disclaimer- I don't own Gilmore Girls

When Louise Grant had first met Logan Huntzberger, he'd just been another guy. When he'd proposed to her, she'd accepted because her parents approved of him, and he would keep her satisfied. He hadn't. He was always off with beautiful girls about half his age, trying to forget how badly he had gotten burned. True, she did much the same thing, scandalous affair after scandalous affair with whomever would take her. Her parents were happy. His parents were happy. But their son was miserable, she could tell. He'd always wanted a mother, someone to be there for him. Thinking of that always made her think about Rory. She hadn't seen her or heard from her since spring break in her freshman year at Yale. She missed her a lot, the only girl who could keep Paris calm. The only girl who could dream as big as Paris, yet remain the sweetest person on earth. She'd always felt bad for snubbing her over Tristin. She'd known that Rory was in love with her gorgeous, tall boyfriend, but crossing Paris was just too dangerous. She wondered how Rory was doing now. Whether what's-his-face had gotten a divorce, and ended up with Rory. She had no idea how she was doing, but she was willing to bet that she was happy. A lot happier than her. But maybe, just maybe, if she used her old friend as her example, she could be happier.

"Logan." he spun around to see Louise standing in the doorway, "We need to talk."

"Can't it wait? I need to get to work."

"No. We need to talk now."

"Okay, I'm listening."

"Well, I've been thinking. About us. And Josh. And my old friend."

"Can you just cut the chase and tell me? I really don't have time for a long discussion."

"I'll get to the point when I get to the point. How we've been acting, like we're in college, like we're 'friends with benefits' not married, that's not fair to Josh."

"You've been doing it too! It hasn't been just me. What, you just want to attack me, tell me I'm a failure, that I have no idea how to be an adult? Well, if that's all this is, I have to get to work." he yelled.

"I didn't say it was just you! I've been just as bad! But I want to change, I want us to be a family, and we can't be a family unless you try to change, too." she shot back at him.

"What brought this sudden change of heart? You just suddenly decided that it's important? We've been married fro 17 years, we've had a son for 16 of them. Now, suddenly, you want to be a parent? Why now?"

"I was thinking about an old friend of mine from school, and how she was probably happy because she worked for those things, and she grew up with a mother who worked for those things, and I want Josh to be like her, and have a good life like her, if it's not too late."

"What's this miracle girl's name? Can you find it in the bible? Is she some kind of angel?"

"You know what, forget it. I'll be there for him, you go on screwing anything in a skirt. The three of us don't need to be a family, the two of us being a family will work, too! I thought, maybe you cared enough about your son to make an effort, but I guess not. Sorry to have made you late for work." she spun on her heel and stalked out of the room.

"Louise! I'm sorry, I'll try too." he called out.

"Thank you!" she cried bitterly, not sounding thankful at all, not turning around.

Josh stepped out the door, trying to understand what had just happened. His mother wanted to be a mother to him. His father was, although grudgingly, going to try to be a father to him. For the first time in his life, he felt overwhelming compassion for his mother. If she actually tried, he might even be able to forgive her.