AN: OK, after careful consideration and much help and advice from my loyal reviewers I've come to a conclusion...Chapter 33 is worth keeping BUT the snow sign scene really is a perfect ending before the epilogue so I rearranged it so that the snow scene went at the end of that chapter instead of the end of the chapter before. I changed the wording a tiny bit for the purpose of continuity but it's basically the same, you probably wouldn't even notice the changes at all if I didn't say anything.
So anyway here it is, the final chapter of Skip a Beat. I tried to make it more romantic than cheesy but I think some cheese factor was inevitable. I hope you like it. It's sad that this is over, the end of an error, but hey, now I'll have more time to work on my other 2 stories.
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"I can't believe you bought this place without even consulting me," Rory chastised Logan for the umpteenth time as Frank drove through the New York City streets, taking them to their new apartment.
"This apartment is perfect, Ace. I promise, you'll love it," he assured her. The realtor had contacted him when the apartment was first listed and he had visited it after a meeting he'd had in the city. He knew instantly that there was no way he could pass this place up; it was perfect for them. Rory had been upset about not being included in the decision but Logan wasn't worried about that; he was positive that as soon as she saw it, she would love the place as much as he did and he also knew that if she had been there she never would have agreed to let him spend so much money, no matter how perfect it was.
"If you're so sure I'll love it then why wouldn't you show me any pictures or tell me anything about it. I don't even know the address."
"You know how I love to surprise you," he smirked. "But if you're so curious, the address is 1124 5th Avenue."
"That doesn't help me now," she whined.
"You mean because you can't get on your laptop and look it up?"
"Don't worry, we're almost there and soon your curiosity will be quelled."
The car turned a corner and they found themselves traveling alongside Central Park. "Oh man, she was right, wasn't she?" Rory turned to face him with a fake pout.
"Who was right about what?" he smiled at her, she sure was cute, and brushed a piece of hair out of her face.
"Sue; she said we'd move into some fabulous apartment overlooking Central Park, and well, there's Central Park," she tapped the window with her pointer finger.
"Well, Sue must know where all the good apartments are in Manhattan." The car came to a stop on the side of the road. "Looks like we're here," he told her with a smirk. Frank came around and opened the car door for them.
"Thanks Frank," Rory smiled at him as she got out of the car followed by Logan.
"Come on!" he pulled her excitedly towards the apartment. It was a brownstone walk up. They had to walk down a few steps to get to the front door. Logan pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door but didn't open it immediately. "OK, now close your eyes," he instructed her.
"Logan," she protested but he insisted. She sighed and did as he said. She heard the door swing open and he pulled her into the foyer.
"OK…now," he told her and she opened her eyes.
"Oh my god, Logan," she gasped upon her first look at their new home. The furniture was already moved in and their things were unpacked thanks to the extra fee he had paid the movers. She looked around, taking in everything around her. The apartment had two stories. The stairs traveled up to the second floor which wound around in a "u" shape so that directly above them the ceiling was two stories high. The floors were made of hardwood. Off to the left was the living room and directly in front of them was the kitchen. The corner between the kitchen and living room was the dinning room. Off to the right there was a small den, less fancy and more cozy then the formal living room.
Logan led her through the ground floor and she marveled at the intricate details of the architecture, the beautiful floors, the marble countertops, and everything else about the apartment that took her breath away. It was much more extravagant than anywhere she had ever lived before but it still felt warm and inviting like a real home should.
"Logan, you shouldn't have. This is amazing, but it's too much," she protested weakly.
"No it's not," he shook his head at her then put his hands to her hips and pulled her in for a soft kiss. "Nothing's too much for you…for us," he said breathily as he pulled away from her lips, still holding on to her.
She smiled at him, "Thank you," she told him softly before continuing in a much more excited tone of voice. "Now if I'm not mistaken, there was another level to explore; one which I expect to have the most important room of all." She turned away from him and grabbed onto his hand, pulling him towards the stairs.
"The master bed room?" he replied with a smirk as he followed her.
Rory stopped and turned to look at him like he was crazy. "No, my study."
"Of course, we need a home for all those books of yours," he laughed in response.
"Yes, it's a very important room," she reasserted. Her voice dropped to a seductive purr. "Don't worry though; I'll give you ample opportunity to prove the importance of the bedroom."
"Is that a challenge, Miss Gilmore?" he asked with raised eye brows.
"Well Logan Huntzberger never turns his back on a challenge," he replied, pulling her in to kiss her again, this time much more passionately. She ran her hands up his chest and circled them around his neck, running her fingers through the hairs on the back of his head. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her body flush with his. They continued for a moment before he abruptly pulled away. "OK, on with the tour," he said.
She whimpered at the loss of contact with him. "No fair," she whined.
"Now, Ace, if we did it right here then that would seriously undermine my argument that the bedroom is the most important room in the house. Besides, I thought you wanted to see your study."
"Oh yeah, my study," she said happily; her disposition suddenly renewed with a child-like glee.
"You are way too excited over a room full of books," he told her with a smirk. He joked around with her but he seriously loved that something so simple could make her so happy. He loved making her happy. "Now come on you freak."
She gasped at him. "Did you just call me a freak?"
"Yes but you're my freak and I love you."
"Oh, well then I guess that's OK," she relented as they finally began making their way upstairs. They reached the first room in the back of the apartment. It was a beautifully decorated guest bedroom with a full guest bathroom attached.
The next room was, to Rory's delight a study. When Logan opened the door to the room she was amazed. "It was supposed to be another guest bedroom but I had them modify it a bit, I hope you don't mind," he smirked at her. He had had floor to ceiling book shelves built directly into two of the walls. A large, mahogany, "L" shaped desk ran along one full wall and half of the other. Two large, leather desk chairs sat in front of each arm of the desk, affording them both plenty of room to work. In front of the free portion of wall were two plush chairs, perfect for curling up with a good book. It had a classic feel to it, as though it should belong to a professor with one of those silk robes and a pipe. Rory loved it, she was certain it was the perfect room.
Rory didn't even want to leave the room. She spent an indeterminate period of time just perusing to see which classics filled the pages of the leather bound books lining the shelves. Logan stood by and watched her; he never ceased to be amazed by her. She was beautiful and intelligent and passionate and he loved her for all those reasons and more. Still, when she pulled a book off the shelf and went to sit down with it he had to refrain from rolling his eyes. "I assure you, Ace, the books aren't going anywhere. There will be plenty of time to read that after you see the rest of the house."
"Oh yeah, I forgot there was more."
"Come on," he pulled her back into the hallway and on to he next and last room. The master bedroom and bathroom occupied the entire left side of the upstairs.
They entered the room and Rory immediately ran to the bed on jumped on it. "It's bouncy," she exclaimed. "I like it. Big plush pillows, nice soft sheets, and plenty of room for two," she said, sitting up and wiggling her eyebrows at him.
"Oh, is that so?"
"Well if it's a good as you say perhaps I should give it a try." He jumped on the bed next to her and then immediately turned over so that he was hovering above her. He bent down to kiss her. "I have to say, I agree with your assessment; this is a very good bed."
They kissed some more before Rory spoke up again. "We just can't seem to get this tour finished, can we?"
"There's not much more to see," he replied huskily, "it can wait."
"But I want to go out on the balcony," she said, rolling away from him and pointing towards the sliding glass doors she had just noticed. She got off the bed and went outside.
He stayed in bed at first, once again just watching her as he had when they were in the study. The balcony faced west, looking out over Central Park and he noticed that the sun was beginning to set. This was it, his perfect moment.
He reached into his pocket, squeezing on tight to what was inside. He got up off the bed and walked out onto the balcony.
"Look," she pointed towards the park as he came up behind her. "It's a horse drawn carriage. This view is amazing."
"I'm glad you like it;" he placed his left hand gently on her shoulder. "I think this view was responsible for half the price tag on this place."
"You know what? I'm not going to even bother asking just how big that price tag was; I'm too young to have a heart attack."
He chuckled slightly. "I think it's better that you don't know. But I assure you, we won't be filing for bankruptcy anytime soon."
She leaned back into his embrace as they continued to watch the setting sun. "I can't believe all of this is ours," she said after a while.
"I like the sound of that."
"Ours," he answered. "I love sharing all of this with you. I want to share everything with you."
"That sounds nice," she agreed.
He took a deep breath and reached into his pocket with his right hand. When he pulled it out again he wrapped it around her waist. "Marry me."
Her eyes went wide as she looked down to see the red velvet box in his hand. He flipped the top open to reveal a beautiful diamond ring within. The band was made of platinum and towards the font of the ring the band split in two, making a 'v' shape, studded with small diamonds, converging at the center stone which was cut in the shape of a heart. She simply stared at it for a few moments before turning around to face him. "You…I…it's," she stuttered.
A small smile graced his lips. "I think the word you're looking for is 'yes.'"
As the shock of the moment wore off her lips curled up into a big grin. She finally found her words again. "You're awfully sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"Well, I simply refuse to even entertain the possibility that your answer will be anything else. That thought is just too horrible." He didn't have to worry; the possibility that her answer would be anything else didn't exist. It wasn't like the last time, with Jess where she'd had to fight to push her doubts away. This time there were no doubts. She wasn't even sure the word 'no' existed in that moment.
"Really?" she asked playfully. "It would really be that horrible."
"Terrible," he admitted.
"Well, I wouldn't want to be responsible for doing something so awful so I guess I have to say yes."
"Yes?" he asked, just to be sure.
"Yes," she repeated.
Logan breathed a sigh of relief and pulled her into him for a kiss. The gesture was filled with so many emotions, joy and passion, and hope. It was the kind of kiss, the kind of moment she had been hoping for when Jess had proposed and she had been let down. She'd convinced herself that moments like these didn't exist, that they were only meant for fairy tales. She had been wrong, those perfect moments did exist and it was better than she'd hoped for.
She was going to marry Logan and spend the rest of her life with him. He was her forever. She loved him as much as she'd ever love anybody and she knew that no matter how long they were together he'd always be able to surprise and thrill her, that he'd always be the one who could make her heart skip a beat.
And they lived happily ever after...at least until I write the sequel. I do have an idea for what I want to do but I probably won't start it until after I finish one of my other stories because 3 stories at once is just too much for me. But just to quell some of you curious souls, I'll let you know that Sue's not gone just because they're in a different state, she'll be back and she will be single (AKA Sue/Finn- yay) And I'm not planning on bringing back Jess (or Dean- no ex boyfriends at all)
I hope you all enjoyed reading this story as much as i enjoyed writing it and again, I would like to thank all of my readers and especially my reviewers :) I love you all.
PS- The ring is in my profile