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So what did really happen with Elias and Liza? and Why is Rick blushing about a condom-conversations with his father?
Let's dive into this 10 chapter-story about the Huntzberger twin's love life anno 2038. I'll give you the first 3 chapters today, and then drop the last 7 in the coming days.
Also a lot of Logan/Rory and siblings in this one.
November 2024,
enjoy 3
XTRA 1: Saturday Morning – Preparing for the Party

The kitchen was alive with the warm hum of a typical Saturday morning in the Gilmore-Huntzberger household. Sunlight streamed through the wide kitchen windows, illuminating the mix of books, mugs, and assorted items scattered around—a comfortable kind of mess, a sign of a home that valued substance over appearance. Rory leaned against the counter, sipping her coffee, while Logan stood by the stove, absently flipping pancakes and nodding to a tune on the radio.

Rick wandered in first, his footsteps soft and unhurried, slipping into his usual seat at the breakfast bar. Mornings were his favorite part of the day, especially when they were quiet like this. He enjoyed the familiarity of these moments, when the house was calm, and the only sounds were the faint sizzle from the stove and his mother humming as she nursed her coffee.

Rick had grown to appreciate the gentle, steady rhythms of his home. His parents had given him space to be as he was—quiet, thoughtful, someone who valued comfort and constancy. Rory and Logan had chosen to foster an environment where both boys could explore who they were, unburdened by any legacy or expectation, and it showed in Rick's quiet contentment.

A moment later, Elias burst into the kitchen, his energy filling the room like an electric charge. He was the kind of person who was rarely still, whose laughter and enthusiasm were as much a part of him as his pulse. He tossed his bag onto a chair and grinned at Rick, his excitement for the day already evident.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Elias said, slinging an arm around his brother's shoulders.

Rick smiled, a bit wryly. "Morning to you, too, Speed Racer. You do know the party isn't until tonight, right?"

Elias shrugged, unbothered. "I know. Just gotta make sure we're ready for it. Have you even decided what you're wearing?"

Rory glanced over at them, a smile tugging at her lips. Watching her sons, she saw how effortlessly they fell into their roles, Rick grounded and observant, Elias vibrant and always in motion. It reminded her of her own upbringing, a house that had encouraged individuality, where she had been free to find her way without being forced into a mold. She and Logan had created that same environment here, a place where their kids felt at ease being whoever they needed to be.

"Rick, do you want some pancakes?" Logan asked, flipping a perfectly golden stack onto a plate and sliding it toward him.

"Sure, thanks, Dad," Rick replied, taking a fork and cutting into the pancakes with care, savoring the simple pleasure of breakfast.

Elias took his own stack and started eating quickly, already too keyed up to sit still for long. "We need music for tonight," he said between bites. "Something classic, like the records you used to play, Mom."

Rory's eyes lit up. "Like my record collection? You guys actually want to listen to that?" She raised an eyebrow, teasing but genuinely curious.

"Yeah," Elias said with a grin. "It's kind of cool—old-school, but good. We can play some of your favorites."

Logan chuckled, a twinkle of nostalgia in his eyes. "So, the Gilmore music taste lives on, huh? Rory, I think your influence is stronger than you thought."

In these quiet moments, Rick and Elias could feel the depth of their family's bond—woven together by love, understanding, and Rory's indelible spirit. This was a home where "eclectic" and "unique" weren't just allowed; they were celebrated.

Logan finished setting down the last of the pancakes and leaned back, watching his family with a quiet satisfaction. Here, in this comfortable kitchen, he saw what they'd built together—a home that was both light and rooted, where each person had their own space to grow and their own rhythms to follow. He'd always been grateful that Rory had introduced him to this untraditional version of family, one that didn't require roles or rigid expectations.

As breakfast wound down, Elias pushed back his chair, practically buzzing with excitement for the day ahead. "I'm heading out to pick up a few things for tonight," he announced, already halfway out the door.

Rick watched his brother go, a smile lingering on his face. He wasn't as enthusiastic about the party, but he'd go—partly for Elias, partly because he knew that, for all their differences, they were still connected by an unspoken bond. And that, more than anything else, was what made him feel at home here.

In this house, Rick and Elias had the freedom to follow their own paths, however different they might be. Logan and Rory, by creating a home that embraced individuality, had given their children a gift that couldn't be measured—a sense of belonging, a foundation that allowed them to be true to themselves.

As the morning light filled the kitchen, the family settled into their own rhythms, bound not by expectation but by choice, in a home that had been built, quite simply, on love.