Author's Note: Hmmmm, okay this is the right chapter 37, just checking. Okay sorry for the mix up earlier. I'm sorry some of you aren't enjoying the story anymore… Uhhhh…. I like it. I never said this was a Rogan fluffyness story. Some of those really bug me. This story is a Rogan, but it's full of angst and drama. I'm working on a lot of different stories now as well; ones that I will start posting after this one. The next couple of chapters are going to be very short, but are necessary. They will have huge time jumps. Sooo…. LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls people…

Chapter 37

Julia

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Logan looked up at the ceiling of the psychologist's office. He was counting how many dots there were. He was waiting for the doctor to come in for his weekly appointment. He had been going there for three months now and he was finally beginning to open up to Dr. Crouse. He had started going because it was part of the condition his father had made him agree to. Logan wanted to get out of London and Mitchum agreed as long as he went to therapy and cut back his hours. Logan agreed happily and moved back to New York, where he usually hung out with Colin and Finn. They were helping him get through all of his hard times. That usually included drinking. Logan had been drinking a lot lately, especially alone. Logan was brought back into reality when he heard the door to the office open.

"Good morning," Dr. Crouse said numbly. Logan nodded in his direction. He started twiddling his thumbs as the doctor sat down in the chair across from him. The doctor took out a note pad and lowered his glasses to the tip of his nose. "So Logan how was your week?" Logan sighed.

"Relatively uneventful," Logan said truthfully. The doctor nodded and waited for him to proceed.

"Did Rory send the divorce papers again?" Logan chuckled.

"Yeah she did."

"And you sent them back again?"

"Well yeah," he said with a small smile.

"Explain to me again why you won't divorce her."

"Well you see, she completely detached herself from all of my assets, so it doesn't harm me at all being married to her. I won't give her the satisfaction of getting out of this that easily."

"Don't you think divorcing her would give you closure? Logan shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

"I don't want closure."

"Why not?"

"Can we change the subject?"

"Okay fine, did you get together with Colin and Finn this week at all?"

"A couple of nights."

"What did you guys do?"

"We… Went to bars."

"I see."
"You see what?"

"Logan you have been drinking a lot lately," The doctor admitted bluntly. Logan blinked.

"Um, a little bit yeah," he said shamefully.

"Your friends and family seem to think you have a problem," the doctor said nonchalantly.

"Oh?" Logan asked getting a little aggravated.

"Yes, don't you think you have a problem?" Logan shrugged.

"Not really…"

"I see, you can come in now," he said as a bunch of people filed into the room including Colin, Finn, his father, Honor, Lydia, and Hunter. Logan gave them a puzzled look.

"What's going on?" Logan asked defensively.

"Logan," the doctor said calmly, "this is an intervention.

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Rory stared at the little bundle she held in her arms. She was standing on her porch in Stars Hollow and was holding her two week old daughter, Julia. Rory had never felt so needed in her entire life. Julia was completely helpless without her and today, holding her in her arms, she truly felt like a mother. Julia had Rory's eyes, her nose, and her dark hair. She looked completely peaceful dozing off to sleep in her arms. Rory rocked her back and forth and held Julia close. She would never let anything bad happen to her ever. Rory had stuck to her decision on not telling Logan, even if her mother had protested. She didn't care. She didn't want Logan involved in Julia's life. She refused to let her daughter grow up as a spoiled rich kid, who was raised by a nanny. She wanted to raise Julia and watch her grow. She would teach Julia about the joys of books, movies, and coffee. She would save the coffee part until she was a little bit older, but she was determined to raise her child her way. Even if that meant Julia would be without a father. As she was standing there, Lorelai came up behind her.
"Hey," she said quietly. Rory didn't respond and stroked Julia's face. "He sent them back." Rory sighed and turned around to face her mom.

"He's not going to give up easily is he?" Lorelai shook her head. Rory turned back around and continued to rock Julia back and forth. She forced herself not to cry. She was happy being here. Wasn't she?