A/N: This is the last chapter. Again, thanks for the reviews and support. You are all so good. The picture in the last chapter was Rory and Jess. It was the same picture that Logan saw when he realised he was moving in with Tristan and Rory. Happy reading! Evie. xx
Summary: The voice on the answering machine. The picture on the entertainment. Both are eerily, uncannily familiar. L/R/T in London.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor am I affiliated with Gilmore Girls in anyway.
Chapter Twenty One
"Logan, I have news," Rory said. She sat down in front of Logan and took his hand but then three seconds later she was pacing behind the couch, behind him. He was sitting patiently on the couch waiting and patiently anticipating. He could hear her sharp heels clicking on the floor and he smiled.
"What is it, Ace?" he asked. She could hear the smile in his face. "Come on. Out with it."
"I want to go home," she blurted. She stopped pacing and walked closer to the couch, flopping over it so her feet were still on the floor but her torso was bent over and her face was almost in the cushions. Logan hadn't moved, hadn't spoken, hadn't had time to process his thoughts before she was continuing and once again pacing the wooden floor behind him. "I'm sorry. I know I kicked up such a big stink about going home last year but now that we're back here, all I can think about is Stars Hollow and mum and Luke and Luke's. And I really want to be there for Grandma and for Lane with the baby on the way. Cass and Tristan are there and I feel bad for missing out on baby Meghan's life since I am her godmother and I just miss it. I miss the United States. I miss hearing American accents even though I barely have one myself now. I miss really, really bad coffee. I am sick of scones and I am dying for a doughnut or some of Luke's blueberry pie or some cherry Danish. It's not that I don't love it here, I do, and I understand that our entire life is here but I just really want to go home."
"But all that stuff you said about it not being your home anymore," he reminded her. "What about that?"
"I guess I was wrong," she said. She walked around and sat back on the couch next to him, instinctively curling her legs up under her. She yelped slightly when her heel nicked her bottom but she moved her leg and was comfortable again. "My mother lives there. My family is there. Stars Hollow is the place I grew up in. I can't just throw that away."
"But you already have, haven't you?" he asked.
"I can get it back," she shrugged. "I know I can. So what do you say?"
"I'd say we can swing it," he agreed. His face broke into a smile and he leaned over and kissed her. "I am dying to go back. I've just been waiting for you to say something."
"Really?" she asked. "That's great."
"I feel kind of lost without Colin and Finn," he retorted. "Not that you're not a great substitute but you know. They are my boys and I have known them longer."
"That hurts," she said, whacking him across the chest.
"Ow," he groaned, clutching his chest. "So does that."
"Well, good. You deserve it," she answered. She was still sitting, looking at him. She was jiggling and bouncing as if she might burst, as if she was someone with a secret that she just had to spill.
"Is there anything else you'd like to add?" he asked. She nodded. "What?"
"Well. It's kind of big news too," she said.
"Are you cooking up a baby Huntzberger in there?" he enquired, rubbing her stomach lovingly. She pushed his hands away gently and shook her head.
"What makes you think it'd be a baby Huntzberger anyway?"
"Ace! I am shocked. I am wounded. I am wounded and shocked and in disbelief," he cried dramatically.
"This is going to shock you even more," she said.
"For the second time this evening, I say, out with it, Ace," he prodded. She nodded and took in a deep breath before getting down on one knee. "Hang on a minute. I think we're doing this wrong."
"Just shut-up and listen to me," she said, holding up a hand in protest. "Logan, marry me. I love you and I know you love me. I cant imagine being with anybody else. I tried it and it didn't work. The only thing that works, the only thing that fits is you. So take me home and marry me and make an honest woman out of me."
"That's not exactly the most romantic thing you've ever said," he answered, rolling his eyes. She rolled hers back but then fixed her gaze on him, waiting, hopeful and praying.
"Logan?" she prodded.
"I think I need a bit more persuasion," he said. She couldn't read him. "A bit more sweet-talk."
"You are beautiful and you are great. You're strong and brave and you love me. You worship the ground I walk on and I worship everything surface you touch. I love you. I love you more than I have ever loved anybody, more than I ever knew I could. I'm just not right without you. I want to wake up next to you for forever and a day," she continued. She had tears in her eyes and she was smiling, beaming. Light seemed to reflect from her because she knew he was going to say yes, he was just taking his sweet time. "Just get over the fact that you didn't ask me first and say yes. Please. I am begging you. Say yes. Say you'll marry me. You've committed to me before and you can do it now. I promise that this will last forever."
"I haven't said yes yet," he said. He smiled and reached out, wiping a happy tear from her face. "But I've said yes now. Of course I'll marry you, Ace. Nothing could stop me."
"Really?" she asked. "You mean it?"
"Yes, I mean it. A thousand times yes," he said, stealing a line from 'Cold Mountain.' "I love you, Ace. You are my first love and they say you never get over your first love. And I don't just love you. I am in love with you. I am so in love with you. My favourite part of the day is when we go to sleep because I know that your face is the last and the first thing I am going to see everyday. I wait all day until work is over because I know you are going to be at home waiting for me with a kiss. I love being with you. Just you. I always needed people around me to feel not alone but I never feel lonely when I'm with you and I never get bored with you, no matter how long I spend with you or how many times you make me watch the same movie over and over. With you, I have a purpose. I'm not lazy, I don't get bored and I'm not alone anymore and until I met you, I was all those things and now I'm not and I want to hold onto that feeling forever."
"And I know I said that London was my home because it was where we found each other but I don't think we'll lose each other in America, do you?"
"I don't think we'll ever lose each other again," he said. "Never again."
"Hey," she said, leaning forward. "Come here, oh fiancé mine."
He came to her and he kissed her, softly at first and then a little bit harder. Sweetly then passionately, gentle then rough. She didn't care. It didn't matter. She would take him anyway, would kiss him any day, would love him everyday. And he her.
Because they fit. They came from the same mould. They were made for each other and become themselves because of the other.
"I guess we really found each other," Rory said, when they had loved each other and were lying, facing each other in their bed.
"I guess we did," Logan agreed.
And with that, he leant over and kissed her again.
Sealed their union with a kiss.