Disclaimer: I own nothing but the kids.

Author's Note: You guys are good; you read my mind (about the story). To answer your question; I'm not sure if this is going to be Rogan. Right now, Rory is with Jess (I'm sorry Hopes2High); and Logan is alone. But I think (I stress 'think') that might change. Hope you like it, please read and review.

Logan watched her eat; there was nothing about her that reminded him of Rory: not her hair, not her eyes, not her smile, not her personality, nothing; she was separate. Logan wasn't sure if he was sad about that fact or not. While he didn't mind not having the constant reminder of what he had lost, he did miss the fact that the one little piece of Rory he did have, looked and acted nothing like her. Lotte sat there at the kitchen table, eating her cereal, not even noticing that her father was staring at her. She looked nothing like her mother, she acted nothing like her mother; but nonetheless she was her mother's daughter. She only ever ate healthy food – much to Lorelai's dismay – she never drank coffee; the things that Logan defined Rory as, Lotte was not. She did however have one passion that she shared with her mother: writing. Lotte had convinced her father – without much effort – to let her begin writing for his New York news paper when she was sixteen. Lotte pushed the last few oat clusters around in her cereal bowl; Logan noticed she was more spacey this morning than usual.

"So…. what you want to do today?" He had pulled Lotte out of her trance.

"Umm…. I don't know. What do you want to do?" Lotte was acting very strange, not at all herself.

"Hey. What's wrong with you? You feeling okay?" Lotte shock her head, 'shaking out the fog' as she called it; she smiled.

"Sorry. Just thinking of my next story, I can't get the first paragraph the way I want it. Maybe you could take a look at it sometime today."

"Sure." Logan was glad it wasn't something bigger; but then again, to Lotte, not being able to figure out the first paragraph to a story was pretty big. "You didn't answer my question."

"I was actually going to go shopping with Lorelai and G.G.; you can come if you want." Lotte smiled her characteristic smile, one that showed the top row of her teeth; meaning that she was playing with Logan.

"You know, I've been wanting a new camisole to go with my purple sweater." Lotte got up, laughing at her father. "What I thought you liked my purple sweater?" Lotte came over to Logan; looking down at him, she smiled.

"You know dad, I really do love you. You're just so stupid I can't help it." Logan laughed; Lotte left the room. She teased him like her mother; that was it, just that.

"MOM!" Rory opened her eyes, disgruntled; she had not been awoken the way she preferred. Rory did not get out of bed, they would come to her. Sure enough they did, jumping on the bed as they came in. "Mom? Mom? Mom!"

"What!" The two boys stopped jumping on the bed and landed on their butts; they knew she was not in a good mood; she had not yet had coffee. "Sorry, what is it that you need?"

"Ben called me stupid."

"Ben, don't call Joe stupid." She got out of bed, the boys were still sitting there; without turning around she knew what to say. "Joe, don't stick out your tongue at Ben." She put on her bathrobe and walked into the hall, it was quiet. Down the stairs she walked; Rory walked into the kitchen, it already smelled like coffee as it always did, once again Rory noticed how quiet it was. "Boys!" The two little devils ran down the stairs; they looked angelically up at their mother when they had reached the kitchen. "Where's Frankie?" The two looked at each other and shrugged. "Frankie!" It was too early for this. "Frankie, bang on something." It was sad, Rory thought, that she knew what to do. Rory walked to the hall closet, she heard the banging. She opened he door, there hanging on a coat hook was Frankie. "Boys!" She picked Frankie off the coat hook. The boys ran passed her, up to their rooms; they didn't have to be told where to go, they already knew. Rory walked back into the kitchen with Frankie hot on her heals; he didn't like to be separated from his mother, for fear of his brothers. She stopped at the closed door, across the hall from the kitchen, she pushed it open. "Jess?"

"Yeah." Jess turned in his chair to face her, his computer was on and a new novel was sitting on his desk.

"Did you know that Ben and Joe put Frankie in the closet?"

"No."

"You didn't hear anything?"

"No."

"Great." Rory closed the door and walked in to the kitchen, pouring her first cup of coffee. Frankie sat at the island watching his mother; he looked nothing like his brothers, who both looked like their father; rather he looked like Rory. She smiled, he was her hope; her hope of a normal son. "So buddy, what do you want to do today?"

"Go to the beach." Why did Rory even ask? She already knew the answer; it was always the same when she asked. Today as her day off; and once again she spending it only with Frankie. Ben and Joe had misbehaved during the week – surprise, surprise – and Jess was once again working. He was always working; at least he was happy doing it. Rory stopped, asking her self that very question: 'Am I happy?' She knew her answer almost immediately. 'Yes.'