pressure of a decision once again.

Logan studied her, trying to guess where her head was, while she simply smiled, but clearly hiding a lot of doubts, fears and insecurities underneath.

"How about you go take a shower and get ready for class. I'll make breakfast. How about waffles?" Logan suggested, hoping this wasn't too much for her. In this moment all he could do was offer her his support and show her what life across the country could be like every morning.

When Rory returned from her class, Logan had in the meanwhile driven to see his sister for lunch, having taken Rory's replacement car. It was definitely hurting his pride a little, but for the sake of whatever their future held for them, he was willing to make Rory comfortable by being sparing with what they had.

"You look happy? Got any more offers up your sleeve in the meanwhile?" Rory asked him, after giving him a kiss in greeting. He looked excited, definitely like he had some news.

"Honor had some news, good news," Logan replied.

"She did?" Rory reflected.

"But you see I'm technically not supposed to say anything," Logan said, wanting Rory to know or rather to guess the rather obvious kind of news herself.

"She's pregnant?" Rory guessed right on the first try. She knew babies had always been in Honor's plans so it had never really been a big secret. But she knew enough about pregnancies from Lane that one generally didn't go telling people before the 12th week.

"Yup," Logan said, popping the 'p'. He was going to be an uncle and he couldn't be more excited. If there was one person he liked in his family, it was his sister and he wanted all the best for her. And in his mind, telling his wife two weeks before Honor's 12 weeks were up didn't seem like that big of a deal.

"Oh, that's so cool!" Rory exclaimed, feeling happy and a tinge of envious at the same time. She hadn't expected to feel the latter as sharply though. "God, I want to give her a call right now!" Rory blabbered.

"I wasn't supposed to tell you," Logan replied.

"Right. Still… just give her my congratulations then in whatever form, whenever," Rory said.

"Yeah, in a few weeks. I invited them to come around New Haven in a few weeks," Logan said.

"Oh, you know I only have five family tickets to my graduation, right?" Rory reminded him.

"I know," Logan smirked, knowing well that those six included himself, Lorelai, her grandparents and Christopher. One generally had just four, but she'd gotten an exception because of family connections to the institution.

"You're planning a party for me, aren't you?" Rory asked, reading him well. She couldn't' fight her smile, loving how he could be so thoughtful.

"Nothing big. But believe me, people will want to celebrate this," Logan said, feeling rather proud of himself for having kept this to himself until now. "Finn and Robert are flying over even," he added.

From the look on her face, Logan could tell she was still struggling with self-worth, however, despite her smile. They both knew people were going to ask about her plans, and because she would have to reply with something, he wanted to put some effort into making that 'something' happen for her too. It didn't need to be fancy, it needed to be a start. Everyone in the newspaper business would

"Hey, and guess what?" Logan asked, holding onto her hips.

"What?" Rory asked, his touch doing wonders for her.

"I thought of an assignment for you to write to Hugo on my drive back," Logan said excitedly, having thought of the perfect thing to combine both what Rory knew well and what people liked reading about. Maybe it was his way to input into the newspaper business - with his ideas? He was sure Rory would soon get her own, once she got her confidence back up, but he certainly loved that he would always have that outlet until Rory kept writing, enabling himself to stay out of anything that could be seen as competitive by his father.