Logan's POV:
I am currently standing at the nurses station hoping to sweet talk one of the nurses to allow me to take Rory outside. "Excuse me. Hi, my girlfriend is Rory Gilmore, and I think she is getting cabin fever. Do you think it's possible if I can take her outside in a wheel chair?" I ask one of the nurses. Rory has been inside for days, and I could tell she is bored out of her mind. "Mr. Huntzberger; we can allow Ms. Gilmore outside for only half an hour." The head nurse said to me. "Thank you." I say with a grin. "You better tell her before I change I mind." The nurse said to me. I walk back towards Rory's room where she was laying down, and reading a book. "Guess what Ace?" I say to her. "What Logan?" She asks me. "You suck at playing games! I just got you permission to get out of this room for half an hour." I say to her. Rory bursts into a huge grin. She looked like Mason on Christmas morning after Santa shows up. "I don't care what you did to convince to let me outside, but thank you!" She says to me. That is when a nurse walks in with a wheelchair, and some sweatpants. "It is kind of cold outside; so we found these in a bag your mom dropped off." The nurse says as she is helping Rory sit up in the bed. It was still killing me to see her in the hospital, and mangled. "Okay. Hopefully the pants will go over your cast; or we'll have you put a thousand blankets on you." The nurse says to Rory. The sweats fit over the cast, and both the nurse, and I helped Rory into the wheelchair. "Thank you!" Rory says with a small smile on her face. "I am going to walk with you both to the elevator." The nurse says with a condescending tone. Yes because I am planning on running off with Rory... I mean the thought has crossed my mind, but Lorelai would probably murder me.
As soon as we get inside the elevator we are finally alone. "How did you pull this off?" Rory asks me. "I didn't do anything but ask them if I could spring you for a little while." I explain. "You gave the nurses the Huntzberger grin didn't you?" She asks me. "Maybe." I say to her. "You are ridiculous, but thank you." She says to me. "You are very welcome." I say to her as we get to the main floor. Slowly descending the elevator we walk towards the entrance, and I could feel Rory's happiness radiating more, and more. "Freedom." She says softly. "Semi freedom." I say to her. It was a sunny, but chilly day here Paris so I was hoping Rory would be warm enough. "I don't think I would ever say this about being outside, but holy fuck I've missed you." She says causing me to laugh. "So Rory I need to tell you something." I say to her. Rory puts on this serious look on her face. "Good or bad?" She asks me. "Good. Very good actually." I say to her giving her a reassuring grin. "Well then tell me." She says to me. "So that investor Finn, and I met with a few days ago has decided to invest in our merger." I explain to her. "Oh my gosh!" Rory says with the biggest smile on her face. "I am so freaking proud of you Logan!" She says to me. "Thank you. Finn is on his way back here so we can the agreement papers. Of course my sister is going to look over them; as she is the only attorney I trust." I say to her. "I am sure this investor is trustworthy, but Honor will make sure of it." She says to me. I nod in agreement, and sit on the bench next to her. "Logan can I ask you something?" Rory asks me. "Of course you can." I say to her. "Are you still trying to prove your father wrong?" She asks me. Her question struck me , but I understood why she asked me. "Part of me wants to say to no, but then i'd be a liar. I will always want my father's approval, and I will die trying." I explain to her. Rory grabs my hand, and I look up at her. "You don't have to prove anything to him Logan." She says to me.
Rory was right like usual. I will never prove my father wrong, and that is the part that hurts the most. "I know." I grumble. "You are wonderful, hard working, and smart as fuck Logan. You don't need your father, or even your mother's approval." She explains to me. "That leaves me with who?" I ask her already knowing what she'll say, "Well you have your sister who loves you so much, you have the boys who are well the boys, and you have me! I have been so proud of you since the day we met believe it or not. You have no idea how hard it was to pretend to not like you in the beginning. I always knew you were going to run the world, and you don't need your family." She says to me. That moment I somehow managed to fall deeper in love with Rory; even though I didn't think that was possible. "I love you so much." I say to her. Rory smiles at me, and my heart grew a thousand sizes. "I love you more." She says to me. "Not possible, but I don't want to argue about this." I say to her. Rory rolls her eyes at me, and has the cutest smirk on her face. "How much longer until I have to go back into that hell hole?" She asks me. I look at my phone for the time, and see that we have 10 minutes left outside. "10 minutes." I say to her. Rory groans, and I feel so bad. We sit in silence, and just enjoy being together outside of the walls of the hospital. "When I get released from this hell hole, and go home to New York; you should come with me." Rory randomly says to me. "Are you being serious?" I ask her. "Of course I am being serious. New York is everything I ever dreamed about, but something is missing. That something is you." She says to me. "Okay," I simply answer her. Rory burst into a wide smile, and I that makes me happy. "We need to get you back inside before I get into trouble." I explain to her. Rory groans, but doesn't fight me on this.
"Few more days until you are officially sprung from this place baby." I say to her, "Counting down the days!" She says as we get into the elevator. Somehow; I agreed to move to New York to be with Rory. Not that it was something I didn't want, but it is so sudden. True love doesn't need to be explained.
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Paris
Fiksi PenggemarRory Gilmore is on a work trip in Paris when she runs into a familiar face. A face that she has been thinking about for the past 9 years.