A/N: So, the idea for this story basically came from Lorelai and Chris eloping in season seven. I thought to myself, 'what if Rory and Logan had eloped instead?'

For some reason I don't really enjoy the Rory/Logan marriage stories as much as others (With a few exceptions of course) but I wanted to write my own and see where it goes. It's basically going to follow a year in the life of our favourite couple and deal with all the trials and tribulations heading their way. They say the first year of marriage is the hardest and I think with the families they both have, that could be true. Thanks to everyone who reviewed so far and keep it up.

I don't own the show, just this story and my ideas.

Let's Jump!

Chapter Four: The Big Freak Out

Logan stood in the elevator waiting for it to reach his floor, his mind busy thinking over every last detail of the day ahead. He was getting married today. Married. How crazy was that? He leaned against the wall, humming along to the dreadful elevator muzak. This just proved how much of a good mood he was in. He was humming.

He was on his way back to the apartment to pick up some things he had forgotten and to see his bride to be. As the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, he made his way to the front door of his apartment. A smile grew on his face in anticipation as he turned the door handle and entered their home.

As soon as he walked in, his eyes widened to see the place was a mess. There were clothes strewn everywhere around the apartment. There was a trail of coffee mugs all over the apartment. He followed the trail into the bathroom where Rory was sitting on the floor, holding two different pairs of earrings, staring intently at them, trying to decide which ones to wear. Her brown curls framed her face as she sat hunched on the floor in her white dressing gown. He watched her for a few moments as she obviously wasn't aware of his presence. When she let out a heavy sigh of frustration, he decided to take pity on her.

"Ace?" His voice was soft, full of love for the woman he was going to marry in roughly six hours and thirty-three minutes. The sound of his voice penetrated through her blurry mind and she gazed up to look at him. Logan frowned as he noticed the tears running down her cheeks and instantly was kneeled down on the floor beside her, pulling her into his comforting embrace. She began to sob violently as he held her. He didn't know whether he should be concerned, or angry at whoever it was that had reduced her to tears.

"Ace, what's wrong? What happened?" There was no response. She clung onto him, tears streaming as he stroked his fingers lovingly through her hair. He held her tighter and kissed the top of her head. "Rory?"

Rory pulled away and he wiped his hand over her tear-stained cheeks. He kissed her forehead as she tried to gain some composure and squeezed her shoulders. "I don't….I can't…none of them…my dress." She hiccupped; Logan had no idea what she was trying to tell him. He hugged her close as another huge sob escaped and she began howling into his shoulder. He rubbed her arm soothingly, whispering to her as he would a small child.

"I don't understand." he admitted only to hear her wails of pain grow louder. He slid down so he was sitting on the floor and pulled her firmly against his chest. Her arms were wrapped tight around him and her face was buried into his chest, soaking his shirt in tears.

He heard her mutter something into his chest, but he couldn't make it out. He was starting to get worried now. Maybe she had changed her mind. Maybe she decided that she didn't want to elope and get married in secrecy. Or maybe she decided that she didn't want to get married at all. Feeling the panic set in, he tried to prise her off him and get her attention. He brushed her hair away which was sticking to her wet face. He cupped her chin gently with his hand and gazed down at her. His brown eyes trying to read her mind to discover whether his worst nightmare was coming true.

"Rory, what's wrong?" Rory sat up and then handed him the two pairs of earrings as she sniffed and rubbed under her eyes. He looked at her closely and then at the shiny little diamonds in his hand. His eyes were drawn back to hers and he frowned.

"I can't decide which go better with my dress. I don't know whether I should wear a veil or a tiara. Should I wear flats or heels? I don't have anything old or new, or borrowed or blue." She started crying again and Logan couldn't help but smile as the relief passed through him. She was having a freak out. She wasn't changing her mind. She was just having an attack of the pre-wedding nerves. She wouldn't be Rory without worrying about every tiny detail.

Rory looked up at him as she felt his chest rise and fall through laughter. She frowned at him, not understanding how he could possibly find anything even slightly amusing at this point.

"Logan." she whined and shoved him in the chest. Logan pulled her close against him and kissed her tenderly. Rory pushed away and turned away from him with a pout on her face. Logan kept his eyes on her and knew that she would eventually give in. A few seconds later she had turned back to face him and a small smile grew over her features. "It's not funny."

Logan stopped laughing and slid his arm behind her. He rest his head on hers and took her hand in his, playing with her ring finger.

"There's just so much to think about. I thought with us just keeping it simple, it would be just that, simple. But there is so much stuff." she said letting out her feelings of being overwhelmed. Logan began to feel bad for her. Here she was on her wedding day, sitting, crying on the bathroom floor having to go through all of this by herself. He knew how hard it must be for her to not have her mother involved. Logan was fortunate that he would have both Colin and Finn there at the ceremony. Rory had no one. He had toyed with the idea of asking Honor to help her and even considered calling Paris. Lorelai was ruled out, as was Emily Gilmore. He tried to think of who he could call to come and be there for her on her big day. Someone who meant a lot to her and who would be on their side.

As an idea hit him, he kissed Rory's forehead and then moved away, pulling himself up from their position on the floor.

"I'll be right back." He left her alone in the bathroom with her thoughts and then when he returned a few minutes later, he had a smile on his face. He offered her his hand and pulled her up from the floor. He led her through to the bedroom, where he sat her down on the bed and kneeled before her, holding her hands in his while staring up at her.

"Why are you smiling?" she asked growing increasingly annoyed by the smile on his face. Logan laughed softly and reached into his jacket pocket bringing out a small black jewellery box. He handed it to her and watched her expression as she opened it. Her eyes widened as she stared down at the gold antique bracelet. It was the most spectacular thing she had ever seen. Her head snapped up and she scanned his face in wonder. Logan smiled.

"This can be your something new and your something old. It was my grandmothers. I was going to give it to you on our honeymoon, if we ever go on a honeymoon, that is." He spoke softly, as Rory removed the bracelet from the box. She closely examined the delicate piece of jewellery and then fixed her eyes on his.

"I can't accept this. Logan it's…"

"It's yours. I want you to have it." Rory was speechless and watched as Logan took the bracelet from her and unclasped it. He then held up her wrist and reattached it, giving it an admiring glance. Rory stared down at it and then back at him. She smiled and then pulled him closer for a passionate kiss.

As she pulled away, she wiped away a stray tear as Logan ran his hands along her thighs and under her dressing gown. Rory shoved him away.

"Hey. Keep your paws off Huntzberger!" she teased and then quickly pushed him away. Logan groaned as she made her way through to the kitchen while admiring her new/old bracelet.

"Come on, Ace. It's our wedding day. Don't you want to start the day off well?"

Rory rolled her eyes as she filled the coffee pot up. "You shouldn't even be here, Logan. Its bad luck."

Logan joined her in the kitchen and placed his hands on her hips pulling her firmly against him. "Its only bad luck if I were to see you in your wedding dress. There are no rules stating that I can't see you in your birthday suit."

Rory laughed as he began placing soft kisses along her jaw and down her neck, paying particularly close attention to her pulse point. He knew exactly how to get a reaction out of her. Rory moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands moved under her robe, roaming over her soft, exposed flesh.

He stroked his hand over her butt and then lifted her up onto the counter moving in between her legs. He continued his assault on her, kissing her until she couldn't think straight. Her resolve was crumbling and all she could do was revel in his touch and shudder in anticipation as his mouth found her breast.

She felt his fingers stroking higher up the inside of her thigh and knew that if she didn't do something now to stop him, they would end up having sex on the kitchen counter. It wasn't that she was opposed to having sex with him, she wasn't. It just didn't feel right to be doing it hours before they were married.

She wanted their first night as a married couple to be special. She knew she wasn't exactly the virginal bride, but she didn't want a quickie in the kitchen to cheapen the day.

So, using all of her reserves, she fought every natural impulse in her increasingly turned on body and pushed him away. She slid off the counter and clutched the ends of her robe together covering herself up as Logan watched her with an expression of confusion and disappointment. She leaned forward and cupped his chin, placing one last sweet kiss on his lips. She felt Logan try to deepen the kiss and immediately broke away. She placed her hands on his heaving chest and fought against the urge to let him do whatever he wanted to her. Taking a deep breath, she met his eyes and smiled.

"Tonight." she whispered as Logan ran an unsteady hand through his hair and breathed in her scent. He wanted to just throw her down and have his way with her on the kitchen floor, and he knew going by the look in her eyes that she would not stop him. But he understood her wanting to wait and so finding the necessary composure, he took a step back and sighed heavily.

"Tonight." he echoed, his voice coming out in a rougher tone. He pulled himself together and then reached out to take her hand in his. "I should probably get going. Will you be okay?"

"I'll be fine." she nodded. "Sorry about the freak out."

Logan smiled and he moved towards her. He placed his hands on the sides of her face and placed a slow, lingering kiss on her mouth.

"You can freak out as much as you want. Just as long as you're not freaked out about the actual marriage part." he studied her closely, trying to gauge her reaction. Rory smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him against her.

"I can't wait to be married to you, Logan. I love you." she whispered as she kissed his neck. Logan let out a sigh, he felt relieved to hear her say that.

"Good."

Rory pulled away and then turned to pour herself some coffee. "Now get out of here. I need to get ready."

Logan laughed and stole one last kiss before he picked up the stuff he had come to get and headed for the door. He turned back to see her staring dreamily at the bracelet he had given her and grinned broadly as his heart filled with love for her, his future wife to be.

A/N: So, this chapter is kind of fluffy and a bit filler. However, I did think it was important to show them dealing with their pre wedding nerves. The next chapter will be the actual wedding. I haven't written it yet as I can't decide where the ceremony should actually be held. So if you have any suggestions, let me know. Oh and don't forget to review. Thanks. J