Finn is the gatekeeper, being that he has the most reliable memory and ability to put things in a place to be found when a night of drunken revelry gets out of hand. However it looks like he forgot something rather important, as did everyone else.

Disclaimer: So not mine, jeepers if they were do you think I'd be writing for free?

A/N: So here in the US, it is a holiday weekend called "Labor Day" we celebrate the worker with a paid day off, it is a nice sentiment, unfortunately not all workers get to benefit from the day. To all you who toil this Holiday, I salute your labors!

What They All Forgot

Chapter 8 – Mitchum

They climbed into the waiting car happy to not have to drive themselves since they were all reeling from the visit with Emily and were half way to the dress fitting location when finally Rory spoke breaking the tension that was threatening their calm.

"Did that really just happen, I mean did my grandmother give us her house, her blessing and her help? Pinch me!" She looked to Logan and then Finn.

Logan kissed her instead slowly at first and then with deep intense passion, "Does that feel real enough?" She nodded mutely and Finn raised his hands in surrender, "I would not wish to injure my lovely, pregnant wife, you bruise like a peach and I would hate to be accused of abusing you."

Finn laughed, "I agree, whenever you fear it isn't real, just kiss Logan just like that, like that won't keep tongues from wagging,"Finn rolled his eyes at the absurdity, "Seriously now, don't you think we should call Mitchum? I mean if Emily knows, than Shira knows, so Mitchum is sure to know and is waiting your call. "

Logan looked at his friend then to Rory and then took out his phone to make the fateful call.

"Logan, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" Mitchum answered the phone with false cheer. "Is my lovely daughter-in-law with you?" his tone reflected his obvious displeasure, but was cordial nonetheless.

Logan had the phone on the cars speaker and Rory cringed.

"Look dad, I know this wasn't the plan, but what's done is done, what do you need for us to do to make this as painless as possible." Logan made the effort wrapping Rory's hands in his.

"What I need is for this to not be true, tell me you didn't get married, in Vegas in December of 2005 as this record I had expedited shows, and that you, your wife and all your friends conveniently forgot? I am assuming your friends were in attendance, they seem to be present at all your disasters, and tell me that she isn't pregnant, also please educate me as to how I can't make this spin and not crash, how am I doing so far?" Mitchum was a force even over the phone.

"We are married, have been for over a decade, yes we somehow all forgot and she is seven weeks pregnant, so I an only confirm the record." Logan waited for the bomb to go off.

"So, am I correct to presume you are staying married, at least that is something, and my next guess is you want to transfer to Hartford." Mitchum was obviously writing something down, a habit Logan knew he had when he was trying to control his temper.

"Yes, we are staying married and raising our child, I would prefer to live and work in Hartford, but respect that I may need to resolve some London things first." Logan prompted.

"We will see about switching your load, perhaps Bobbie or Nigel can move up and you won't have to return except to oversee the closure of your apartment, unless you want to keep it?" Mitchum advanced.

"Bobbie is a good choice, Nigel would be a good hand to her, and I think we will keep the apartment for now, it is a good investment and will allow me to continue to oversee things as needed. What can we do to make this news less bizarre?" Logan asked as they pulled into the shop parking lot to drop off Rory.

"Nothing will make this less bizarre, but if there is a picture, your mom would like it for the mantle, and son plan on bringing your wife to a family meal soon, your Mother was thinking Sunday Brunch, this Sunday. I know you have appointments to get to so I won't keep you, but don't ignore me if I call, this is a tricky thing for even us to manage. We need to be a united front." Mitchum signed off and Logan just looked at the phone in awe.

"That was actually civil, not at all what I expected." He looked at Rory who looked pale. "Are you okay, you look like you are going to be sick?" He handed her a chilled bottle of water from the well and rubbed her neck with ice which seemed to restore her color.

"That was so weird, and you know this means your mom is my mother-in-law, your dad is my father-in-law? I like Honor, so her being my sister-in-law is okay, but I am an auntie too and the kids don't know me as auntie, just Rory, this will be so weird so confusing, but they are small so maybe it'll be fine, kids adapt right? Then there is the Sunday Brunch. How are the Huntzbergers going to take knowing that they are now related to a diner owner who has a daughter he didn't know about for the first twelve years of her life? This is all too weird, I wish I could lie down. I feel as if someone is just making this up as they go along, it can't really be happening; can it?" Rory looked at Logan with pleading eyes.

"As much as I wish this was some ridiculous story about us, it isn't it's our life and we just have to keep going through it. I love you", he kissed her temple and held her close, "it will all work out, you'll see." He promised as he helped her from the car and left her with the girls for the fitting, Finn emerged and handed her the shoe bag. Then the men returned to the car to go to their tux fittings.