Mitchum Huntzberger had just had a stroke; he lived but is in a coma. Logan is now in charge of HPG; while sorting through his father's files he lands upon one that is quite interesting.

March 4, 2024; Logan sat up in his father's brown leather chair. He was looking over the money records. A lot of money was being put into an account called "LAHGH". Logan went through the list of papers they owned, none of the initials matched. But every month a significant amount of money was moved into that account.

"Maggie, could you please get me all the files we have on LAHGH?"

"Yes sir"

Logan rubbed his temples, it had been a long couple of days, and it was starting to take a toll on him.

"Sir, all the files on LAHGH are shown to be in your father's private files."

"Private files?"

"Bottom right drawer."

Looking down, he saw it, "Oh, right, thanks."

Logan sighed; the drawer was probably locked, locked so Mitchum's secrets would be kept safe. He pulled on it anyway, more out of frustration than curiously. The drawer slide out easily. Only one file lay inside it, the folder looked warn out from being opened often. Logan picked up the file. Something fell out of it as Logan brought it up to the desk, on the back there was writing. Writing Logan swore he had seen before but brushed it off, making it a fleeting thought. It read: "LAHGH 2009". Logan turned it over, his breath hitched as his looked into shiny blue eyes. Looking up at him, with a glowing grin was a child with blue eyes and blonde hair. Logan opened the folder and became submerged in the pile of papers and photographs that lay before him. On the very top were letters, written in that same handwriting.

"Mitchum,

I know that I should tell him. I want to tell him, but I can't. He'll think that I only came back to him because of the pregnancy; I can't let him think that. I love him too much to let him think that. I am asking you not to tell him, I know that he is your son, but this is really for the best. He'll go off, meet someone who won't hesitate and be happy. That's all I want for him, I have caused him too much pain. I can't cause him anymore…"

"Mitchum,

They say that the heartbeat feels like a fluttering in the stomach. I feel it; I feel the heart beat of the baby. It only makes my heart break even more. The fast paced fluttering consumes my every thought, it's become what I live for, the constant street beneath my feet. I couldn't face the day with out the little no-name growing within me. I miss him more and more with each flutter, each flutter wills me to find him, to fix what I've broken. Not being with him makes this all so much harder. I don't know what to do anymore…."

"Mitchum,

She kicked today! It was amazing! Well not amazing because it startled me. I was at the office; coffee in one hand completed story in the other, and well I have the feeling that she doesn't like Rob- which is understandable. She kicked, I jumped out of my skin, and hot coffee goes on Rob. My story survived, Rob's new green sweater…not so much. She kicks constantly now, when you come back from London and we meet for our lunch you'll get to feel it or yourself. She's amazing, this little miracle…."

"Mitchum,

Thank you for the decaf coffee, you're a life saver! I don't think I would have survived without it. I went to the doctor yesterday. She ordered me on full bed rest. Can you believe that? I told her she was crazy, but unfortunately I made the mistake of bringing Finn with me. That Aussie won't let me walk to the bathroom. It's getting ridiculous, but I have to love him for it. The doctor said she is in perfect condition and growing very healthily. I guess you, Luke, Finn, and Colin were right about the vegetables. I've actually grown to like them. Don't tell my mother I said that! It is complete blasphemy in the Gilmore girl handbook! She would completely disown me…."

Logan flipped through the pages, skimming several pages, his breath becoming faster and faster. After the stack of letters was a copy of a birth certificate:

Lorelai Ace Honor Gilmore Huntzberger

Born to Lorelai Gilmore and Logan Huntzberger on March 5, 2008 at 2:45AM

At Hartford Memorial Hospital

Logan's hands began to shake faster; his breathing became a loud panting. He felt like he was out of his body. Pictures and cards came after. His father was holding a baby in a pink blanket; Finn, Colin, and Mitchum were standing around a weary looking Rory, who was holding the baby; Lorelai holding the newest Lorelai, invitation to a party: Mitchum Huntzberger and Lorelai Gilmore present their Granddaughter. He couldn't continue frustrated tears flowed down his cheeks. He grabbed the papers and pictures, put them back into the folder and shot out of the office.

In Mitchum hospital room a young girl crept in. She pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and took his hand in hers.

"Grandpa, I love you. Please wake up. I'm not ready to be without you. You've been there for me my entire life; you've been there for my mom; when she found out about me. Please, I need you to get into debates with me…to lecture me about speeding tickets, or reaching my potential…I just need you here…" the girl broke out into sobs, as she clung to the old mans hand. Eventually the girl laid her head down on his hand, her sobs subsided and her breathing evened out. She was asleep.

Logan reached he hospital in record time, he ran up to his father's private room on the third floor. The room was dark, the shades were drawn. Logan didn't notice the young girl asleep at his side. He barged right in the room, stopping for nothing, not rhyme or reason.

"You bastard! How could you keep something like this from me?! A child! Damn it. I deserved to know!" he slammed the folder and all its contents onto the table by his father. Causing the young girl to gasp awake from her slumber; the two locked eyes. She quickly averted hers, she had heard what he said, and knew he was talking about her. She went to gather her things, and make for the door. But Logan grabbed her elbow, not forcefully or gently; but almost pleadingly. She stopped and turned to meet his gaze once more. But the two were quickly pulled out of it when, "Lia!" Rory rushed to embrace her daughter. Not noticing the blonde haired man from her past. She and her daughter whispered and cried until Logan made his presence known to her, "Rory," she tensed up immediately. She knew that soft voice. She turned around, "Logan?"