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Inspired byLemonade Standbydreambeliever617 (just the prompt)

Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls is the creation of ASP

This is a little gift for dreambeliever617 as their work inspired me to do a twist on it with my own little family. And I love their work in general! I hope you enjoy!

Rory was stretched out on the porch swing, basking in the warm summer sun, feet tucked under her as she lazily flipped through a book. It was the kind of perfect, slow Stars Hollow afternoon she always missed when she was in London. Logan sat beside her, white shirt sleeves rolled up, dark blue suit jacket draped over the armrest, scrolling through his phone with the focused intensity of a man who did not understand the concept of vacation.

"Logan," Rory drawled, not even looking up from her book. "Youdorealize we're on vacation, right? That means no spreadsheets, no stock reports, and absolutely no mergers and acquisitions talk."

"Iamon vacation," Logan muttered, eyes still locked on the screen. "This is me relaxing."

Rory shot him a look. "Sure, because nothing says 'relaxing' like the phrase 'quarterly earnings report.'"

Logan smirked but didn't look up. "Just one more email."

Rory sighed, shaking her head. "I should just start calling you Work Dork again. Maybe get it printed on a T-shirt. Seems like the return to the Huntzberger Office of Doom, really sealed your fate as a work dork."

Before Logan could respond, the front door slammed open with the urgency of a breaking news bulletin.

Kirk. Clipboard in hand. Looking deeply official for someone whose LinkedIn page would need an index to fit all his job titles. He marched straight up to them without so much as a hello.

"We have a problem," he announced.

Rory blinked. "Do we?"

"Oh,yes." Kirk tapped his clipboard. "There areunlicensedbusiness dealings happening under this very roof."

Logan sighed. "Please tell me this isn't about the lemonade stand."

"It'sabsolutelyabout the lemonade stand," Kirk said, flipping a page like he was uncovering some deep-seated corruption scandal. "Your children,yourchildren. are attempting to operate a commercial beverage enterprise without the proper Stars Hollow business permits."

Rory groaned. "Kirk, they'rethreeandeight. This isn't a hostile corporate takeover, it's two kids with a pitcher and some cups. They just want to have a little fun."

"That's what theywantyou to think," Kirk said gravely. "But this town hasrules, Rory. If we let them get away with this, what's next? A black market for those ridiculously expensive teddies everyone is after - Jellycats I think they're called? Underground bake sales?"

Logan rubbed his temple. "How much is this 'permit' going to cost me?"

Kirk perked up immediately. "Oh, we can discuss myconsulting feeslater."

Before Rory could launch into a rant about capitalism ruining childhood, Jack came sprinting out of the house, lemonade stand sign in one hand, plastic pitcher in the other. Emma toddled behind him, her little legs working overtime to keep up.

"Mom! Dad! We're ready!" Jack announced triumphantly.

"I dolemon!" Emma declared, holding up a single lemon in her chubby fingers like it was a prized possession.

Rory smiled, charmed despite the fact that she was pretty sure this was about to turn into a disaster. "That's great, honey."

"I'm making regular lemonade," Jack explained, setting the sign down. "Emma wants to make pink lemonade."

"Pink lemon!" Emma began to twirl delightedly.

"Pink lemonade isnotreal lemonade!" Jack added, suddenly scandalized.

Emma gasped, clearly horrified. "IS TOO!"

"IT'S FAKE." Jack crossed his arms. "Lemonade isyellow. Everyone knows that."

Emma stomped her foot, which didn't have the effect she wanted since she was still in her light-up glittery sneakers. "PINK! IS! BEST!"

Jack scoffed. "Oh, so what? You're just gonna put a pink food colouringin it andruinit?"

Emma gasped again, somehow even more dramatically than before. "Notruin! Itperfect!"

"Yeah, okay, but do you evenknowhow to make pink lemonade?" Jack challenged.

Emma's face scrunched up in thought. "...Mommy do it."

Jack threw his hands up. "See?! She doesn't even know how to make it!"

Emma's lower lip wobbled. "Mommymakepink lemon…"

"Oh no, no, no," Rory said quickly, stepping in before the toddler waterworks started. "We're not fighting over lemonade colors, guys."

Jack huffed. "It's aboutprinciples, Mom."

Emma stomped again, this time with extra determination. "PINK! LEMON!"

Rory pinched the bridge of her nose. "You know what? I'm declaring this a bipartisan lemonade stand. You can havebothkinds."

Jack looked appalled. "That's not how it works."

"That'sexactlyhow it works," Rory shot back. "I am theSupreme Court of Lemonadeand my ruling is final."

Logan, who had been quietly enjoying the chaos, leaned over to Rory and whispered in her ear. "That was some of your best work."

Kirk cleared his throat. "Istillneed to see a business proposal."

Lorelai appeared in the doorway, watching the scene unfold with obvious delight. "Are we forming a lemonade cartel? Because I'd like in."

Emma tugged on Rory's shirt. "Mama?"

"Yes, baby?"

Emma pouted. "Make pink lemon?"

Rory sighed, sending Logan a pointed look. "Guess I'm in the pink lemonade business now."

"Guess so." He grinned. "Just don't let Kirk take over distribution."

As the kids rushed off to set up their stand, Jack still muttering about the integrity of real lemonade and Emma triumphantly chanting "PINK! PINK! PINK!", Rory leaned back against Logan with a laugh.

"You know," she mused, watching them, "as much as I'd love a peaceful afternoon, I think I'd miss this too much."

Logan kissed the top of her head. "That's because you, my dear, weremadefor the chaos."

Rory sighed. "Yeah. I really was."

As the day wore on, the lemonade stand became less about business and more about chaos. Kirk barked out "regulations" like a self-appointed CEO, Lorelai made dramatic "pop-ins" for quality control (which mostly meant sneaking free cups of sugary goodness), and Logan kept stepping in to "audit" Jack's math whenever too many quarters ended up in Emma's little hands.

Jack took his role as stand managerveryseriously, carefully counting out change and making sure the sign faced the right direction. Clearly the boy had inherited some Richard Gilmore in him. Emma, on the other hand, had taken an entirely different approach to business, one that mostly involved drinking the product.

"Emma,no!" Jack groaned, pulling the cup from her hands. "You can't drink the lemonade! We're selling it!"

Emma crossed her arms, her lower lip jutting out, tears beginning to form. "Mine."

Jack exhaled dramatically, looking at his parents for help. Rory, who had long since learned to let some of these sibling battles play out, just raised an eyebrow. Logan smirked, clearly enjoying the show.

"It'snotyours," Jack said, hands on his hips in the exact way Logan did when he was exasperated. "It's forcustomers."

Emma frowned at him. "I pink."

Jack blinked. "What?"

"I pink," Emma repeated, pointing to the pitcher. "Pink 'monade."

"Emma, just stop," Jack waved his arms. "Nobody's gonna buy pink lemonade!"

Emma stuck her tongue out. "Mommy like pink 'monade."

Jack turned to Rory, betrayed. "Mom?"

Rory, biting back a laugh, shrugged. "She's not wrong."

Jack groaned, looking to Logan for backup. "Dad?"

Logan, a man who had negotiated billion-dollar deals, knew when he was outmatched. He put his hands up. "Hey, if there's a market for it…"

Jack threw his hands in the air. "Unbelievable."

Emma, triumphant, grabbed the crayon sign and started scribbling. "Pink!"

Kirk, who had been watching the entire exchange like a stock market analyst, leaned in toward Logan. "I have to say, thereisa growing demand for pink lemonade in the under-five demographic. This could be a smart expansion."

Jack groaned louder. "Notyou too!"

Logan clapped a hand on Jack's shoulder, grinning. "Welcome to business, bud. Sometimes you just have to pivot."

Jack grumbled something under his breath, but when the next customer, a delighted Miss Patty, walked up and specifically asked for pink lemonade, he sighed and started pouring. In typical Miss Patty fashion, she did begin to tell Jack about her sultry experiences with men on Broadway, but Rory managed to put a stop to her babbles before she got onto Rory's embarrassing tales of her encounters with Founder's day punch.

Rory sat back, watching the scene unfold, her heart full.

Stars Hollow had a way of turning everything into an event, of making even a simple lemonade stand feel like a grand production. And sure, it was ridiculous, and sure, Kirk now hadthreedifferent contracts for them to sign, but in the end, this was what made it home to her. Sure, London had become home to them and their family, but Stars Hollow would always behome.

She glanced at Logan, who was watching their kids with a mix of amusement and pride, and nudged him with her foot.

"You having fun yet?"

Logan looked at Jack, scowling as he handed over yet another cup of pink lemonade, and at Emma, sipping happily on her own.

He smirked. "Oh, absolutely."

And as Kirk launched into a speech about franchise opportunities, and Lorelai started handing out cups for free, and Emma attempted to drink straight from the pitcher, Rory laughed and leaned into Logan, knowing that this, right here, was exactly where she was meant to be.

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