It wasn't too long, and by that I meant about an hour into the movie Lena was curled up against Rory, with a red vine hanging out of her mouth, chocolate smeared on her cheeks, she looked quite adorable,
"Shouldn't you clean her up?" I whispered,
"We can wait until the movie is over, if I wake her now she won't fall back asleep."
"Talking won't wake her?" I asked, she laughed, her beautiful face shining in the moonlight her bright blue eyes connecting with mine,
"Watch," she said in a normal voice, "Lena. Lena, Lena, Lena, Lena!"
"Wow, sure she's alive?" I chuckled,
"She's fine." She smiled and kissed the top of her head, "She sleeps heavy like you do." She smiled softly, my head whipped to look at her,
"Did you just admit you saw some of me in this beautiful girl?" I asked her, she smiled shyly the way she did when we first got together,
"In our beautiful daughter, yeah I saw a few similarities aside from her sleeping habits."
"Like what?" I asked, scooting slightly closer hopefully without her knowing,
"Her little smirk when she wants something, her tousled blonde hair, the little bounce when she walks, her ability to make everyone fall in love with her, her dimples," she sighed, brushing some hair off of her face,
"I think the ability to make everyone love her is all you." I said softly, my voice more husky then I had intended, as we neared each other,
"She also has you earlobes." She quickly moved her face away from me and picked up Lena,
"I thought you were going to leave her," I said, clearing my throat trying to pull myself back from the intimate moment we both shared,
"She seems to be out, I'm putting her down." She insisted taking the red vines out of her mouth. I followed her after a brief moment of pulling myself together...I never saw a more perfect moment then the one before me in that moment. Rory sitting on the side of Lena's bed, her face cleaned up, and Rory tucked her in, and putting a little stuffed toy raccoon,
"Stanley..." Lena whispered and cuddled up with it,
"Yeah, he's with you at night." Rory smiled, and my heart just about broke, Rory gave her a raccoon and named it Stanley, the same name the raccoon at Martha's Vineyard was, this is the moment when I realized, as hard as Rory is trying to fight it; she is in love with me and always will be...I just have to make her see it, make her see that I can love her and our beautiful daughter all the same. Rory emerged from Lena's bedroom, and handed me a little Ziploc bag,
"Uhm, thanks?" I asked, looking at her like she was nuts, my Ace was quirky but a Ziploc bag?
"It has a swab inside."
"Of what?" I asked, mildly horrified of what would be found in this offending bag,
"A swab of Lena's cheek, and here is the number of a guy that does paternity tests."
"Do these need to go together?" I asked,
"Stop holding it like its going to attack you," she smacked my hand and made me hold it correctly, "I want you to tell your parents."
"Are you drunk?" I demanded,
"Ha ha, no I'm not. But I'm not going to dance around it, you're going to be in her life then so is Honour, which is great but soon enough Mitchum will found out and then sadly Shira would, and she's going to want to see papers before, if ever, she sees Lena."
"Ahh, do I have a choice?" I asked,
"No, you don't. You're either in her life or your not."
"But why do they have to be?"
"Because they are her family, I never knew my dad's parents and the one time I met them I was 16 and too much time had passed and too much damage had been done. If she is meeting them it is going to be now, and they can decide whether or not they don' want to see her in which case they care gone."
"What about me?"
"As long as you don't come and go, you can stay."
"I'm not leaving, you're stuck with me."
"Me?" she smiled,
"You, and Lena. I mean," I stammered she nodded,
"You should sleep on the couch," she gestured to the living room, "Lena will love it if you're here in the morning."
"Only Lena?" I asked,
"Well I wouldn't hit you with the frying pan."
"I'm flattered,"
"You should be." She smiled at me again, she licked her lip and took a little step forward and kissed my lips gently, barely giving me a chance to reciprocate and kiss her warm lips back before she pulled away.
"Good night." She smiled and closed the door. I stood there, staring at the wooden door that separated me from Rory. Should I go in after her? Was that an invitation? What just happened? I took the door as a message for me not go persue her but I gently touched my lips with my fingers, never have I felt such a tingle from a little peck...but never had I kissed Rory Gilmore and still had her out of reach.
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3 Years After
FanfictionIt's been 3 years since Rory walked away from Logan's Proposal, a little surprise was hidden from him though. Its 3 years later, and Rory is working at the New York Times, and imagine her surprise to see Logan, and imagine his to see Rory's daughter.
