Part Four: Parents, Grandparents and A Long Day

{ Part Five in the next week, and will be called: A Party, Name Changes and Drinks. }

- Las Vegas, Ace -

Logan slips her hand in his as he enters his father's home office. His father sat behind his desk, his mother sitting in the chair in front of the wooden desk. "Logan." Shira Huntzberger is the first one to speak, as the newly married couple entered. "I am so happy to see you both."

He gives a small smile, knowing that his mother doesn't truly feel that. "Thanks for meeting us both here. I know you are usually busy this time of day, dad."

"You said it was important." Mitchum Huntzberger said softly. A tone of voice Logan knew well, the tone to say get right to the point that he doesn't have for anything more.

"Yeah." Logan looks to Rory, giving her hand a little squeeze. He hoped his words to Rory on the way over from her mother's hotel to his parents house was still in her head. He was a little afraid that Rory might run after the what his parents might say. He takes a big breath, "As you know, Rory, the boys and I were in Las Vegas the last couple days. Anyways...Rory and I got married."

Shira dropped her glass, shattering on the ground beneath her. "What?" She shirked.

"We can fix this…" Mitchum begins to says.

Logan feels his new wife's hand tense up in his hand. "Fix what?" Logan question, clearly hurt and anger fills his voice. He knew his parents might, scratch that would, act like this but hearing this from the both of them still hurts. "I don't want to fix this. I love Rory. She is the one for me. I want to be her husband, I need her to be my wife. She makes me feel...she makes me feel like a human being. I know you might not like her, but she is the one for me. And nothing is changing that…"

"Logan, we had a plan."

"Fuck the plan!" His voice raises. Each head in the room looks to him, he wasn't expecting his voice to yell. "This is the way is going to be. Rory is now a Huntzberger. And that will not change..Rory," He stops talking for a moment and looks to her. "Do you want that to change? Do you regret marrying me?"

"No." Rory says, speaking for the first time since they arrived in the room.

"There you go. My relationship is only with Rory. Not either of you." Logan puffs. "Now, we need to go tell her grandparents and I am going to take my wife home. Goodnight, mother. Goodnight, father." With that, not wanting to give either older Huntzberger a chance to speak, he pulls Rory out of the room and back out of the house he could never call a home.

- Las Vegas, Ace -

"Well, that went well." Rory tries to joke as her new husband is driving towards her grandparents house. Only a five minute drive from the Huntzbergers but she had a feeling that Logan might be making the drive a little longer than normal. "Thank you for sticking up for me, Logan."

"Hey." His voice is calm, is filled with love and he means every single word that is about to leave his mouth. "I will always stick up for you. I love you."

"I love you, too." She says quickly. Others might not be happy about the quick marriage, but she was happy, he was happy and that was honestly all that matter.

- Las Vegas, Ace -

She waited quietly in the living room as Logan made drinks, the housekeeper getting her grandparents. Logan sits down by her, handing her a drink. "What is this?" She whispers.

"Vodka and tonic." Logan answers, hearing the footsteps of her grandparents. "You looked like you needed it. I promise it's not strong."

"Thank you." She mumbles. He was right, she needed it. Her nerves were showing now in her hands and she needed something, anything, to help her shaking.

"Rory! Logan! What a pleasant surprise." Richard Gilmore smiles, walking into the room right behind his wife.

Rory downes half the drink, before standing up, smiling wide. "Grandpa, Grandma. I hope you don't mind."

"Never!" Emily Gilmore smiles, hugging her granddaughter quickly before pulling away. "What do we owe this visit, may I ask?"

"Well, we have news." Rory answered, sitting down once her grandparents are seated. She sighs, bringing the rest of her drink to her lips and sipping at it. She feels all the eyes in the room planted on her. "I'm going to cut to the chase." She says, "Mom is angry at the both of us."

"My parents are also not the happiest about this latest improvement of our relationship." Logan adds.

"But, I am really happy. And I would like you to be happy for me...for Logan and I." She takes a deep breath and she sees the slight panic on her grandparent's face. She thinks they must think she is pregnant and she wants to let out a little laugh. She wonders for a moment if her mom, his parents would be happier if they were pregnant. A baby might be a lot more easier to hide then a marriage. "Logan and I got married a couple days ago." She smiles, a real light free smile. She brings out her hand, showing the ring on her finger.

Emily is up out of her seat, making her way to Rory's side. "It's beautiful. Logan did you pick this out yourself?"

"Yes, ma'am." He smiles, thinking for a moment about how proud he was that he picked out this ring for his love.

"You are happy, Rory?" Richard's voice says, echoing throughout the room.

"I am, Grandpa. Very happy."

"Okay. Then I approve."

"I do, too." Emily says. "We have some things to do. Make this public, maybe through a little wedding reception, and of course some wedding pictures!" The excitement in Emily's voice gets louder and clearer. "We will figure this out. Did you take his last name?"

"I did." She says.

"Lorelai Huntzberger." Emily says proudly. "It sounds so nice. So perfect…."