Epilogue: 10 years later...

Logan was sitting quietly next to Heather's hospital bed–watching his wife holding their beautiful baby girl in her arms. Lorelai Elizabeth Huntzberger (Rory for short) had been born a few hours before. They heard a quiet knock at the door.

"You up for visitors?" they heard Luke's voice call out.

"Sure, come in." Heather called out as Lorelai, Max, Luke, and Richard entered the room.

"Our granddaughter is beautiful," Lorelai said to Luke.

Luke nodded trying to blink his tears of joy from is eyes.

"Can I hold her?" Lorelai asked.

Heather nodded and handed little Rory to her mother.

"Hey there little one. I'm grandmother. And this is your grandfather she said turning Rory toward Luke. And this is Max and this is your great-grandfather."

Lorelai handed her granddaughter back to Heather.

"Hey everyone, would it be ok if I had a moment alone with Mom and Rory?"

Everyone nodded and left the room.

Lorelai sat down next to her daughter.

"So kid. How are you feeling?"

"Very tired."

Lorelai smiled. "I remember that. Having a kid is a lot of work."

Heather smiled.

"So her name's Lorelai like her grandmother."

Heather nodded. "And like my name was supposed to be. I wanted her to have a special connection to us."

Lorelai felt the tears springing to her eyes. "Thank you."

"No, thank you Mom. I love you."

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