Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls

AN: Thank you for your patience with this, I had fun writing it because it is so fun and light. Enjoy!

July 19, 2030

"Dad?" Charlotte stood with her hands on her hips.

"Yes honey?" Logan looked up. Liam was using him as a human jungle gym and at any given moment his older son was trying to create a dog pile and Logan's biggest concern was that Liam was going to become a pancake.

"Can I go to Krista's?"

"Who is Krista?" Logan asked as he managed to get Liam to stop squirming on him, "Logan, sit," he warned the four year old.

"From school."

"Where does Krista live?"

"New York," Charlotte rolled her eyes.

Logan stood up from the floor and dusted off his pants as his two young sons immediately went back to tormenting each other, "I'm going to need more than that."

"Krista is a friend from school, she lives in Brooklyn."

"Kiddo, I'm not taking you to Brooklyn tonight."

"I could go by myself?"

Logan was positive he could feel veins popping out of his head, he supposed he understood how his own father must have felt when Honor had started wanting her independence. Logan's own awareness of what exactly Honor did with that independence was exactly why Charlotte would not be going to Brooklyn. "Does Mom know this girl?"

Charlotte shook her head. "But Dad, she is really nice, you would like her?"

Something tells me I wouldn't is all Logan could think as Charlotte began to show more irritation at the situation. "Tell you what, if Krista wants to come here, you guys can hang out here. Mom is away on business, I have had a really long day, and I don't have a way to come and get you because they go to bed early."

"Dad, I want to go to her house."

"What does her house have that ours doesn't?"

"It's cooler than our house!"

Logan winced. It had happened. His daughter had decided that they weren't cool - by all accounts though, Logan knew that most of her friends thought that the Huntzberger apartment was the place to be. Lots of space, all the newest and coolest gizmos and gadgets, unlimited snacks…but, Charlotte thought it was decidedly the worst place to have to spend her days. "She can come here, you guys can hang out, but you aren't going to Brooklyn. Understood?"

"Why are you so mean when Mom isn't here?"

"Because I am your Dad, not a tour guide."

"When does Mom get home?"

"Tomorrow," Logan told her, "why don't you call her and tell her how much you miss her?" he added with a hint of sarcasm in his tone as Charlotte stormed down the hall towards her bedroom, "dinner is at six!"

"Dada?" Liam smiled at his father.

"Yes my sweet man?" Logan grinned as Liam began rubbing his hand across his five o'clock shadow.

"A dinner?"

"We are having chicken," Logan told his son, whenever Liam said a … it meant he was trying to say what. "Will you be a good boy and not throw it all over me?"

"I eat in moush!"

"I can eat too Daddy, like a big boy," the four year old Logan grinned. Logan Richard Huntzberger was the spitting image of his father. When he was born it seemed for a moment like he might resemble his mother more, but Loey looked just like his father.

"You are a big boy," his father agreed with a smile, "you two gonna be good tonight? Go to bed nicely?"

"Where mama?"

"Mama is working," Logan told his older son. Rory was in Los Angeles, ironically she was meeting with Doyle, she hadn't told Paris about that yet, but had assured Logan that Paris would know about the meeting before they were photographed doing something like having lunch and it ended up on TMZ. Doyle had become a hot commodity in Los Angeles and it drove Paris insane. She had chosen to meet with Doyle because her Netflix show was being picked up for another limited series, and she wanted to ensure that she chose the best person to move the book from it's current form into a script. She had left two days earlier and would be home by dinner the next day.

"Why?" Liam asked innocently.

"Because she had work to do with Doyle."

"Why?" Liam repeated.

Logan exhaled, he hated this stage. Well, he had a love hate relationship with this stage. Liam was beyond infatuated with his siblings and his parents, but he was also infatuated with everything happening around him. Why? Why? Whyyyy? was basically on repeat during Liam's waking hours.

"Cuz Mama gots to work," Logan told his brother like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Your brother might be on to something there," the elder Logan laughed, "if I put on a show, will you two watch it while I make dinner?"

"Ok."

"Uh huh," Liam nodded.

Logan could see the television from the kitchen so he quickly turned on whatever the newest episodes of Mickey Mouse were and watched as the two boys snuggled together on the floor. The boys could fight, but whenever they were alone, they were just a pair of kids who wanted to snuggle. Liam wanted to do everything that his brother was doing, and Logan in turn wanted Liam to do nothing that he was doing, because Liam was a baby and Logan was a big boy at the tender age of four.

"Charlotte Emily Huntzberger, can you please come out here?" Logan called from the kitchen. He heard talking coming from her room, so he had to assume she was on the phone. Suddenly he was thankful they had left Hartford, if for no reason other than the fact that she couldn't scale a high rise to get herself into a taxi or onto the subway to go wherever the hell it was that she wanted to go. "Char, come on!" he shouted a moment later when she hadn't emerged. "I will take your phone away!"

Charlotte stomped down the hall holding her phone in her hand, "you can't take my phone away, if you take my phone away, how would I talk to Mom or Grandma?"

Logan laughed, he knew this was a phase, a phase they would hopefully be on the other end of soon, but it was exhausting. "Well your Mom lives here, so this whole gotta talk to mom thing really won't fly. Charlotte, can you please just set the table?"

"Where is whatsherface?"

"What's her face?" Logan repeated and crossed his arms across his chest, Charlotte was moving into dangerous territory now, "do you mean Paula, the maid?"

"She's new. There are so many, I can't keep track."

"Charlotte in your entire life, we have had two maids. Paula has been with us since we moved to Manhattan. What is with this attitude? This behaviour… it isn't you. You are acting like a spoiled brat."

Charlotte rolled her eyes and made her way into the kitchen, she opened a couple of drawers to produce cutlery and placements for the table. "I'm not spoiled."

Logan took a deep breath in an effort to keep his cool. Sure, he thought to himself. Not spoiled. They lived in an enormous apartment in Manhattan, she went to the best private school on the Upper East Side, she had a driver, they spent a good part of their summer at their estate in the Hamptons, but Charlotte Huntzberger considered herself deprived. "Thin ice, kiddo."

"I read on the internet that you and Auntie Honor used to go out all of the time."

Logan bit his tongue, trying hard not to say something to the effect of Daddy and Auntie Honor were raised by sociopaths who got their shit together later in life. Instead he nodded his head, "my sister and I did a lot of things that I don't particularly want you or your brothers doing. I would prefer that you learn from my mistakes."

"It says that you sunk Pops' yacht. Why don't we have a yacht."

"Probably because I'm not exactly the best person to have captaining a yacht based on previous experience," Logan told her as he watched her continue to set the table, "Charlotte, what have you been reading about?"

"You and Mom."

"Me and Mom?"

"You know that if you have questions about Mom and I, you can just ask Mom and I?"

"But you guys don't tell the truth."

Logan glanced at his younger children who were happily watching their show, "what have we lied to you about."

"You had a wife before Mom!"

"And I never told you that I didn't have a wife before Mom," Logan was quickly thinking how this age might in fact be worse than Liam and his constant why phase.

"But you never told me that you did."

Logan wished Rory were home, oh, how he wished Rory were home. They had decided that they would tell Charlotte about her early years at some point, but had never really settled on when, and she had never asked. Charlotte knew that Logan had come back into her life when she was four, and the rest was history. "Well, I'll tell you now. I was married for four years before I was married to your Mom."

"But you met me when I was four."

Logan nodded, "I did, I didn't know about you."

"How do you not know about a baby? What kind of father doesn't know he has a baby?"

Logan really wish Rory was home now. "Well, I will leave some of the details for Mom to tell you, but how about after I put the boys to bed, so after dinner, and after you behave tonight…I will tell you about it?"

"What if I don't behave? You just won't tell me about my past? I can look it up."

"It really isn't your past Char, it is my past, and Mom…as for what I will do? I will take your phone away, turn off the internet, and sleep directly in front of the door with all of the devices in this house taped to my body. So…behave and we will talk. Otherwise, we will talk when Mom is home."

xxx

"Dada, I in cib," Liam was smiling as Logan put him down in his crib, they had read stories, Liam had drank milk. The younger logan was waiting in his room with a pile of books that he was reading before his father joined him. "Ou sit?"

"I'll sit for a minute," Logan smiled as he sat back down in the rocking chair and listened to his son babble, "you've gotta go to sleep, dude. Mom will be home in the morning."

"Mama, home?"

"Tomorrow," Logan explained, "Liam needs to go to sleep and then Mom will be home."

"I seep cib."

"You sleep in the crib," Logan smiled. He could see Liam begin to rub his eyes and he shoved his soother into his own mouth, "goodnight buddy, I love you." Logan stepped out quietly and closed the door, Liam was pretty good about sleeping, Logan however was normally a nightmare at bedtime. Today however, when Logan peaked in on his older son, he was relieved to see the kid asleep in his bed, surrounded by books and stuffed animals. Logan turned off the overhead light, and gave the little boy a kiss on the forehead, "I love you," Logan told him before pulling the blankets snuggly around the little boy. He left the room and exhaled once more. Charlotte. He had secretly been hoping that bedtime with his younger children would take longer. Maybe Charlotte would have forgotten or given up by the time Logan came to talk to her, but he knew she was far too like her mother to simply give up when she wanted something. He knocked on the door and pushed it open slightly, "hey."

"Hey," Charlotte looked up from the window seat she was reading in.

"May I?" Logan gestured to the bed and Charlotte nodded so he sat down, "so, I have to admit, it has been many years since I looked myself up on the internet. Care to fill me in on what you found?"

"I didn't know you were married. How did you get married on the same day I was born?"

Logan gave her half a smile, "book down," he told her and she complied before sitting up ever so slightly, "come sit over here."

Charlotte rolled her eyes and sat down, leaning against her padded headboard, "did you even love Mom?"

Logan took a moment to think before he spoke. Not because he couldn't answer her question, but because despite the fact that she thought being thirteen meant she understood everything, Logan knew better. "I have loved your Mom since I was in college," he told her truthfully, "your Mom and I…we dated when we went to Yale, and then…I moved to California, and your Mom was working for a presidential campaign, so we just…we couldn't be together anymore. A few years later, your Mom and I ran into each other, and well…we still loved each other a lot," Logan knew this was where he had to be careful with his choice of words. "So we started seeing each other again, but because of work, and I lived in London, Mom lived in New York…we still saw other people."

"You cheated on Mom?"

Logan shook his head firmly, "Mom and I didn't cheat on each other. We weren't perfect, I will never tell you that Mom and I were perfect, but we loved each other, and we didn't cheat on each other. We decided we were going to take a break, it was too hard with us being so far away from each other. I ended up getting engaged to someone else, and when I did that, I didn't know that mom was pregnant with you," now Logan knew he was lying, and when she was older, old enough to understand what it was like to have a romantic love, a person who completes who you are, he would explain it to her. "So I got married, and I didn't know about you. But it turns out, the woman I was married to…she did know about you, and she decided not to tell me about you, so that is why I didn't start coming around until you were four. My ex-wife, her name was Odette…we were just two people who shouldn't have been married."

"Was she mean?"

"Who? Odette?" Charlotte nodded her head, "no, she wasn't mean…we just…we didn't bring out the best in each other."

"Do you talk to her? My friend Peyton, her parents got a divorce but they still talk."

"No, Odette and I haven't talked in a long time. Your friend Peyton, her parents probably still talk because they have kids. If you don't have kids, you don't normally keep in contact after you get a divorce."

"Would you have married her if you knew about me?"

Logan put his arm around Charlotte and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. "Char, I would do just about anything to get back the time that I lost with you and your Mom. Finding out about you, and finding my way back to your Mom…it was the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Why didn't you have kids with her?"

Because I was in love with someone else, Logan thought for a moment, "she didn't want to have kids," he told her, it was a half truth. Odette and Logan had discussed kids, but it as always later.

"Will you and Mom have more kids? I want a sister."

Logan laughed, he had finally started to understand just how turbulent Charlotte could be. One minute she could be happy, the next she would be furious, she could move from subject to subject at an alarming rate, but he had been assured that it was simply what happened to teenaged girls. One day Logan had been the apple of her eye, and the next she was more interested in boys, cellphones and sneaking away to Brooklyn. "Char, I think that ship has sailed for your Mom and I. The five of us is good."