It was almost dinner time. She had arrived home from work early today. Fridays were the worst days at the paper. Most days she was home around five in the afternoon. But not on fridays. Fridays were never ending days, where she would get home around Bella's bedtime. When she thought about that, she realized that it was the second or third friday she had arrived early this month. She had to remember to thank Logan again for his suggestion. Since she promoted Anna to Assistant Editor, her work load was extremely lighter. That girl was a genius. She would be a great editor herself one day.

She was right in time to see Logan cooking. She loved to watch him cooking for his family. Especially because it meant that she didn't have to. Logan really tried to teach her the basics, but aside from chocolate cookies and pasta, she was a waste in the kitchen. She entered the house quietly, left her bag in the table by the door, took off her shoes, stretched and was walking towards her husband, when he told her to get the table ready because he was almost finished. She took a minute to watch her husband, shirtless in their kitchen, and thought that she had more then one thing to thank him for tonight.

They ate in the kitchen, as usual. Chicken parmesan for the two adults, and meatballs for Bella. And, of course, pasta for the three of them. Friday was always a day for favorites, and it's been ages since she had Logan's chicken parmesan. Their favorite.

The happy family finish the dinner, and Logan was watching some cartoons with Bella in the family room, while Rory finished the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. She could hear the two of them laughing and talking, not bothering at all with the TV. She smiled, thinking about the first dinner they had at the house, when it was still Logan's house.

They decided to move in together, much to Emily's and Shira's dismay, when a construction company bought the small building Rory was living, along with two more buildings, to launch a shopping center. Rory gladly sold her apartment, made a nice profit from it, and moved in with Logan. Richard Gilmore couldn't be more proud of his granddaughter. Even if it had to be secretly proud. After all, like any good business woman, she made a nice profit for herself with that apartment, and got to move in with the men that he knew she loved. He just wished that the two of them would hurry up and get married, because he was getting too old to wait for great-grandchildren.

Logan's house was closer to the paper, and far enough from the Gilmore's. And the Huntzberger's. And it was the perfect house. Logan had bought it as soon as his father returned from London. Mitchum was still the CEO of the Huntzberger Publishing Group, in paper, but in reality, it was Logan who ran the company since returning to Hartford. And Roy loved this house. She and Logan had just gotten back together when he bought it, and she remembered the candle light dinner they had, with no furniture at all, in the middle of the living room. It was at that moment that she knew that this was it. She was home.

She set the coffee maker to 7 o'clock in the morning, turned off the lights in the kitchen, and went into the family room, while Logan was trying to explain to the little girl that just because Sponge Bob Squarepants lived under the sea, it didn't mean that he was friends with Sebastian, the red lobster from The Little Mermaid.

"Hey, Bella!" Rory said, smiling. "It´s bedtime, sweetie. Say 'nighty-night' to daddy, okay?"

"Okay mommy... Are you going to tell me a story? For my sleep?" she asked.

"Sure, sweetie. What story do you want to hear tonight?"

"Uhhh... I want to hear the story about you and daddy! Uncle Finn said it´s the bestest story ever!" she said with a smile, not noticing her mother´s groan. "Nighty-night, Daddy!"

"Sweet dreams, princess!" Logan replied, kissing her loudly, and making her giggle. He loved the sound of his little girl giggling. "Come on, mommy, let's get this little princess in bed, so she can hear the 'bestest' story ever!" he smirked. He knew exactly was his wife was thinking. He had to remember to thank Finn for this one.

It was the same story every night for months. Every night since last Thanksgiving, when Finn, Colin and Steph spent the holidays with them. And Finn decided to tell Bella the story of 'how Logan and Rory finally got back together'. He thought it was hilarious how those two fools spent years apart, miles away from Hartford, pretending to be happy, just to run into each other at a coffee shop down the street from the Gilmore's. And he just had to tell the story to a three year old. Making voices. Finn's famous story-telling voices. Not at all proper for a little girl to hear, but of course Logan found it vastly amusing.

"Do you want me to tell the story or do you want me to call daddy?" Rory asked, while she changed her daughter into her pj's, and got her ready to bed.

"I want you, mommy! Daddy can tell me his story tomorrow!"

Rory smiled and sat down on the bed. She couldn't understand how anyone could want to hear the same story so many times. But it felt good to have this little ritual with her little girl. Sometimes she couldn't believe that Bella was three years old. She was a little spitfire, just like her father. With the same blond hair and the same disposition for getting into trouble. Well, she could blame Finn for the 'getting into trouble' part. But her little girl had her blue eyes. The "Lorelai-exclusive blue eyes", as Logan used to say. Damn those blue eyes... She finally got what Luke and Logan said about those eyes. That little girl could get her to do anything, just looking at her with those big, blue eye. She really loved being a mom.

"Okay, baby. Are you ready? Well, it all started when mommy was late for dinner at the grandparents, because she stopped for a cup of coffee..." Rory began.

Later that night, after thanking her husband for his great ideas, like getting her an assistant editor for the paper, Rory was trying to decid how to share with her husband another set of news. She was laying in bed, with her head in his shoulder, thinking about how far they have came. She remember that cup of coffee, the one on the story she just told her daughter, like it happened yesterday.

She remembered how sweet was that first kiss. Full of promises of many tomorrows. She remembered hating having to go home, to Stars Hollow, that night. She remembered Logan walking her to her car, and promising her that they would see each other that weekend.

And Logan really surprised her. He arrived at her mother's doorstep that saturday morning, with a really big cup of coffee - for Lorelai, of course. He apologized for nearly giving her a heart attack on the phone. And he told Lorelai all about his father´s heart attack, about Honor's risky pregnancy, and his return to Hartford, and how running into Rory was the best thing that happened in the last six years of his life.

Then, with Lorelai appeased, and supplied with coffee, he took Rory for a walk. They walked to the grounds of the Dragonfly Inn, and talked for hours. He said he wasn't over her, and didn't want to be. He took her out to dinner that night, at a small Italian place in Hartford, and then took her back home. They spent that two first weeks looking for a place for Rory to live, and getting reacquainted with each other, and with each others bodies. It took Logan nearly five days to find a house, their currently house, and as soon as he got the keys, he made her that candle light dinner. It was the beginning of their life together, even if it took them almost six months to start living it.

In those six months, Mitchum was back at HPG, Logan was learning to work alongside his father without any blood being shed, and Rory was thriving in her new job as editor. Honor had had her first baby, with minimal complications, after years of trying, and Shira was slowly accepting Rory in the family. Emily and Richard were waiting with baited breath for another proposal. After all, it was 'unheard of a girl such as Rory, to be nearly thirty years old, and still not married.' Lorelai and Luke were just happy for them.

Logan lasted almost a year. He had the ring ready when Rory moved in, but he was waiting for a sign this time. He proposed after a night of great commemoration, after he received a big bonus for an addiction to the HPG portfolio. Rory thought it was all that champagne talking, but as soon as she saw the ring, she knew he was serious. And it was the right time. They were married in less then a year. But their wedding night was never to be forgotten for a very different reason. Rory spent the night in the bathroom, throwing up. Even after almost four years, she couldn't understand how someone could be that happy, that sick. But she remembered that night with a smile on her face.

"Ror, what has you smiling like that right now?" Logan asked, pulling Rory out of her memories. Really, very happy memories.

"I was thinking about our wedding night..." Rory said with a yawn. She really was tired today.

"Tired?" Logan asked, with a smirk. "It´s still early, you know! You could thank me some more for whatever reasons you like!" he said, pulling her on top of him. "What about our wedding night? Apart from all the vomiting and the lack of sleep – not at all for the reasons I was expecting, it was the best night of my life. I finally got to marry you. And learn about Bella. All in one night!" he said, and started kissing her, sweetly at first.

Before he could deepen the kiss, and start another round of celebration, Rory was up and running. She hit the bathroom before Logan could process what was happening. When he did, he asked with a really big smile in his face.

"Hey, baby, is there anything else you want to thank me for, say, another set of nights spent like our wedding night?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"I really hope THIS baby learns the correct meaning of 'morning sickness'. Because if it´s like last time, we should change its name for 'all night sickness' or something." Rory said from the bathroom door. "And this time, you're telling Colin and Finn. Because I can't take another round of your friends crying like little girls because you're going to be a daddy again."

Author's note: So, this is it! I've still got some ideas for one or two one-shots in this universe. I hope you all liked it!