AN: First, thank you all sooo much for the reviews!This is a very sad chapter. At least I think so. The next chapter I'm a bit stuck on, but it should be out as soon as I can finish it. The next chapter will be happier- I promise! Rogan fans- This isn't a Rogan, but I am writing a Rogan fic called Solutions.
Anyways, Let me know what you think!

Chapter 4

It was time. He had let her have her way long enough. He walked in the front door of his house and shut it firmly. He strode confidently to the sitting room, where she was flipping through a magazine.

"You're home early." Came Katy's cold response. 'What, your whore had other plans?' She wondered.

She knew he cheated on her. How could she not know? She would have to be practically blind not to. The saddest part was she didn't really care very much. After all, she was doing the pool boy- and her chauffer. She just liked to throw him a little shit about it.

"My secretary received a call today." He responded, glaring at her as he set his briefcase down.

'What, she can answer phones and give blow jobs? Wow, talented.' She laughed inwardly.

"The call was from headmaster Johnson's office." He folded his arms over his chest.

This caught her attention. Her head snapped up, her mouth opened. "Why did they call you?"

"I told them last time that if they had any more problems to call me. He's going to St. Andrews at the end of the week." He told her, walking into his study.

"You can't." She yelled, anger coursing through her veins.

He turned around and looked at her. "Don't you dare tell me what I can or can't do. I run the house, never forget that. This is all mine. Remember that pre-nup you signed? You're a Huntzberger wife, nothing more. Don't you forget it. Without me, you're nothing."

With that, he walked out of the room.

Katy sat down on the sofa, feeling tears as they started to fall. "He's taking my baby…"

-GG-

Logan sat in his study, looking over the paper work. His son, Michael, was nine years old. He would be sent to St. Andrews boarding school by the end of the week. He had gotten into trouble with his headmaster for pulling a few pranks.

Until now, Katy had gotten her way. He allowed the boy to stay in Hartford for her. But no more. He couldn't have people talking about how Logan Huntzberger couldn't control his unruly son. It simply would not do.

-GG-

"Chris! Come to mommy sweety!" Rory called after her youngest son, Christopher James Edison.

Chris was a three year old ball of energy. He was named after his grandfather and his dad. Rory wanted to name him after her dad because he had become much closer to her in the past decade. Seth wanted to name Chris after himself since Lola got her mother and grandmother's name.

"No!" The little boy yelled, heading to the stairs. Even though the top of the stairs and the bottom of the stairs were both baby gated, she still panicked. She hurried over to him and scooped him in her arms.

"Mommy's got you!" She sang out, tickling his sides as he giggled. "Mommy loves you Chris."

"Love mommy." The little boy responded, melting Rory's heart as she cuddled him close.

Outside, in the large fenced in back yard, ten year old Scott Edison was playing catch with his dad.

"Do you think we could talk mom into it?" Scott asked his dad. He was currently attending Anders Middle School. He was in 5th grade, and he wanted to try out to play on the middle school football team in a few months.

Seth shook his head at his oldest son. "I don't know. She'll be afraid you'll get hurt." He told him, throwing the football, which his son easily caught.

"Dad, I'm not a baby anymore. I can handle it."

"I know that. I really do. Your mother is going to be tougher to convince." Seth knew he was starting to cave. He also knew his wife was going to kill him for even entertaining the idea.

"Dad, you can convince her to do anything, you know that." Scott protested, sending the ball back to his dad.

"We'll see." He told him.

His son smirked. He knew 'we'll see' really meant 'As long as your mother doesn't kill me.'

-GG-

"Are you sure you'll be ok by yourselves for a few days?" Rory asked, looking at them as she bit her lip, a worried expression on her face.

"Honey, I love you. The kids love you. We are ok. If your publisher needs you in California for a few days, then that is fine. Now go before you miss your flight." Seth told her, handing her the bag and kissing her.

She looked at her family with a pained expression. Her published called a few hours ago and needed her to fly out to California immediately. Apparently there was some sort of problem that could only be handled on the other side of the country.

"Lola, will you really be ok with the boys?" She asked her eight year old daughter as she gave her a large hug.

"Mom! I'm fine… go!" Lola told her, ushering her out the door.

Rory stopped to look at her beautiful daughter. Lola had bright blue eyes and dark hair with fair skin, just like her mother. Her nose was often stuck in a book, and she loved junk food and caffeine.

She turned to look at her oldest son. Scott had dark hair and green eyes, just like his father. He enjoyed sports and science. As much as Lola resembled Rory, Scott resembled Seth.

She turned to her youngest. Chris. He was a mixture of the both of them. He had aqua colored eyes and dark hair. His mother's nose and his fathers chin. He was highly active, but he was still a good little boy.

Rory kissed them each one more time, lingering slightly when she kissed Seth.

"I'll call tonight." She told them all.

"GO!" Seth and Scott yelled, shooing her out the door.

She walked to the car that was waiting to take her to the airport, feeling sad. She knew it was only for a few days, but it still broke her heart to be away from her children. She could never imagine being apart from them on a permanent basis.

-GG-

Katy stood sniffling in the airport, hugging Michael.

"Good bye sweety." She told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

The little blonde haired, brown eyed boy looked up at his father.

"I'm sorry father." He told him, looking down in a quiet voice.

Logan looked down at his son. Michael was a miniature version of Logan. Looking at pictures of when Logan was younger, people could hardly tell a difference in the two.

"You're learning your lesson. Just don't screw this up." He told the boy, glancing at his watch.

"We put you on commercial because you may not always have the jet with you. You need to learn to take commercial flights, horrid as they are." He told his son.

The little boy nodded, his lip quivering.

-GG-

Rory sat in the waiting area, waiting for her flight to be called. She enjoyed people watching; it gave her material for her books. She wasn't seeing anything of much interest until she noticed the blonde man in the expensive suit, towering over his son.

As the airport was not very crowded at the moment, she was able to hear their conversation.

"I'm sorry father."

"You're learning your lesson. Just don't screw this up."

Rory held in a gasp. She hadn't spoken more than a polite hello and goodbye to Logan in the past thirteen years. She always knew he was destined to become his father, but she never realized to what extent.

The Logan she knew in college would never have treated a child- his child, like that. Then again, the Logan she knew in college had been for all intents and purposes dead for the past thirteen years.

She felt tears welling in her eyes. She was so lucky to have Seth. He was a wonderful husband and father. She loved all his quirky habits. She loved that he was a "Science Geek." She couldn't imagine her life without Seth and their children- and to think, when she first met him at her first LDB event she barely gave him a second thought!

It wasn't until after Logan left, when Colin and Finn were setting her up on blind dates, that she and Seth met. Colin decided to set them up together. They could hardly believe that neither realized before what a perfect match they were.

A few months into their relationship his parents wanted to meet her. She was very nervous about high society families after her ordeal with Logan's family. She was pleasantly surprised to find that his family thought they were wonderful together. Of course, it helped that they let them think she wasn't working.

She heard her flight being called, and considered not boarding. She glanced over at Logan's son, who was being told that it was time to leave. She really just wanted to go home and make sure her children knew how much they were loved. Sighing, she got in line to board the plane anyway. She would just have to make sure the business got resolved quickly so she could get back to her family.

She sat in her seat, and watched as the stewardess led the little boy to the window seat next to her.

His shoulders were slumped, and he was shaking.

'He's so scared.' She realized. She grabbed her bag and dug out several packages of candy.

"When I'm upset I have to wallow. My mom made me, and I make my kids. It's tradition. Wanna wallow?" She asked, giving him a soft smile as she handed him some candy.

The little boy looked up at her. He cocked his head to the side. "I'm not supposed to take candy from strangers."

Rory laughed. "That's very good advice. I'm Rory Edison. And you are?" She asked, giving him her hand to shake.

"Michael Huntzberger." He gave her a hearty hand shake.

"Now we're not strangers. So I repeat: wanna wallow?"

Michael gave her a smile and grabbed the skittles.

Throughout the flight, they continued to talk. He told her all about his pranks that he was being sent away for.

'Logan, that hypocritical bastard. If people were sent away for pranks, he would have been exiled long ago!'

Rory told him about her children and her life. She even included a couple of the tamer LDB stunts from college- not specifically mentioning the LDB, of course. She thought it ironic, here she was telling him about the LDB, when someday he would be in it himself.

When the plane landed she gave Michael a hug. "Good luck sweety."

"Thanks Rory." He told her, smiling.

They got off the plane, and she watched as he walked over to a driver in a uniform, standing there with a sign that said Michael Huntzberger.

She watched as the little boy walked out of site. She pulled out her cell phone.

"Sydney?...I'm sorry, I can't leave my family right now… that's fine if the publishing date gets pushed back…we'll wait until you're in town…yes…uh huh… my family needs me… ok… you too…bye." She hung up the phone and walked to the ticket counter, booking the next ticket back to Hartford.