All right folks! This is it. This is the last chapter of Perfect Timing! I know, sad. But it's not completely over! Once you're done reading this you can read the first chapter of the third story, Déjà Vu! Haha, now that the advertisement is over I can continue. Like I said this is the epilogue so It's going to be light and fluffy…not much is going to happen and it's going to be short. But it will be good! Lol. I hope you enjoy. Please review! Seriously you guys…it's like I kicked someone's puppy or something. I'm used to getting almost twice the reviews I got for the last chapter and, although it's still a lot and I'm so grateful to everyone who's reviewing and sticking with me, it makes me wonder if I'm doing something wrong. So please review. And one more random note…the way I had originally planned to end this explained the title but now what I had in mind doesn't really work so…just…make up your own meaning for the title. Lol.

Disclaimer: I still don't own those lovely Gilmore Girls.

Chapter Fifteen


Rory awoke to the comfort of her own bed, feeling more rested and peaceful than she had for days. The sound of birds chirping could be heard from outside and the sunlight was peeking through the window and casting a glow on the bed. She hummed contently and wrapped the blankets tightly around herself, making sure that every inch of skin was covered in case any unexpected visitors popped into the bedroom. Once she was satisfied, she flipped over and rolled toward the center of the bed, wanting nothing more than to relax in the arms of her husband. However, when he hand touched ground, she felt only the cold expanse of empty sheets instead of his warm flesh.

Surprised, she bolted upright and popped her eyes open, finding it way too bright in the room for her liking. In a panic, she whipped her head around to look at the clock on the bedside table and her heart started racing when she read the time. Eleven o'clock.

She threw the covers off of herself and dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a tee shirt as fast as she possibly could. She was going to kill Logan. She was going to hunt and main him. He had to be insane letting her sleep this long on a Saturday morning with three children – one being an infant. There was no possible way that man was able to watch over all three of them by himself. It was hard enough for her, the parent they didn't have wrapped around their little fingers and were slightly afraid of. They would kill him.

Upon leaving her bedroom, she could hear the squealing laughter of Jake and the pitter-patter of his footsteps, knowing right away something was going on. She burst into the nursery, finding Cody nowhere and she didn't know whether to be nervous or relieved. He was downstairs, meaning he was being taken care of but if he was sleeping at least there was no chance that he was sitting in his swing being eaten by Dodger while Logan tried to wrangle Jake to the ground and Ellie accidentally got permanent marker all over the kitchen table while coloring one of her masterpieces.

Closing the nursery door behind her, she continued to make her way downstairs and couldn't suppress a smile as the smell of bacon met her nose. At least there was bacon. Although, her mind couldn't help but wonder when on earth Logan turned into Super-Dad. Passing the Living room, she saw that Cody's swing was empty, meaning that Logan had to be balancing the baby in one arm, flipping bacon with the other, while keeping Jake from running rapid through the house with one foot and keeping Ellie from harming herself while trying to 'help with the other'.

This simply was impossible. She loved that man very much but just last week he had thought watching Ellie by herself was stressful and she was the easiest of the three. Rory walked into the kitchen and almost fainted in relief when she saw what was waiting for her.

"Luke!" She exclaimed, smiling at the man standing over a sizzling pot on the stove.

"Hey Rory." He said while grabbing Ellie's wandering hand. She had recently been going through a cooking phase. She wanted to help Rory cook everything – even take-out which…really didn't have a point unless placing food on plates could be considered cooking. She had yet to grasp the fact that stoves were scolding hot – but really Rory looked at that as a good thing.

"I want to help, Luke!" Ellie said. Luke rolled his eyes.

"Yes you've told me that five times already but I said no. You're going to hurt yourself. You can help me make the toast later." Ellie sighed, but stayed at her step-grandfather's side. Rory smiled, knowing that in three minutes they would have the same conversation all over again.

"Where's Logan?" Rory asked, throwing the question in the air.

"He's chasing Jake around the house." The voice of her mother sounded from the table. Rory turned around and smiled at the sight of her, suppressing the urge to run over to her and throw her arms around her in joy when she saw that she was feeding Cody with one of the bottles she had stored in the fridge.

"Do I want to know?" Rory asked as she calmly walked over to her mother and gave her a small hug, making sure not to squish the baby. Before Rory had the chance to respond the family heard another shill scream from Jake and Lorelai rolled her eyes.

"Why don't you find out for yourself?" She said. Rory twitched an eyebrow.

"Jacob!" she heard Logan yell impatiently. "You get back here right now or I'll make sure you regret it!" Three seconds later let out a laugh and ran into the kitchen. Rory's eyes went wide as she took in his naked appearance.

"Mommy!" He yelled, running up to her and crashing into her leg. Rory faltered a little at the impact, but quickly regained her footing. She looked down at her little boy and laughed.

"Look at you." she said. "Are you supposed to be taking a bath?"

"No!" Jake insisted. Rory rolled her eyes and hugged him to her leg, knowing that at any moment he would freak out and run away from her.

"I think you are." She said.

"No I'm not!" Jake insisted as, just on time, he began to wiggle away from her. Rory held him as hard as she could as she saw Logan walk down the hallway toward the kitchen. Once he got there, he scooped his son up from the ground and kissed Rory on the cheek.

"Thanks, Ace." He said.

"Not a problem." Rory said as she sat down on the table next to her mother. They could hear Logan yelling at Jake all the way upstairs and Rory just shook her head.

"How long had that been going on?"

"About fifteen minutes." Lorelai said with a laugh. "I thought about helping him but it was just too amusing. It was like watching Wile. E. Coyote try to catch the Roadrunner."

"Well thank you. I appreciate the help." Rory said sarcastically.

"I am helping." Lorelai defended. "I'm feeding this little angel his lunch. He was one hungry guy." Rory smiled as her mother cooed down at her baby with a huge grin on her face.

"Yep." Rory said. "He's got the Gilmore appetite."

"Well that's a fine trait to have." Lorelai said with a smile.

"That it is" Rory said, smiling one more time at grandmother and grandson.

Her attention turned to Luke who was still slaving over the stove and had finally given in to Ellie's cooking phase. She was standing on a chair, stirring a pot of oatmeal. She couldn't help but smile. The feeling of having her whole family under one roof was just too amazing to describe. Sometimes she couldn't believe all of this was hers. She was broken out of her thoughts when she heard a grunt from Cody and turned to see him pushing his bottle away.

"I think someone wants Mommy." Lorelai said as Cody's face started to turn red, signaling that he was about to cry. Rory smiled and held out her arms for the child and as soon as she held him he calmed. She lifted him over her shoulder and started to pat his back, wincing when she felt something wet run down her back.

Yes…sometimes she couldn't believe this was hers.

"What are you doing?" Rory asked as she walked outside to the sidewalk where Logan and Luke were both were both currently lying. When she saw the rusty drain lid lying on the ground next to them her eyes rolled immediately.

"You have got to be kidding me." She said. The boys ignored her and went about their business, leaving her there to place her hands on her hips and tap her foot.

"Do you see it down there?" Logan asked, maneuvering a long stick around the drain hole. Luke squinted and bit his tongue.

"Uh…move it a little to the left…no that's a tennis ball." He said, not being able to see the look of obvious disappointment on Logan's face. Rory just shook her head.

"Mom and I are taking Ellie shopping. Can you watch the boys?"

"Yea, yea, whatever." Logan said. Rory rolled her eyes and placed the baby monitor down on the sidewalk next to him.

"I just put Cody down for a nap so he should be good for a couple of hours. There are some bottles in the fridge. Don't forget to heat them up."

"Yea, Ace, I've done this before."

"Well Dodger is still inside and Jake is around here driving his car around so just keep an eye on him."

"Just put him on a leash." Logan said, waving his wife away. When nothing but silence followed he looked up to see Rory's face etched with disgust. "The dog…put the dog on a leash." He clarified, watching as her face instantly fell with relief.

"Don't you ever put my son on a leash!" Rory said.

"I had no intention to put our son on a leash, Ace. It probably wouldn't do much good anyway. He'd just chew himself free."

"That's not funny." Rory said, trying to keep her smile down.

"It was a little funny," Logan said, distracted by moving the flashlight on a stick around the drain.

"Wait…I see it!" Luke exclaimed. Logan snapped into attention and listened intently as Luke directed his gaze to the missing ball.

With a laugh of annoyance Rory bid goodbye to the men, let the dog out, and climbed in the car where her mother and daughter were waiting patiently for her. The three women speed off down the street, leaving the men of the house all to themselves.

"So…" Logan said. "How are we going to do this?"

"Well…" Luke started, sitting up and rubbing the stubble on his chin. "I don't think the claw device idea it going to work. It's not in a position where we can get a good grip on it and so we risk dropping it all the way down the sewer if we go that route."


"So, I think really the only option we have is…sending someone down there." Both men looked down the narrow drain and back at each other, knowing that under no circumstances were they going to fit. With a sigh, Logan lifted his head and his gaze went directly to the tiny Hummer speeding down the street.

"All right." Logan said. "You get the rope. I'll get the life jacket."

"Life jacket?" Luke asked.

"Well we need some kind of harness right? I think Rory might be more upset with my if I dropped my kid down the drain than if I would drop the ball down the drain…"

"Yea…I see your point its just…don't you think a harness would work better with support from the bottom…with a life jacket we'd have to tie the rope to the shoulders. It would hold but it would make it hard for him to use his arms."

"Right…" Logan said.

"You have a swing set around back right?" Luke asked.


"Well do you have one of those bucket swings with the leg holes?" Logan's face lit up.

"Luke, you are a genius man."


"In here, Ace." Logan asked as he walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his face. He was so busy trying to get the excess water out of his hair that he didn't notice the angry look on her face and her defensive stance.

"Did you have fun shopping with your Mom?" he asked, before she could ask.

"Yes. I did."

"Good I'm glad." He said, smiling and walking past her to the closet, kissing her cheek in the process. Rory smiled tightly and turned around to watch him get dressed.

"Did they leave already?" he asked.

"Yep. Luke had to get home. He has to open the diner tomorrow." Rory explained.

"Oh…" Logan said in disappointment. "That's too bad. I wanted to say goodbye."

"Yea that's too bad." Rory said. "You want to explain to me why there's a mutilated Mickey Mantle ball on the kitchen counter?"

"I wouldn't say it's mutilated." Logan protested. "It's a little dirty but once I clean it up…"

"Logan!" Rory exclaimed.

"What?" he asked.

"I can't believe you!" Rory said. "I can't believe you sent our son down a drain pipe to get a baseball! Can I leave you here with the children ever? Do I need to watch them at all times? Jesus Christ!"

"Hey he was safe the whole time." Logan defended.


"He was, Ace." Logan said, walking over to his wife and placing two soothing hands on her arms. "You know I would never endanger our children like that."

"You sent him down a drain pipe!"

"Rory…" Logan said. "I took every precaution to make sure Jake was one hundred percent safe. He had a helmet. He had elbow and kneepads. Luke and I took apart the swing set and sent him down there in the bucket swing. We tied the rope to the tree so that, on the off chance that both of us would drop it because we were both holding on, he still wouldn't be able to fall. We even put padding on the swing so that he would be comfortable."

"I just don't understand why a baseball is so important that you would do that…"

"It's not like I sent him down there with robe hooked to his underwear, Ace."

"He has a scrape on his leg." Rory said.

"That was from chasing Dodger when we played fetch afterwards. He tripped and fell on the pavement. I took him inside, got him cleaned up, put Neosporin on it, and gave him a Shrek band-aid. Am I still a horrible father?"

"I never said you were a horrible father!" Rory said. "Don't you dare ever put those words in my mouth again!"

"Well I was just getting yelled at for putting him in danger…"

"I'm sorry." Rory said. "You're right. Although what you did was unnecessary and I'm still not very happy about it, you made sure he was safe and that is why you are a wonderful father. Sometimes I think you're better than me."

"What?" Logan asked, leading Rory over to the bed and sitting her down. "Where is this coming from?"

"You're protective but you're not over-bearing." Rory said. "You're okay with letting them face potentially harmful situations on their own and you're there when things go bad. I smother them, Logan. I'm so afraid to let them walk across the street by themselves because they might get hurt. I don't know how you can step back when they fall and let them get up on their own like you do. I'm running for them and picking them up when they trip on carpet."

"Rory…" Logan began. "That doesn't make you a bad mother. That makes you a good one. Those kids are going to trip whether you intentionally give them the chance or not. What they know and love about you is the fact that when they do you're there right away. They don't hesitate in crying to you. They know you and the trust you to be a shoulder to cry on. When they cry to me all they say is 'I want Mommy.'"

"But how much is too much, Logan? When does support cross the line to sheltering. I don't want to raise scared sheltered children."

"I don't know, Ace." Logan said. "Ellie is at that age when she wants to do everything and it's hard to know what to let her do and not let her do. But I think we're doing okay so far. She's definitely not scared and sheltered. If she was she wouldn't want to do all these things. She's got her mother's sprit."

Rory smiled and wiped the tears that were forming in her eyes.

"I just want to do a good job."

"You are." Logan said. "I admire you so much, Ace. I don't know how you do it. I don't know how you stay at home everyday with all of them by yourself. I was going crazy this morning just trying to get Jake to take a bath. Thank God your Mom and Luke were here." Rory laughed as Logan unknowingly mirrored her thoughts of earlier that morning.

"You've sacrificed so much for them. You've given up your dream job and I know that isn't something small for you…"

"I didn't give it up." Rory insisted. "I'm going to work again. I am. I have to Logan. But right now this is a full time job for me. When Cody starts school I'm going to reapply at the Times."

"Really?" Logan asked with a smile.

"Really." Rory confirmed. "I miss writing. I miss the hustle and bustle…not that there isn't hustle and bustle here because trust me there is but…it's definitely not the same. But I can go three more years."

"Yea?" Logan asked. "Because you don't have to, you know. Really, Ace, the second you want to work again I'll do whatever it takes to make it happen. I'll give Gracie a call. The kids loved her and she was so great with them. Chances are she's probably taken again but I can make a very generous offer…"

"You don't have to do that." Rory said, stopping him before he made plans that she had no intention of following through with. "I want this. I want three more years with my babies. I do. I love working but to leave at eight and come home at six every night…I would miss them too much. I would miss Cody too much. I got to see everything with Ellie and Jake I don't want to miss out on anything with him. I don't want to be sitting at the dinner table telling them about their first steps and when Cody asks where he took his say… 'I don't know, the nanny said it was in the living room somewhere.' I want to see it. I want him to be walking toward me."

"I understand." Logan said, nodding his head solemnly. The only firsts he ever witnessed were first words and that was because most babies say Dada before Mama. "And if you think for one second that a heart with intentions like that makes up a horrible mother then you better do some more research."

Rory let out a cry at his statement and Logan reached up to wipe her tears away.

"I love you." She said, leaning into his embrace and closing her eyes contently.

"I love you too." Logan said, a devilish smile crossing his features. "So how about number four?" Rory violently pushed him away from her and stood up.

"The next time you even joke about that your getting a vasectomy."

"Noted." Logan said, seriously frightened by his wife's statement. "How about some sex with absolutely no intention of a baby at all."

"I think the sex during which Cody was conceived was sex with absolutely no intention of a baby at all."

"Oh yea…" Logan said, his face falling.

"In fact…" Rory began. "Maybe you should just get a vasectomy."


"I'm serious." Rory said. "Think about it we'd never have to deal with birth control again. There won't be any slipups – unless you pull a Jackson on me. I think we should really consider this."


"Crap." Rory said, getting up and walking out of the room. "I'll be right back. You think about that.'

Logan watched the mother of his children leave their bedroom completely speechless. One second he thought he was going to get laid and the next thing he knows he's facing the possibility of making the ultimate sacrifice. What did she want from him? Ever since she walked into his life she was forcing him to do all these things. He dated her exclusively. He moved in with her. He married her. How much did she expect from him? Was nothing good enough for her? Did she really expect him to give up…that?

"Oh honey…" Rory said, popping her head in the door. "If you don't want to that's fine but…we should probably start using condoms all the time again…just in case."

Logan shook his head in disbelief. The things he did for that woman.

The End.

Well, folks, that was it. I hope you liked the last chapter. I know nothing really happened until the last part but, hey, everyone loves a little plotless fluff everyonce and a while right? Thank you so much for reading. Seriously, the feedback I got on this story was unbelievable! You guys are so amazing. Thanks again so so much. Don't forget to review: D