"Knock, knock!  Is Hotel Gilmore-Danes open for business?"  Rory called out as she pushed open the door to her childhood home early the next afternoon.

"Oh wow, you're earlier than we thought.  I mean, it's great to see you.  But you're early.  Maybe not early to you, but earlier than we thought you'd be," Luke said stuttering as came out of the kitchen to greet Rory and Logan.  "Well, you're here.  So come on in."

Logan shook Luke's hand. He said, "I borrowed the company jet."  At Luke's glance, Logan shrugged, "It's a perk.  It got us here a bit faster than a commercial airline."

Rory hugged him and said, "Hi Luke!  It's good to be home."

"Yeah, welcome home.  You're room is right there.  What am I saying?  You know where your room is.  I was just starting dinner.  Your mom forced me to make a special welcome home dinner for you guys,"  Luke said shaking his head as they walked back towards the kitchen.  "You do know she is planning to try to make you stay here the whole time your house is being built, right?  She has changed out all the things in your room and bathroom.  Thank God when she brought in that dead animal head Paul Anka started whimpering.  The dog was scared to death.  Honestly, I wasn't too pleased either.  It had these eyes, not like normal eyes though.  They were glass and they followed you everywhere.  It was a creepy-eyed dead animal,"  Luke rambled.  "Anyway, you got more stuff?  I just have to check on this sauce, then I can help you bring it all in."

"I got it, Luke.  We really only have some suitcases, no big deal,"  Logan said. He headed back toward the door to grab the rest of the bags as Rory stayed in the kitchen with Luke.

"So where is Mom, Luke? I thought she was going to be here all day waiting for us?"  Rory asked.

"She was, but she had to run over to the inn.  Nothing major, just some delivery order issue," Luke said quickly.  He continued, "The wrong linens came in or something.  Michel didn't want to deal with it.  You know him, he ever wants to deal with anything.  I can't understand why your mom still puts up with him.  Cranky Frenchman.  So your mom had to run in,"  Luke said.  Then before Logan came back, he said, "So, uh, congratulations...or...best wishes.  I can never remember which one it is.  But, either way, I'm happy for you.  You sure shocked your mom."

"Yeah, I didn't really want to tell her we got married on the phone, but I also didn't want her to hear about it on some tabloid show or in the paper,"  Rory said.

"I think it was best you called her,"  Luke stopped stirring whatever he was making on the stove and turned to Rory.  He said, "She wasn't upset, Ror.  She really was happy for you."

"Thanks Luke.  That makes me feel better,"  Rory said before Logan found them in the kitchen. 

He took a seat next to Rory at the table and said, "Ok, all the bags are in.  We can barely move in the room, but all our stuff is in there."

"Ugh, I guess we should unpack some stuff.  We can't really live out of suitcases for the next month,"  Rory said dreading unpacking and organizing. 

Luckily, she was saved from that tiresome chore by the sound of the front door swinging open.  "Lucy? Lucy?  I'm home!"  Lorelai called from the door.

At Logan's questioning glance, Rory just smiled and said, "I'll explain later."  Calling out to Lorelai, she yelled, "In the kitchen, Ricky!"  She stood up leaving him with a puzzled look.  She started towards the front door just as Lorelai flew into the room and suffocated her in a hug.  "Mom!  Breathing is good and I am not doing it right now!"

"Sorry, kid, just happy to see you!"  Lorelai said.

"Happy to be here.  Although I expected you to be waiting for me, sitting on the front porch just staring at the driveway,"  Rory said.

"Yeah, sorry, didn't know you would be so early!  I had to run over to Sookie's and help her with something,"  Lorelai said.

"I thought there was a linen mishap at the inn?"  Rory asked suspicious.

Lorelai looked confused.  Luke quickly jumped in and said, "Oh, my mistake, the linen issue was yesterday. I get all the drama at the inn mixed up, seems like there's always something."  He looked at Lorelai and said pointedly, "I messed up and told Rory you were at the inn, not at Sookie's house."

"Ohhhh...yeah, silly Luke.  Nope, I was at Sookie's.  The linens never showed up yesterday.  Boy did I let the supplier know I wouldn't tolerate that!  Yeah, he had tablecloths and towels there within an hour,"  Lorelai said further explaining the strange situation.

"Ok.  Well, glad everything is ok..." Rory said raising an eyebrow.

Lorelai quickly changed the subject, "So you are Mrs. Page 6 now, huh?"

"What are you talking about?"  Rory asked dropping the linen issue.

"Oh, I was just reading the paper this morning with my coffee.  You know how I like to be a well-informed citizen.  So, I am reading the headlines, what's going on in the world, and who do I see in the 'living section'?"  She paused and tilted her head, "Well, maybe I better show you.  Maybe you can tell me who this amorous little socialite is,"  Lorelai said grabbing the paper off the top of the frig and opening it up.

Rory and Logan both stared at the page.  One of the firefly flashbulbs the night before had caught their embrace at the Hep Alien concert.  There was a small article on the publishing heir and the Rolling Stone writer.  The article described them as "affectionate newlyweds" and went on to retell the story of their marriage in Vegas.

"Wow, they focused more on us than they did on the band,"  Logan said.  "Hmmm, and they didn't even get my good side,"  he said brushing it off.  He was no stranger to being photographed in the paper and didn't think too much of it.

"I hope Grandma didn't see this!  She most certainly would not approve!"  Rory said not quite as used to the idea of being in the paper.

"She did.  And she doesn't,"  Lorelai said.

"She called you already?"  Rory asked.

Lorelai started to speak, then closed her mouth.  She seemed to consider what she was going to say before finally saying, "Uh, yeah.  She called this morning. I'm sure you'll hear from her soon.  She wasn't too upset."

Rory looked at her mother for a moment wondering why her mom and Luke seemed so strange.   "Alright, well, I'll deal with her later.  Logan and I were about to unpack some stuff and maybe take a little nap.  When will this special dinner be ready, Luke?"  Rory asked.

"Not for a while.  Take your time,"  Luke said turning back toward the stove.

Rory and Logan walked into Rory's old room hearing Luke and Lorelai whispering to each other as they closed the door.

"What was that all about?   I am no detective, but I didn't buy that story.  The linens were wrong.  Then they didn't show up.  Then it wasn't linens, it was Sookie's house?  And for once your mom didn't want to bash or make fun of Emily?  You buying any of that?" Logan asked.

"Not at all.  Mom is obviously up to something.  She is such a terrible liar.  And Luke is just awful.  I have no idea what they are plotting, but I would bet it had nothing to do with Sookie or linens,"  Rory said.  She opened a suitcase then shook her head and walked away from it.  She flopped on the bed.  "Whatever.  It's probably something silly.  She's probably planning an over the top movie night or something."  Rory stretched out and yawned.  "I think I might take a little nap.  I didn't sleep much last night.  We got home so late from the concert and then were packing.  And you made me leave so early this morning!"  Rory whined.

Logan stretched out next to her.  "Aah, this does feel good.  Yeah a little nap might be a good idea." Logan rolled on his side and snuggled up to Rory.  Rory turned away from him and pushed her backside against him.  Spooning was their favored way of sleeping.  Logan locked an arm possessively around Rory's waist and nuzzled her neck behind her ear.

As always, their physical nearness and contact ignited fires in both of them.  The nap time cuddling quickly turned into roaming hands and bodies pushing against each other.  With Rory still on her side facing away from him, Logan let his hand wander from her waist up to her breasts.  He caressed her from behind causing her to tilt her head back towards him.  His kissed her neck and drew her earlobe between his teeth.

He murmured in her ear, "God, I can't be near you without wanting you.  I love this soft spot here."  He gently licked the tender skin behind her ear.  His tongue sent shivers down her spine.  Feeling her response, he continued.  "These turn me on so much," he said sneaking a hand under her shirt and squeezing her breast.  Rory sucked in her breath and pushed herself back against him harder.  Logan took this as consent to keep going.  "And this...", he growled in her ear as he trailed his hand down her smooth stomach and into her pants.  "Ah, you are always so wet for me.  I love knowing I turn you on," he whispered feeling the silky wetness.  He continued to manipulate her with his fingers making Rory pant.

She could feel his hard erection pressing against her behind.  She slipped a hand between them and into his pants.  Logan gasped as her hand closed around him. Rory began to run her hand up and down the length of him while clutching him firmly.

As her hand gripped him with harder intensity, he slipped two fingers inside her and curled them to hit the spot he knew would make her orgasm.  Rory let out a low moan as he brought her close.  "Shhhh, your mom and Luke are right outside the door," he reminded her.

Logan fingered her in unison to her hand motions.  Both of them were panting and and moving their hips in response to the other's actions while trying to make as little noise as possible.  Logan wanted nothing more than to roll Rory on to her back and sink deep into her.  Instead, they brought each other to peak using only hands.  Rory buried her face in the pillow while Logan buried his in her neck as they both climaxed.

"Wow,"  Rory panted.  "We are definitely going to need our own place.  It was hard remembering to be quiet."

"Oh yeah, I can't do this forever,"  Logan said as he reached for the Kleenex box next to the bed.  "We'll make it work for a while though," he said.  Then he kissed her and snuggled back into their original spooning position, "Night, night, Ace.  I love you."

Three hours later, Lorelai was knocking on the door waking Rory and Logan from their nap.  "Weary travelers!" she bellowed, "Dinner is being served in the main dining room!  If you will make your way to the table, the feast may begin.  Coat and tie not required. Just get your asses out here!"

"She's not going to do that for breakfast every morning, is she?  If so, we may be looking for an apartment way before Christmas and New Years is over,"  Logan grumbled.

"Oh no.  She is not a morning person.  No chance of her being cute in the morning,"  Rory assured him.

Rory and Logan stumbled out of bed and into the kitchen.  Logan made a detour to the bathroom on his way to the table.  When he came out Lorelai and Rory were already seated.  Luke was finishing up something at the stove.  Logan sat next to Rory.  He said to Lorelai, "Thank you again for letting us stay with you.  The room is great, bed is very comfortable.  And I have to say, that bathroom is great, very manly.  I just wish it had a giant moose head on the wall over the toilet."

Rory and Lorelai burst out laughing while Luke grunted and shook his head.  He mumbled, "Had to bring up the manly bathroom.  I should have mounted that head on the wall.  Then you'd see manly."

Lorelai forced herself to stop laughing and said, "Very nice, Huntzberger, well played.  You'll fit in just fine around here."

Luke brought a huge steaming bowl of homemade grilled chicken fettuccine alfredo to the table.  After he set it down, he went back to the stove for the slabs of garlic bread he also made.

"Luke, is this your special sauce?  Oooh, Logan you are going to love this!  It takes Luke forever to make it and he won't let anyone help, but it is sooooo good!"  Rory said piling her plate high with pasta.

They all dug in and ate until they were stuffed.  Then they sat around the table drinking red wine and talking. 

"So, Thanksgiving is in two days.  Through Mom, I found out you two are expected at the Huntzbergers at six.  That gives us the rest of the day to squeeze in two other dinners,"  Lorelai announced.

"Two other dinners? How are we going to do that?"  Logan asked.

"I'm not.  The diner is open.  Bunch of lazy people in this town that don't want to make their own turkeys. You three are on your own,"  Luke said looking very pleased at that fact.

"Only two?  Who are we skipping?"  Rory asked.

"Skipping?  There's usually more?" Logan asked in shock.

"Sookie and Jackson are going to his parents house this year.  She agreed as long as she could cook there.  She said the last time Jackson's mother cooked she dried out the turkey so bad the dog wouldn't eat it.  So, the only way she agreed to go was if she could cook the meal.  They are leaving tomorrow so she has time to prepare and reorganize Jackson's mom's kitchen to her liking,"  Lorelai explained.  "Only the Kim's and the Gilmore's this year.  And then the Huntzbergers for you while I head back to Luke's."

"Ok, well, this will be a light year then.  I am glad.  I was worried we didn't have time to train like we usually do,"  Rory said.

"Train?  For Thanksgiving?"  Logan asked, still shocked with the whole idea that he would be eating three Thanksgiving dinners.

"They train for Thanksgiving more than athletes train for the Olympics,"  Luke said.  "It's disgusting.  I closed the diner last year for this madness and went with them.  I have never had such bad heartburn.  Take Tums with you.  Lots of Tums. Maybe that pink goo medicine too."

"Anyway..."  Lorelai interrupted, "Mrs. Kim told me she is doing more of a brunch, right after church.  I figure we can skip the church part and head over there around 10 or 10:30.  Logan, pay attention.  The Kim house is fake eating.  It is all tofu and strange non-food foods.  Take small portions, spread them around your plate so it looks like a lot.  Take a lot of napkins.  Casually spit out any bite you eat.  Trust me, you do not want to ingest anything there.  But be very careful.  Mrs. Kim watches."

"Should I be taking notes?"  Logan inquired smiling.

"I'd listen to this advice.  I ate some of the gelatinous turkey stuff last year.  You'll pay for it later.  I have no idea what that stuff is, might be plastic.  Definitely spit it," Luke advised.

"Moving along... The Gilmore House by 2:30 or so.  I plan on feasting there.  Mom always hires the absolute best for Thanksgiving.  And she has those cranberry vanilla muffins.  Remember those, Rory?  I made her promise to have them again, told her Logan would like them," she glanced at Logan.  "Sorry, had to use you to get the muffins.  As the new grandson-in-law, she wants to make you happy.  Muffins make me happy.  So pretend to like them,"  Lorelai instructed. 

"Alright, then we go to The Huntzberger dinner from there,"  Rory said.

"Yup, and I come back here and have another Thanksgiving with Luke, Liz, T.J., Doula, and maybe Jess.  We're aren't sure if he will make it back yet, but maybe,"  Lorelai said.

"Wow, that is going to be one long day," Logan said.