Author Note: This is it! Thank you to everyone who reads and big thanks to everyone who reviews. All character belong to Gilmore Girls.

Logan's inner thoughts in italics.

Logan anxiously sits in the back of the towncar as Paul moves through the parking lot at Heathrow looking for a spot.

"Why don't you just stay with the car, and I'll go in myself," Logan says nervously.

If it's an awkward reunion, I'd rather not have onlookers. She says she's not upset with me anymore, but…

"Sure, just let me find a space to pull up," Paul responds.

A few minutes later, Paul puts the car in park and turns back to him. "Good?"

"Yeah, yeah…" Logan takes a deep breath, trying to calm his frazzled nerves. "Actually, can I borrow your sign? Do you have it?"

"Sure," Paul says, handing him a white board and a dry erase marker.

"Thanks," Logan says getting out of the car. He walks into the airport and positions himself where he can see her as she comes up the escalator.

He writes "Rory" on the board.

That's too impersonal. He erases it.

"Love of my life."

Too personal. He erases again.

"My Ace."

Perfect.

He checks the board and sees that her flight is on time, so he holds up his sign and gets ready.

He starts getting looks, and he feels a slightly embarrassed flush creep up his face. A woman about his age walks past and smiles. "I can be your Ace," she says flirtily.

He smiles back. "Sorry, position's taken."

A few minutes later, a fortyish woman approaches him. "Looking for applicants?"

He laughs again. "Sorry, already filled." Let's hope Rory appreciates this as much as other women seem to be.

Finally he sees her head pop up at the top of the escalator, and his heart begins pounding.

She sees his sign, breaks into his favorite smile, and runs toward him, suitcase rolling behind her. He drops the sign to catch her as she flings her arms around his neck and holds him close. He squeezes her so tight she lifts off the ground, giggling.

"Oooh, I missed you," he whispers in her ear as he sets her back down.

"Me too," she replies pulling back to kiss him fully on the lips.

An elderly lady leans into their space and tells Rory "I'm glad you got here, love. He's been getting a lot of volunteers."

"I'm sure," she says smiling at him, reaching down to pick up his sign. "But I'm your Ace," she says possessively.

"Yes, you are," he says, kissing her again. "How was your flight?"

"Long. I have one bag to pick up in baggage claim, but I cannot wait to get to your apartment and just stretch my legs out."

"My flat," he corrects her, smiling. "You're in London now, Gilmore."

He takes her bag, and they head toward the baggage area to wait on her suitcase.

I am so happy that it's not weird at all. I guess she really does forgive me for this Marty/Lucy mess.

As they stand to wait, Rory encircles his waist with her arms, and he leans down to kiss her. She turns full into him and kisses back, passionately.

"Let's get your bag and get going," he whispers.

They find her suitcase quickly and head outside to the car.

He introduces her to Paul, and they climb into the backseat as Paul puts her suitcases in the trunk.

"What first?" Rory asks.

"Well, the first few days I have a little tour for you," Logan says seductively.

"A tour? Of what? London?"

"Nope. My flat. I plan on showing you my bed… the couch… the shower… maybe even the kitchen table if you play your cards right," Logan says, smirking.

Rory leans into his neck and nuzzles. "How about the backseat of this car? Any stops here?" She slides her leg over him and straddles his lap.

He pulls her hips close and groans in appreciation. "No condoms."

"Logan!"

"On purpose," he tells her. "I ride in this car to work every day. I can't have memories like that in here, or I will walk in there every day with a raging hard-on."

"Don't you only have a few weeks left?" she pouts.

Fuck. Good point.

"Yes… I guess I didn't think this through… We'll be home in about ten minutes though. We can hold out for a bit," he says, trying to convince them both.

She just continues kissing his neck and rolling her hips on him. "Okay, we'll wait a few minutes," she whispers.

"Baby…"

"We'll just make out like teenagers," she says, then after a moment she laughs. "Well, I guess what I did as a teenager. Not what you did as a teenager."

I don't know how she can be so cavalier talking about other girls I've slept with. It makes me insane.

"Well, if I had known you as a teenager, it would have all been different," he says.

She stops kissing him and searches his eyes. "You're saying that you would have been fine waiting around for me? I dated Dean for two years and didn't sleep with him."

"I would wait for you forever," he whispers.

Her hands are on either side of his face, and his hands have a tight grip on her hips as they stare into each other's eyes.

"I love you so much," she says, kissing him again.

After a few more heated minutes, they feel the car stop, and Logan looks out the window. "Oh, we're here." He pecks her lips one more time and whispers, "Climb off, Babe. I need a sec. Paul doesn't need to see me like this."

Rory laughs, and opens the car door, climbing out onto the sidewalk. He shifts around and rearranges himself until he isn't about to bust out of his pants, then follows her.

He takes Rory's bag from Paul telling him "I got this, man. Thanks. I'll be in touch."

He takes Rory into the building, introducing her to the front desk staff, and pushing the button for the elevator. As soon as the doors close, she is all over him again, kissing him and moving her hand over his reappearing erection.

The doors open, and he practically drags her down the hallway to his apartment. He unlocks the door, pulls her in, shuts it behind them, and then backs her up against the door. His mouth is on hers again, a hungry moan escaping from him.

Coats, scarves, shoes, clothes. They all fall away quickly until they are skin on skin, hands and mouths everywhere. "Don't move," he whispers.

In preparation for her visit, he has wisely stashed condoms all over his flat. He grabs one from the end table by the couch, slides it on, and heads right back to her. He pulls her legs around his body, picking her up and spinning her around until he has her tight against the wall in the dining room. They shift their bodies until she is able to slide down unto him. They both gasp, before burying their heads into each other's necks and moving quickly together.

Rory comes within minutes. "Logan… I…"

He pulls her off the wall and lays her down on the dining room table, pumping faster and faster until he erupts inside of her. He hovers over her, catching his breath.

Wow.

"You didn't mention the tour coming to the dining room table in the itinerary," she giggles.

"Unexpected stop," he pants. "So… this is my dining room."

"It's lovely," she whispers.

Logan pulls her off the table and takes her by the hand, leading her towards his room. "Let's get you acquainted with my bedroom."

Logan pads out of his bedroom the next morning. He grabs the paper from outside his door, starts the coffee pot, and turns on his laptop, running through his emails and checking the news. He plans on getting a little bit of work done before Rory wakes up.

Within thirty minutes though, Rory is awake and shuffling down the hall toward him. She is wearing one of his T-shirts, and her hair is braided down over her shoulder. He smiles as she approaches.

I have really missed living together. Just how normal it feels to share space.

She stops as she looks over at the front door where all of yesterday's clothes still sit.

"Oh my God," she exclaims. "Have you noticed this?"

Logan smirks. "Yeah, you wanted me pretty bad."

"Shut up."

He closes his laptop and pours her a mug of coffee. "Why are you up so early?" he asks as he hands her the cup.

"I don't know. I noticed you were gone, so… I came to find you," she answers.

They sit down at the kitchen table together. He hands her the paper, but she quickly sets it aside.

"Last night was amazing," Rory begins. "But maybe we should talk a little this morning. Do you have to work or do you have time?"

"I have time. And you're right," he sighs. Just get it over with. Admit you're a total idiot, and you completely fucked up. "I really am so sorry about Lucy. I let Marty get to me, and… I was… jealous."

"Of Marty? Really? Why?"

"Come on, Ace. Ever since you showed up to that party with Robert, we both know I'm irrational when it comes to you and other guys. But I definitely pushed it too far this time. I'm going to work on it. I promise… The distance has been hard for me. Harder even then I've let on. I'm always worried that you are going to call me and tell me it's too much. And… sometimes I let my imagination get the best of me. I just hate not being close enough to remind you how great we are together," Logan says.

"Logan. Why didn't you just tell me Marty was bothering you so much?" she asks.

"Because it's stupid. You told me there was nothing on your end, and I wanted to believe you. I mean, I know you love me. I do. And I hate being so insecure. But sometimes… I guess I am. Whether it's real, like Jess, or ridiculous, like Marty. I know how amazing you are, and I know I'm not the only one who knows it," he tells her.

She reaches across the table for his hand. "Jess is not real either. I promise. And we only have a few more weeks."

"I know. I really am so sorry," he reiterates.

"I've hated the distance too. Obviously, I've gotten jealous and said stupid things also." She pauses and takes a sip of coffee. "It hasn't all been bad though."

Logan scoffs. "Which parts haven't been bad?"

"I've saved all of the love letters you've sent since you left. I put them in a box with your copy of Gatsby. Sometimes when I really miss you, I read through them, and I remember why we are going through this," she says. "I'll have those forever. So that's something good."

"You know, last Christmas when we were broken up, I was so miserable. I drove out to my family's cabin in Vermont. I was trying to come up with… like... a strategy to get you back, and I reread The Great Gatsby. It was always my favorite, but I read it with a… I don't know… a new perspective, I guess. Something about how Gatsby was willing to completely devote himself to being good enough for Daisy. I wanted to do that."

"Logan… You were always good enough for me." Rory smiles. "And I would never want you to change who you are. I reread Gatsby too after you sent it to me. I had forgotten how beautiful and tragic it was. Did you ever read the Pride and Prejudice I sent you?"

"Yeah. I told you that, right?" he asks. When she shakes her head 'no', he continues. "I read it right around your birthday. I thought it would help me feel closer to you."

"Aw. Did you like it?"

"It took me a little while to get into it," he admits. "But then I could see the appeal. And I can actually really relate to Darcy."

"Really?" she asks.

"Yeah. He's a rich prick, but he sure does love his girl," Logan says, lifting her hand and kissing her knuckles, bringing a smile to her face. "You know something else good about the distance?"

Rory looks at him, eyebrows raised.

"I wouldn't have even thought it possible, but the sex has gotten hotter," he says.

Rory flushes. "I guess I have gotten a little more adventurous."

Logan smiles, his eyes crinkling. "Yes, you have," he says, nodding his head.

Rory picks up their coffee cups and moves them to the counter before coming back to the table and settling into his lap. "Speaking of, I believed I was promised a tour of the kitchen table." She leans in to kiss his jawline just below his ear.

"Well, you had to play your cards right," he teases her.

She traces the corner of his ear with her tongue. "How's my hand looking?"

"Pocket aces, Ace," he whispers as he pulls his T-shirt off of her.

That night, Logan holds Rory's hand as they stand in front of Bobbi and Harry's door. They are soon greeted warmly and escorted into the flat.

"Rory, darling," Bobbi coos. "We're so glad you're here. This is my boyfriend Harry."

"Really nice to meet you," Rory says, shaking his hand and grinning.

"Well, come in, come in. Drinks are in the kitchen, food is in the dining room. Everyone's here. Let me show you around," Bobbi begins, linking arms with Logan and Rory. Under her breath, she murmurs "No sneaking off to shag in my flat. I know how you two operate."

Logan laughs at Rory's blush.

He watches her through the night as she gets to know his friends here. It's just like how quickly she took into the Life and Death Brigade. Everyone loves her.

She settles onto the couch with him, and he wraps his arms around her, kissing her temple.

"Everyone is really great," she says. "But you couldn't have mentioned at any point in the last seven months that Bobbi has a boyfriend that she lives with?"

"Ace, I've told you. I don't think about her at all. So, honestly, it never really crossed my mind. Harry's cool though." He leans in and whispers "I actually like him a lot more than I like her."

Rory laughs and replies. "We can really be idiots, can't we? I mean, making up stuff to be jealous about. Let's not do that anymore, okay?"

"I'll do my best," he promises, leaning in close to kiss her again.

The next day they wake up late, lazily snuggling and kissing. Logan hasn't had this many days off since he graduated Yale, and he is determined to enjoy it as much as possible.

"Let's go get breakfast, and then we can look for a Christmas tree," he says, nuzzling her neck.

"You mean a Hanukkah bush, right?" she asks, giggling.

He flips her toward him so they are face to face. "No. I mean a Christmas tree. I know you have traditions with your mom, but I hated Christmas with my parents. I was always just counting down the days until I could get back to school. But I want to spend this Christmas with you. I want traditions that are just ours." As a last ditch effort, he gives her his best puppy dog face and lays it on thick. "We missed the holidays together last year."

"Logan… that's so sweet. Okay, let's get a tree."

"Maybe that's why your mom doesn't like me… Do she think I'm trying to take you away from her?" he asks. Which I guess I am. But isn't it natural for adults to leave their parents behind?

"Stop. My mom likes you."

Logan raises his eyebrows at her.

"She does. I promise. And she knows how much I love you. And that's what she really cares about," Rory says.

I don't believe it, but I guess I have the rest of my life to get Lorelei to like me.

"Come on. Let's go," Logan says, kissing her nose and rolling out of the bed.

He takes her all through his neighborhood. They buy a tree off a street corner and find decorations and trinkets in the Superdrug near his flat. It's tacky and cheesy, and he loves every minute of it.

He makes them mugs of instant hot chocolate with mini marshmallows, while Rory opens a tube of premade cookie dough.

"Christmas cookie?" Rory asks. She spoons out a hunk of cookie dough to him.

"Ace… Shouldn't we put them in the oven? Isn't the smell like… the best part?"

"We will, but it just tastes so good like this," she replies.

"Fine," he says taking the spoon. "How's the tree looking?"

"Kind of Charlie Brown-ish," Rory says.

"That's what I'm going for," he tells her with a laugh. "My house always had the perfect tree and the perfect decorations, and I was never allowed to help do any of it. So this looks like crap, but we did it together. I think it's awesome."

He leans over to kiss her, the sugary taste of cookie dough hitting his tongue. "Didn't you get whipped cream and chocolate sauce and stuff too?" he asks.

"Yes, but its 4:00. You want dessert now?"

"I want dessert always," he laughs.

Rory looks puzzled for a second. "But you always get on to me about sweets before- oh… Oh. Yeah, I'll go get the stuff."

"Oh my gosh, Logan! It's amazing!" Rory squeals when she enters their suite in Paris. "I can't believe this view," she says throwing back the curtains.

He comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. "Nothing but the best for my girl."

"It's so romantic," she whispers.

"I know," he whispers back, grinning. "Come on. Let's go outside before the snow gets too heavy."

They spend the day wandering Paris, doing all sorts of touristy things. They stop into a charcuterie for dinner, gorging on cheese, baguettes, and wine.

They stumble back out into the street, slightly drunk and completely in love.

"I'm so happy, Logan. You make me so happy," she slurs, leaning into his side.

He tightens his grip on her fingers and tries to kiss the top of her head. In his inebriation, he misses and his nose crashes into her temple.

"Ow. Fuck. I didn't realize I was so drunk until I got up and tried to walk out of there," he says.

Rory giggles. "Me too. Let's go sit in that park for a minute until everything stops moving around me."

They head to a bench and sit for a spell, cuddled together for warmth. Logan sighs against her. "You make me so happy too, Ace. I want it to always be this way."

"Always?"

He looks deep into her eyes.

I should just ask her now. The ring's not ready, but this is the moment.

"Always," he replies. I want to spend every day with you for the rest of my life. Making you happy. Will you marry me?

He takes a deep breath, calming his nerves. He shifts to one leg, ready to drop down to his knee. "Rory-"

"I can see how my parents got caught up in the moment here. It's so romantic, that you just want to make dumb decisions with life-changing consequences. Like 'Sure let's just get married. Who cares if Rory's not here to be part of it, and I'm still in love with Luke,'" she says.

He sits back against the bench. Okay. Not the right moment anymore.

"I'm sorry. We're not talking about my parents anymore. Were you saying something?" she asks.

"Not really. Just that I love you so much."

She smiles back at him placing her hand on his thigh. She kisses him deeply before responding. "If we can't walk, let's get a cab. We need to get back to the hotel. Right now."

He laughs. "God, I love it when you're this direct."

"It's probably the wine talking."

"I'll have room service bring us another bottle."

They are packing up their things, getting ready for the trip to Rome.

Rory turns to him as they get into the elevator. "Would it be a huge waste of your money if we don't go to Rome?"

"Don't worry about the money. Is everything okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, I just… Rome is going to be so crowded at Christmas with everyone packing into the Vatican, and I was thinking maybe we could just go back to your apartment and spend it together. Alone."

He smiles at her. "Of course. That sounds so much better. We'll just change trains." He thinks for a few moments. "I don't want you to ever worry about money. I know you don't really need or want it from me, but I will always take care of you."

She smiles. "I know. But you don't have to. I just always want the lines to be clear. I'm not with you because of your money or your name."

"Trust me- I know. You've made that abundantly clear. But not just money. Whatever you need. Support… encouragement… sex." He pauses while they both laugh. "I wanna take care of you. Will you just let me?"

"Okay," she says. "One day, when my life is a disaster, I'll definitely let you swoop in to clean up the mess. Deal?"

"Like that will ever happen," he scoffs.

On Christmas morning, Rory awakens first, then shakes him awake. "Logan. Get up! It's Christmas!"

He picks his head up groggily, while Rory quickly jumps out of bed to pull on pajamas.

"Do you think Santa came?" she asks, smiling.

"No. We were very naughty last night. Take your clothes off and get back in bed," he says.

"Lo-gan! We have to get up early on Christmas."

"Okay," he says, breathing in deeply. "I'm up."

I wanted Christmas traditions with her.

She heads out (surely she'll make coffee, right?), and he pulls on some pants and a sweatshirt. He grabs her gift from his closet, stops to brush his teeth, and then enters the living room.

He walks in to find Rory standing in front of the tree with a gift, and she's so cute, he can't help but smile at her.

"Let's open the gifts from Honor first, and then we'll exchange ours," he suggests.

"Honor got something for me? But I didn't get her anything!" Rory says.

"Yes, you did. We sent her a spa package and got Josh a new driver," Logan tells her.

"Wow. I really dropped the ball there. Thanks."

"No problem. Here," he says, handing her the gift from under the tree before sitting down beside her on the couch.

They both open Honor and Josh's gifts to find a cashmere sweater for him and a suede clutch for Rory.

"It's gorgeous," she says. "I can always count on Huntzbergers for great purses. Now here, open yours. It's kind of cheesy, but I loved it."

"I'm sure I'll love it too," he says, tearing the wrapping paper off the small box. Inside he finds a tie clip.

"You always have to wear ties now, and… just look at the inside," Rory says.

The inside is engraved 'Logan' on one side of the pin, and 'Rory' on the other. He smiles.

"Ace, it's perfect."

"Now, even when you're at work, we'll be together," she says, smiling shyly. "Is it too corny?"

"No, baby, I love it. I'll use it every day." He leans in for a kiss. "Now open mine."

She unwraps hers to find a velvet box containing large round sapphire earrings. "Logan… these are gorgeous. They're too much."

Nothing is too much for you.

"They absolutely are not. They're called Ceylon sapphires. They are the exact same color as your eyes."

"Well now I feel conceited saying this, but they are beautiful," she says.

"There's this little jewelry shop between my office and the food trucks where we eat lunch," he explains. "And every day, I would stop in the window and stare at these earrings because they looked like your eyes. Finally, after a few weeks, this older lady comes out and tells me to come inside because she wants to know why I stare at these earrings every day… and this is when I hadn't seen you for months so I was miserable, and I spilled our whole story.

The lady's name is Magda, and she escaped Nazi Poland as a child. She has amazing stories, and she's kind of my buddy now. I'll take you by there before you go home. She really wants to meet you. See these eyes she's heard so much about."

"Aw. I would love that," Rory says sliding the earrings into her earlobes. "How do they look?"

"You look beautiful." He leans in to kiss her again, this time sliding his tongue into her mouth. "Actually though… I'm not sure they match what you have on. You should probably take your clothes off." He smirks.

She laughs. "You are relentless! I am not taking my pajamas off! It's time to start our new traditions," she says jumping up from the couch and running back to the bedroom.

She returns a moment later with a stack of DVDs. "Christmas movies! All day in our pajamas."

"I thought we weren't doing any Christmas things," he teases. "I hope you brought Yentl and Fiddler on the Roof. I converted to Judaism for this."

"Lo-gan. Stop. You were right. I want Christmas with you. I brought It's a Wonderful Life, Miracle on 34th Street, A Christmas Story, and Christmas Vacation. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect," he says.

They spend the morning snuggled up on the couch in their pajamas, watching through the movies she selected.

They take a break midday to attempt a meal. They roast a turkey breast and mash potatoes. Chop a salad and slice into a store-bought pie. They're so inexperienced that it takes all afternoon and the meal ends up being dinner.

I'm better in the kitchen than she is, but that's not saying a lot.

It turns out decent, though far from perfect, and he is pleased when Rory declares it the best meal she's ever eaten.

"Well, that's obviously not true. We just came from Paris, where every meal was better than this," he laughs. "But I appreciate your lies. This is the first holiday meal I've ever had not made by a paid chef. So I'm pretty proud of it. We didn't set the kitchen on fire, and it was edible."

"It was the best thing I've ever made. And next year we'll be even better," Rory says.

"Next year…" he agrees. He lifts his glass of wine to her. "To next year. It's gonna be big for us, baby."

She smiles a shy smile and clinks his glass. "I wish I were as confident about everything as you are."

"Well, what are you worried about? Not me, right? Because I'm a sure thing," he says, smirking.

"No, not you. Just… a job. Sometimes, I think about what your dad said to me, and…"

"Hey- do not listen to the Mitchum in your head. He has told me my whole life that I'm not good enough, and look how wrong he was. He's wrong about you too. I would be shocked if you don't have your pick of papers," he reassures her.

She smiles her biggest smile, and then says "Let's clean up and then go watch It's a Wonderful Life. That's the perfect one to end on."

Rory quotes practically the entire thing, bringing a smile to his face, and when it ends, he leans over to kiss the top of her head. "Perfect day, Ace."

"It's not quite over. I got you one more thing," she says.

I hope she didn't get anything big. I know she's been worried about money lately.

She runs back to the bedroom for a moment. She comes back in wearing a Santa hat and a red satin camisole with little red shorts. There are white gloves pulled up over her elbows. She turns her iPod on to "Santa Baby" and starts shimmying.

Logan feels his mouth go dry. Breathe. Swallow.

"I know I'm a terrible dancer, but that's not actually the point here…" She slowly pulls off the gloves and throws them at him cheekily. She puts the Santa hat on his head.

"Merry Christmas to me," Logan says, as Rory turns around to sit in his lap. He reaches up for her breasts as she moves her ass against his erection. She gasps a little when he pinches her nipples, but she keeps swishing her hips on him, driving him crazy. She turns around, kneels in front of him, and pulls at his pants. He lifts his hips to help her, trying to calm his mind down.

"I guess Santa did come," Logan smirks.

"Santa's about to make you come," she purrs, leaning down and taking him into her mouth.

He puts his hands into her hair and watches her mouth move up and down on him.

Best. Christmas. Ever.

He smiles to himself as his eyes flutter close.

"So what exactly is Boxing Day?" Rory asks him the next day over coffee and breakfast.

"From what I gather, it's just a day off. There's a lot of shopping deals like our Black Friday, and there's a football match. Er, you know I mean soccer, right? And I'm sure there's some religious aspect that goes with it. Church of England stuff. But I don't know that part."

"So, it's just another day to be lazy? That's a holiday I can fully get behind," she says, laughing. "And what do you know about Black Friday?"

"Umm... Not much. Just the videos of people stampeding each other for big TVs. Is there more to it than that?" he asks with a laugh. "Whatever. Let's go out today. I can take you into the park where I run, and if you're up to it, we can walk down to my office, and I can show it to you while no one is there. It's really not that far, I promise."

She looks at him, disbelieving. "Not that far means totally different things to me than it does to you."

"Well, if you get tired, I'll carry you. Or we can just get in a cab," he promises.

She reluctantly agrees, and they leave the flat to walk around in Hyde Park. Holding hands, he points out various statues and takes her to Round Pond to feed the swans.

She is enjoying herself, no matter how much she hates being active.

Light snow begins to fall, and she turns to him grinning with snowflakes attached to her lashes. She is almost twirling in her giddiness, and again, he thinks-

Now is the perfect time. Just tell her you want to marry her.

"Ace-"

"Do you want to eat? I'm starving. I could double my weight right now. We could go into one of those pubs we passed and get something really greasy and unhealthy," she interrupts him. "Counteract some of this exercise you've been making me do."

"Um, yeah, sure."

I am obviously going to have to find a time where she can't ramble over me.

They head out of the park and out on to the street where they quickly find a place for Rory to eat.

"Okay. Feel better?" he asks her an hour later.

"So much better. Let's go see your office," she says.

He takes her by the hand and leads her on the twenty minute walk to his office. He takes her upstairs and shows her Steven's desk first.

"You're going to miss him, aren't you?" she asks.

"Oh, yeah. He's unbelievably organized. I wish he was coming with me, but his family is here and his girlfriend."

"So," she says softly. "Have you met your new secretary in New York?"

"I have," he says, a smirk coming across his face.

I know where she's going with this.

"Do you like her? I mean, will she be as good as Steven?" she asks.

"I doubt he'll be as good as Steven, but, no worries, I did specifically request a big swarthy dude," Logan says, smiling. "With... a cheesy goatee. Now they couldn't find anyone qualified with the goatee, but they definitely found me a guy. I'll try and convince him into the goatee once he starts."

"I'm sorry. I said I wasn't going to let any of this bother me anymore."

"Ace, it's okay. I would rather have a guy anyway. Just so you never worry about it. Even in the back of your mind. Now, do you want to see everything else?" he asks.

She nods, and he takes her around the floor showing her the conference rooms, the break room, and finally to his personal office.

"Wow, Logan. This is a really great view," she gushes. "Does it get loud?"

"It does at certain times of day. But I love it. I don't think my space in New York will be nearly this special."

"Why?" she asks.

"I don't think I have a window for starters. But there's just something special about the first office I think. This is the first place I really actually worked hard. Is that stupid?" he asks.

"No," she says. "The first anything in your life is special."

The first person I ever loved. Lived with. Devoted myself to.

God I want to ask her right now. Now that the idea is in my head, I can't get it out.

Instead he asks "Do you want to go by Magda's store now? She may be closed today, but we can peek in. It's only like a block or so away."

Rory nods, and they head back down the elevator and out into the cold London air. He accompanies her the two blocks to the shop and is thrilled to find it open.

The bell rings when he opens the door, and Magda herself comes out from the back.

"Logan, my dear. What brings you here?" she asks in accented English before spotting Rory behind him. "Oh! You must be his love!" She comes around the counter to embrace Rory. "I feel like I know you."

"Logan has told me a lot about you too," she says blushing.

"Oh, these eyes!" Magda gushes. "Just as beautiful as you described," she says to Logan.

Logan nods, beaming.

"Do you like the earrings?" Magda asks Rory, tucking Rory's hair behind her ear so that she can admire the sapphires.

"Oh, I love them. They're gorgeous," Rory exclaims.

"And they look beautiful on you. Come here. Let me see something," Magda says, before she turns and goes back behind the counter. She reaches into her cabinet and pulls out a matching round sapphire ring on a simple band.

"Let me see your hand, love." She takes Rory's hand and slips the ring onto her third finger. "This is a little big. You are a size six, no?"

"Oh, I have no idea. I don't really have any rings that aren't costume jewelry," Rory admits.

"Okay. Let me size you." Magda pulls out a little set of silver rings trying them on Rory's finger until she finds the size she likes. "Six and a quarter."

"Do you like that ring?" Logan asks Rory.

"Well, of course. It's amazing. But it's too much, Logan. You can't get it," she says.

We'll see about that.

Logan looks to Magda. "I guess we're not getting it then."

"That's okay, my dear. Will you be back to see me before you move?" she asks, looking at him pointedly.

"Of course," he smiles. "I would never leave town without saying goodbye to my best girl." He leans over the counter to kiss her cheek.

"Goodbye, dear Rory," she says.

Rory smiles at Magda as they turn to leave the store. Logan hails a cab, puts Rory in it, and says "Hold on. I forgot to tell her something." Before Rory can comment, Logan rushes back into the store.

"That was perfect! She has no idea you were measuring her finger. How long do you need to size the engagement ring?" he asks.

"I can probably get it back in ten days or so. Is that quick enough?"

"Yes. I'm here for another three weeks. And I want to get the sapphire too. It'll be perfect for next Christmas, right?"

"Yes, it will be perfect. I thought you might like it," Magda says with a knowing smile. "Now go have fun while your lovely bird is here."

"Thanks, Magda. I'll see you soon."

When he gets back into the cab, Rory is looking at him with an intense stare. "Did you go back and buy that ring?" she asks.

"No."

"Logan…"

"Honestly. I swear. Check my pockets. I just wanted to tell her again how much we both love the earrings and to thank her for helping me pick them out," he says, fibbing just a little.

I didn't buy it. I'm going to buy it. So I'm not actually lying.

The cab has gone a few blocks when Rory exclaims "Logan, look! It's snowing! Let's get out and walk the rest of the way. Can we?"

"If you want to walk, how can I say no?" Logan leans forward to tap the cab driver on the shoulder.

They stroll home hand-in-hand as the snow falls lightly around them. "Thanks for coming here, Ace."

"Logan, of course. This has been such an amazing trip. And now when I leave, it'll only be sixteen days until you're home for good," she says. "And then we don't have to ever be apart again."

Logan smiles.

We don't ever have to be apart again.

Logan looks around his flat for the last time. His life is packed into boxes around him. He pulls on his coat and grabs the bags that are coming with him.

The moment is bittersweet. He has actually enjoyed it all- London, his apartment, his work, and the friends he's made.

But nothing has been worth being away from her.

He double-checks his suitcase one last time to make sure the rings are safely packed away and then heads out to the elevator.

I'll be home by tonight, and I'm never going to be apart from her again.

Rory is waiting to greet him in baggage claim as he rides down the escalator at LaGuardia. They embrace, though it is without the normal degree of desperation.

This time, I'm not leaving in a few days. We have all the time in the world.

They get in the taxi line and endure forty minutes of traffic to arrive at his new loft in Tribeca. He takes Rory up the stairs and opens the door to an apartment filled with twinkle lights.

"Logan! How did you do all this?" she squeals.

"Honor did it," he admits. "Do you like it?"

"I love it. I love you. Oh, I'm just so glad you're home," she sighs.

"Come here," he says, dropping his bags and pulling her out onto the balcony. "This is the best part." He pulls her into his lap as he lays down on one of the deck chairs. "What do you think?" he asks.

"Perfect," she replies as she snuggles against him. They lay there quietly looking at the stars, just happy to be breathing the same oxygen.

It is perfect. And it's only going to get better now that I'm home. I'm going to stop being so jealous and stupid. I'll love her better than she ever could have imagined.

And I'm going to marry her.

A/N: Sorry to end on such a bittersweet thought. But to me, Logan probably came home thinking he was doing great at his job, he had a kick-ass apartment in NYC, and things were rock-solid with Rory. He would have had no clue that it would all blow up in a few months.

Thank you to all of you who read and especially to those who review. I appreciate your feedback so much. This took a lot of time because there was so much actual R/L interaction, and I couldn't just make it all up in my head. Also a lot more sex than I normally write, so hopefully that worked for you too.

On to my post-series/ Revival stuff, which will should have quicker updates! See you there.