She’d shown up to the diner an hour early. Mostly to try and practice what she was going to say. She had a cup of decaf (yuck) and a doughnut (yum) and pulled her out laptop to open up her list. She sighed while her eyes traveled over the facts from both sides. The pros being that a part of her still deeply loved Logan, he’d provide financial stability, and her child would have both parents around if she restarted their relationship. The cons? His parents, the fact that he sorta reminded him of her Dad no matter how he said he wasn’t, and that he’d probably want her to move away from the town she’d grown up in. She loved Stars Hollow. She wanted her child to grow up here like she had... But Logan wasn’t a small town kinda guy. Sighing she took a sip of her coffee before checking her watch. He’d be there any minute and she’d devoured her doughnut already and wanted to order more food. She looked up when the bell rang and she smiled as he came in and immediately headed toward her table.
“Hello, Ace,” he said, coming to her side, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“Logan,” she said, closing her laptop so he didn’t see her list. She didn’t want him to see it then be forced to try and explain her cons. At least not yet. “I’m glad you came.”
“Well, you asked me to, so here I am,” he said, nodding to her cup. “Can you have that?”
“Decaf,” she said, making a face. “It’s awful.”
He laughed. “I bet.”
He settled in the chair across from her and she smiled. Already she could see some people start to whisper. Okay, so maybe not living in a small town wouldn’t be so bad! In large cities, like Hartford, most people mined their own damn business. Well... She really couldn’t say that. The socialites of Hartford would have the time of their lives hearing the news of a Gilmore getting knocked up by a Huntzberger.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m fine. You?”
“Fine,” he said, smiling brightly at her. Man she loved his smile. It brightened up his whole face and whenever he smiled at her she just got lost. He made her feel like a teenager all over again with her first crush!
“How are you feeling?” he asked, eyes drifting to her stomach.
“Mostly hungry.”
“Well then we should get you some.”
“Already on it. Hey Luke!”
“What?” snapped Luke, bagging what looked to be a very large to-go order.
“We need sustenance!” demanded Rory. “Preferably in the form of waffles! And cheeseburgers!”
“Ah, geez,” muttered Luke, pointing at Rory. “You need to be healthy!”
“Add a side of fruit to that order,” said Logan, making Rory gasp.
“Traitor!”
“Concerned father,” he countered softly, making her sigh then relent.
“Okay. Fine. Fruit. And whipped cream!”
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“So. I have a feeling you didn’t just invite me here for waffles and fruit with copious amounts of whipped cream,” said Logan, slowly walking with Rory.
“You’re right. I didn’t. I wanted to talk about...” Rory sighed, sticking her hands in her pockets of her jacket, thankful that Logan insisted on holding her bad during their walk back to her childhood home. “Us. The baby. And the future.”
“Whatever you want, Ace. You know this.”
“But what do you want?” asked Rory.
“Whatever scenario has us together,” said Logan honestly, making Rory stop in her tracks to look up at him. All she saw was sincerity on his face and suddenly it was too much and she burst out in tears. “Oh God. What did I say?”
“I-I don’t know...” She blubbered, bringing both hands up to her eyes to wipe her tears away. “I just... You’re sweet, damn it. You’re too sweet!”
“Should I not be?” he asked. “I’m sorry, Rory, I’m at a loss over what I should be doing now.”
“I bet if I asked you to you’d move here. God. You’d be miserable. You’d hate it here, but you’d do it if I asked. Wouldn’t you?” Her sadness transferred to anger and she pushed at him a little, making his eyes widen. “Why do you have to be so damn sweet, Logan Huntzberger?!”
“I don’t know. I’m sorry,” he said, quickly, in a tone of voice one would use to try and soothe a growling dog. “Please don’t hit me again.”
“No. I’m sorry. I just...” Rory sighed. “This is so overwhelming.”
“How about we just get you home. Hm?”
“That’s just it, Logan. I am home. Stars Hollow is my home. I want to live here. I want to have my family here. I want my child to be exposed to Taylor’s crazy town meetings, Luke’s coffee-”
“When they’re older,” insisted Logan.
“Yeah. Sure. And Kirk’s crazy plans and my mom’s inn... I want all of that. I want the small town life for them and I don’t want to ask you to give up everything to-”
“Stars Hollow is your home, but Rory. You’re my home. I always find my way back here. In this spot. Standing with you. I love you, Ace, and even though I’m used to the large cities and bustling crowds... I want to do this. I want us.”
“But what will you do here?”
“I’ll figure it out. I always do. There are other places to work for other than my father’s business.If I have to drive to Hartford every morning then drive back here to come home to you I will.”
“Logan...”
“I know it’s a lot to think about. So I’ll just-”
“No.”
“-what?” he asked, face falling, and Rory stepped forward.
“I don’t want to think. I just want to DO. Logan, I love you.” Rory shook her head. “We’ve been running around in circles all these years and I want to stop. I want to just... Stop running. You know?”
“So what are you saying?” he asked, wanting to make sure he was reading her right before getting his hopes up.
“I’m saying I love you, you big dope, and want to spend the rest of my life with you!”
“Well when you put it that way, how could I resist?” he asked, eyebrow quirking before Rory laughed then launched herself forward to press her lips to his.
“Oh my God,” said Miss Patty, who’d been watching them the whole time from her studio.
“It’s so romantic,” said Babette. “Like one of those Hallmark movie specials.”
“I think I might cry,” said Miss Patty.
“Oh, Hun, don’t. B-Because if you start... Th-Then I start!”
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“So you and Logan are really doing this, huh.”
“We are,” said Rory.
“I’m happy for you. For both of you.”
“Are you really?” asked Rory.
“Really. I’m happy he’s staying. I’m happy he wants to be here with you.” Lorelai grinned. “I’m even happier he’s currently looking at the house down the block for the two of you. We could be in walking distance of each other for the rest of our lives. Oh! It could be like Everybody Loves Raymond. I’ll come over and baby you and cook for you-”
“You don’t cook.”
“Bring take out for you,” corrected Lorelai. “And say things like. ‘Oi. The curtains. There be dust on them!’”
“Oh geez,” muttered Rory.
“Not to mention. We can now all carpool when we go visit my mother.”
“Oh man, I don’t want to tell her yet,” said Rory. “Because she’ll be planning a wedding before Logan even asks me. If he asks me.”
“Oh, he’ll ask you. Then we get to have a wedding with the Huntzbergers. We can only hope to make it through the service without killing each other. We’ll put the Red Wedding to shame. To shame I tell you!”
“You need to stop watching so much TV.”
Lorelai gasped. “You take that back! You love TV!”
“You’re right. I do. I’m sorry, TV!” called out Rory from the kitchen.
“That’s my girl. Now... Ice cream?”
“Yes please!”
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“I love it,” said Rory, standing on the sidewalk with Logan. It was night time and quiet. Most houses were dark. Rory hadn’t been able to sleep, the kicking baby being too much. It’s been a few weeks and finally the day of the move was upon them. They stood before the house that would be theirs tomorrow, holding hands, taking in the yellow two-story with the large tree on the front yard with a tire swing that was swinging slowly in the breeze. The porch was covered and the shutters were a dark brown. Rory was already imagining her life here and her hand tightened in his. “It’s perfect. This moment is perfect.”
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re a sap,” she said, smiling though, and looking up at him through her lashes. “I love you. You know that, right?”
“I do. And I love you.”
“Can we go inside?” asked Rory.
“Tomorrow. When we get the keys handed over to us.”
“Oh,” said Rory, pouting.
“But I bet we could sit up on the porch.”
“Like an old married couple,” said Rory, laughing as she lead him up the walkway toward the porch. There were no chairs so they settled down on the cold steps. She huddled close to him, looking up at the sky, the stars twinkling down at them. “Here’s to many more nights out on the porch.”
“Hm...” He kissed the top of her head. “I like the sound of that.”
thank you all for being patient for part two of ‘Let Me In’. it’s still in the works, but I’m here to offer you a bit of a sneak peek! I will be working on it the rest of the night as well as tomorrow. Here’s hoping I can get it done!
She’d shown up to the diner an hour early. Mostly to try and practice what she was going to say. She had a cup of decaf (yuck) and a doughnut (yum) and pulled out her laptop to open up her list. She sighed while her eyes traveled over the facts from both sides. The pros being that a part of her still deeply loved Logan, he’d provide financial stability, and her child would have both parents around if she restarted their relationship. The cons? His parents, the fact that he sorta reminded him of her Dad no matter how he said he wasn’t, and that he’d probably want her to move away from the town she’d grown up in. She loved Stars Hollow. She wanted her child to grow up here like she had... But Logan wasn’t a small town kinda guy. Sighing she took a sip of her coffee before checking her watch. He’d be there any minute and she’d devoured her doughnut already and wanted to order more food. She looked up when the bell rang and she smiled as he came in and immediately headed toward her table.
“Hello, Ace,” he said, coming to her side, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
