AN: This will not be a Rogan, but the entire fic won't be as sad as the first few chapters. This fic has already been all planned out. I'm sorry to all you Rogan lover's out there. If you want to hang in there and continue to read this fic, I promise the ending is happy. There will only be about 6 or 7 total chapters to this. Anyways, please read & review. I want your opinions on this. Thanks to everyone!

Six Weeks

He hadn't seen her in almost a year. Not since she told him she was pregnant. He skipped parties he knew she would attend. His reason was simple: He couldn't handle seeing her belly swollen with another mans child growing inside her.

He threw himself into his work more than ever. The only time he spent with his was time he used to try to impregnate her. One heir: That's all it would take. Then his family would finally get off his back. The pressure would be off. Once there was an heir, Logan would be free to do whatever he wanted- discretely, of course.

Tonight however, there was still no heir. His excuses had worn thin. He was going to a party, and he knew she would be in attendance. Tonight, he would go and smile. He would mingle. He would watch Rory and Seth play the perfect fucking Hartford society couple. Just the thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. At least he never had to see her when she was pregnant…

Logan was sitting at the dining room table, drinking his orange juice as he ate his breakfast, skimming the paper. It was Sunday. Sunday, April 27th to be exact. He was only home instead of at work at his father's insistence.

Mitchum had insisted that Logan spend a bit more time with his wife, "working on a family," as he had put it. In other words, Logan was to fuck his wife more often than his secretary until there was an heir.

He picked up his orange juice and continued to read the paper. The contents on the next page caused him to choke.

Katy walked in the room in time to witness her husband's choking. "Logan, darling, are you alright?" She asked him, concern evident in her voice.

There were times when she thought he really didn't love her. She knew he didn't love her when they married. It was arranged, after all. She certainly didn't love him when they first married. But he had grown on her.

When he would work late, never coming home, she wondered if something was wrong with their marriage. Then he would go and do something so sweet, like staying home from work for the day, and suggesting they start a family. Then all her concerns would be forgotten.

"I'm fine." Logan told her, glaring viciously at the paper, as if it were a snake.

Once Katy had left the room, he read the article:

Scott Declan Edison was born to Seth and Lorelai Edison on Friday, January 25th. The baby was born at Hartford Memorial Hospital, weighing in at 7 pounds, 4 ounces, and was 21 inches long.

The article went on to mention a few facts about Seth and Rory, along with both their families. Along with the article was a picture of the "happy couple" at the Gilmore Gala last December. Logan threw down the paper when he saw the picture of a happy Seth with his arm around a very pregnant Rory's waist.

That was six weeks ago. Now, in the middle of March, he had to go to a society function that he knew they would be at. He took a deep breath and grabbed the bottle of scotch. He figured he may as well fortify himself for the no doubt difficult evening ahead.

-GG-

Later that evening, Logan and Katy walked in the Thompson mansion together, smiling at everyone. Katy's smile was real and happy to be around her friends; Logan's was forced and bitter.

He quickly made his way over to his brother in law, Josh. They stood together, sipping scotch and making small talk.

Logan was looking around the room while he talked with Josh. He held in a gasp when his eyes met the sapphire blue pools of Rory's eyes. He smiled politely at her, and then turned back to Josh. The brief moment their eyes had met bore into his mind. Those eyes were always his undoing. They haunted him.

He would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night from a dream. The dream was always the same… her face was faded, but those eyes- her eyes- followed him.

He knew he had to get over it. It wasn't as if he sat in front of the television with a pint of Rocky Road and cried his heart out over her. No, it was more of a bitter regret mixed with anger and frustration. The anger was at him; the frustration was at the situation.

-GG-

Rory's eyes met Logan's, and she smiled politely before turning away. She walked over to her husband, who was standing by Finn and Colin.

"Honey, there you are." Seth said, pulling her closely to his side. She smiled up at him.

"Here I am."

"Where did you go? Emily was looking for you earlier."

"I was talking to Stephanie and Rosemary near the bar. Steph's mother was walking over towards us, so I made a getaway back here." She replied, leaning a bit closer into him.

He nodded. Stephanie's mother was one of the biggest gossip queens in Hartford. Rory simply didn't like the woman.

-GG-

The two men continued their boring small talk until Mitchum came up, requesting to speak with Logan. Josh nodded, and walked away, leaving Logan with his father.

"What can I help you with father?" He asked, a bored expression on his face, his tone dull.

Mitchum grinned. "That's easy. Continue the family line. Then I'll leave you alone. All you need to do is give the Hunztberger family their heir. That's it. Then I'll resign, and you can run everything all on your own. You have full say in the business and in your life. Well, as long as you don't disgrace our family."

Logan raised an eyebrow. His father had been on his case for sometime now about an heir, but he realized then that an heir truly was the key to his freedom. It wouldn't make him happy, or change his life, but at least he could be miserable on his own terms.

He nodded. "I'll think about it."

Mitchum nodded. He knew his son hated his life. He would do more than think about it.

Logan continued to think about what his father said for the rest of the night. If he had an heir soon, he would be able to bury himself in his work. He would never have to worry about pleasing his family again. He would of course have to smile at a function every once in a while, but nothing major.

When Logan and Katy got to their mansion, he began to slowly kiss her neck, pulling her flush against him. She sighed, loving it when her husband wasn't concerned with work.

He led her up to their bedroom, quickly closing the door behind them and leading her to the bed.

"Darling…" She began, pushing him away slightly.

"Hmm…"

"I need to… tell… you… something." She gasped.

He pulled away. "Can it wait?"

She smiled. "I was waiting for the perfect time, when you weren't busy with work. I'm pregnant."

Logan stood up. "Pregnant?" He smiled widely. "This is perfect."

She nodded. "Yes, it is. I'm six weeks along. Remember that day in January that you didn't go in to work? Well…" She broke off, smiling again.

Logan nodded, thoughts racing through his head. He would keep her happy for the next seven and a half months, making sure his heir was ok. Then he would be free.

He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. "You look tired. Get some sleep. You are sleeping for two now. We need to take care of the baby." With that being said, he left the room to go to his home office, smiling madly all the way. He spent most of his time in his office not only because of work, but because it was the only place in their house that wasn't cold and unfeeling. He couldn't think of a better place to celebrate in their mausoleum than his office.

Once in his office, he grabbed some scotch and a cigar. Sitting in his chair, he placed his feet up on his desk. He finally had full control of the business and his family. The power he gave up everything- including Rory- for was finally his.

-GG-

A few miles away Rory and Seth were walking into their home. While it was a large mansion, like all the others in their neighborhood, it was a home. There was warmth surrounding the entire place. Many people commented specifically about that when they would have company over for dinners or parties.

"Seth." Rory smiled wickedly at her husband, grabbing his arm.

"Rory." He responded, looking at her curiously.

She began to lead him upstairs to their bedroom. Once inside, she kissed him passionately.

"What's today Seth?" She asked, between kisses.

"What?" He was thoroughly confused.

"The date. What is it?" She stepped slightly away from him, smirking.

"Ummm… March 10th?"

She nodded. "Yes. March 10th. Any significance?"

He looked at her like she was crazy. Then, it hit him. "Oh, Scott is six weeks today. I'm sorry Ror, I didn't mean to forget. Wow, can you believe we've been parents for six weeks?"

She began to laugh at her husband. He was so cute, yet clueless right now. "Seth… what does it mean for a woman six weeks after giving birth?"

He blinked, looking at her. "Huh?"

"Oh, OH!" He said, shaking his head at his stupidity.

She laughed again.

"Are you sure you're ready?" He asked, taking her into his arms, holding her lovingly.

She nodded, kissing him, as she led him over to the bed.