A/N: Ok, I am writing this on an impulse because there are not enough Rory/Logan fan fics, or as I like to them Prankster fics. I apologize if it totally sucks, but I feel like exploring Rory and Logan's future.

Chapter 1: Time waits for no man

Lorelai Leigh Gilmore sat at her desk in the Boston offices of the Wall Street Journal and let her mind wander. It wandered over the past 6 ½ years. A few weeks after she returned from Christmas break her Sophomore year at Yale, Logan Huntzberger asked her out on a civilized date. That date was followed by more, until all of their respective friends and aquantinces became used to seeing the debonair blonde with the witty brunette tucked protectively to his side by a possessive arm around her slim waist. Both families had been ecstatic about the relationship. Logan was a familiar presence at the elder Gilmores home as well as the home of Luke and Lorelai, who had gotten married the fall of Rory's junior year. Life was perfect.

The spring of their senior year saw things come crashing down in their New England paradise. For the majority of their relationship, Rory had refused to sleep with Logan in a non-platonic sense. However, over spring break, her resolve had weakened. Logan had wooed her with a trip to a cabin in Vermont and a candle lit weekend. While she didn't regret that weekend, they didn't repeat it again. Later in the spring, Logan started acting strange. He spent more and more time with Colin and Finn and less time with Rory. The day before graduation, Rory walked in on him and a voluptuous blonde in his almost packed up dorm room. Before he could say a word, she dashed out of the room in tears. The next day at the graduation ceremony, Logan had tried to talk to her, but Rory remained in the protective circle of her family. He tried calling her for the next month, but to no avail.

A month after graduation, Rory started to always feel nauseous and dizzy. Lorelai suggested she go to the doctor. With Lorelai and Lane by her side, Rory got the news that she was 3 ½ months pregnant. All of her family wanted her to tell Logan, but Rory refused. A few weeks later, she got a job as a reporter for the literary section of the Wall Street Journal. Once she explained her situation to her editor, he allowed her to work from Stars Hollow through out her pregnancy.

On December 27, 2007, Rory gave birth to a little girl who she named Lorelai Elizabeth. Before the baby was even 2 days old, she was known to the family as Ella. Rory and Ella moved in with Chris and Gigi at the end of January. Working together, Chris and Rory had been able to manage the 2 girls for the past 2 years.

Rory hadn't heard anything from Logan since graduation. She still missed him, but he had hurt her and she didn't want to give him a chance to her or Ella. Thinking of Ella made her snap out of her stupor. It was 4:30; time for her to pick Ella and Gigi up from the babysitter's. She quickly posted her out of office message on the wire and gathered up her lap top, brief case and purse. Waving to Richard, her editor, she hurried out of the office and down to her Super Cooper.

She drove the 4 blocks to the babysitter's. She lived in a Jeffersonian building that looked very stoic until you glimpsed the art work through the windows and heard the childish giggles. Rory couldn't help but smile as she entered the building.

"Hi Ms. Gilmore," the cheerful old woman who ran the school said as she entered the front hall. Before Rory could return her greeting, 2 little whirlwinds with blonde hair crashed into her legs.

"Hi Miss Angie. Did these 2 little monsters behave today?" Rory asked as she picked Ella up and hugged Gigi to her side.

"Of course. They're such dolls. I just love them to pieces," Miss Angie gushed. Miss Angie's mannerisms reminded Rory of Miss Patty.

"Well, we'll see you on Monday, Miss Angie. Say bye to Miss Angie, girls," Rory prompted gently.

"Bye Miss Angie," Gigi said happily.

"Bye Bye" Ella gurgled.

"What did you do today?" Rory asked after she had buckled the girls in their car seats and was driving the few miles to her apartment..

"I painted a picture in art and learned how to add double digits," Gigi informed her proudly.

"Dowwie," Ella chirped.

"Did you play with dollies Ella-bella?" Rory asked.

"Yess!"

"How much fun! So what do we want for dinner, G? Mac and Cheese or pizza?"

"Mac and cheese!" Gigi proclaimed.

"Mac!" Ella echoed.

"Ok, Mac and Cheese it is."

Rory spent the next 3 hours catering to the whims and needs of the 7 year old and the 2 year old. Her dad trudged through the door right as she was tucking Gigi and Ella into their beds after a very messy bath.

"Hi Dad. Go say good night to the munchkins and I'll heat up your dinner," Rory said.

"Thanks babe."

Later that night, Rory curled up in bed and sighed. Life never seemed to waver from this pattern; work, home, taking care of the girls, reading and sleeping. She looked at the picture beside her bed. It was one that Finn had taken the day she and Logan had jumped off the scaffold. She almost longed for the excitement of those long ago days. Time always moves on though and she was an adult. Something she knew Logan would never be and that was why she had to be content with her life as it was.