-1Hey guys! Sorry for thelong wait again. I got sick again, with bronchidits this time.. And then I found out that my boyfriend of two months has been volunteered to go Iraq for a year, and I might not see him before he goes. My brother is going to Cuba for 3 months on top of that. And the grand daddy of them all, is my boyfriend isn't speaking to me because his sister got into a really bad accident and he's been so worried about he nothing else is processing except his impending fate to go to war. It's a known fact that I write when i'm depressed, so expect perhaps not nessacairly updates on AS and Nightmare, but maybe some new stories or one-shots. I've already started working on a new AU military related-Trory. If anyone wants a sneak peak to tell me what they think so far, let me know! Okay, it's kinda short, but you got a long one last time! Enjoy. xxBree

Australian Summer

Chapter 8:

Regrets

To say that Finnegan Rothchild II was beyond angry would be an understatement. To say that Logan Huntzburger was scared shitless would be as well. To say Finn was excited to see his parents would be a lie, unless you separated the two. He was thrilled to see his mother. His father however; well, he was just jumping for joy.

And lastly to say that Steph, Colin and Rose were all nervously uncomfortable would be completely accurate.

Myself, however, I was the essence of calm, not knowing the true storm brewing. I stood close to Finn, just naturally fitting into his side.

While Mr. Rothchild stared intently at Logan, and Logan stared back, holding his new born daughter in his arms.

"You must be Rory, Lorelai's daughter!" Aryn (Finn's mother) exclaimed.

"Yes!" I smiled as I was engulfed in a hug.

"I see you and Finn are getting along." She nudged Finn a bit in the side. I began blushing profusely. If she only knew... then the thought of her knowing crossed my mind and I blushed even more. I felt Finn wrap an arm around my waist and kiss my head. I had completely zoned out.

Apparently so had Logan, because little Aryn didn't enjoy how he was holding her, and her cries brought him back to the world.

"Oh! Right!" he adjusted her in his arms, softly cooing to her.

"May I?" Aryn gestured to the baby. Logan nodded before handing the baby to her grandmother.

"What are you doing here?" Mr. Rothchild finally spoke, his anger present as his granddaughter was safely out of his arms.

"Bonding with my daughter while her mother, my girlfriend, rests."

"You two broke up. And there is no way you came from America, so what are you doing here?"

"Correction, you forbade her from seeing me. And I've been here since the beginning of the summer, err, winter. Whatever."

"Finnegan!" I flinched at the tone his father used.

"Yes, father?"

"Is there a reason you choose to ignore me?"

"Actually-"

"Do you think that just because you are over 18 you no longer have to listen to me? You may no longer legally be my responsibility, but your sister is. She is still my daughter, and when I give her an order, and you an order pertaining to her, you are supposed to follow it. Running to you damn grandparents will not always get you your way!"

"Father-"

"You." Mr. Rothchild turn his attention back to Logan. "Are to stay away from my daughter and her child. You are going to go back to Aryn's parents' and get your things, and then you will be back on a plane to America and will never speak to anyone in my family ever again. Understood." It wasn't a question.

"With all due respect-" Logan was cut off as Finn had been earlier.

"And you, Finn, will have nothing to do with him, and are to come home for the rest of your break. You are transferring to University here for the next semester."

"What-"

"Now, may I see my granddaughter?" Aryn was about to hand her over when Logan quickly took his daughter.

"No, you may not."

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused. I'm not staying away from them. Despite what you believe, I do love your daughter. True, our relationship didn't have the most innocent and secure start, but the end result is all that matters."

"Don't test me boy. Out of respect of my daughter and son's wishes I didn't press statuary rape charges on you, but I still can."

"Damn it, Dad! Just shut the bloody hell up! Logan is here, Logan is staying. He wants to be here, let him be here. Trust me, if he ever hurts Aryn or runs out on her or something, I will kill him. But he loves her, we've all seen it."

"And what makes you such an expert on love, boy?" Mr. Rothchild snarled. "If I recall, the reason you bothered to come home for break is because you got your heart broken, isn't it?" Finn, Rose and I all tensed at the mention of what was still looming in the background of our thoughts.

"Exactly." Finn spoke through clenched teeth. "I've had my heart broken, and I've fallen in love all over again, and I've almost had my heartbroken again. I know more about love than you obviously do."

"Shut your mouth, Finn." He warned.

"Mums the word, Father." Finn cynically complied.

"Finn, what is are you talking about?" Aryn asked.

"Nothing, Mum."

"Finn..."

"I'm staying at school in America. Logan is staying. I'm staying. Aryn is staying. I'm sure all this negative energy can't be good for the little monster, so why don't you leave and come back when you've matured some, Father." Finn stood in front in front of his father, not backing down. Stephanie had the baby in her arms as Logan and Colin helped him block the entrance to Aryn's room, while us girls entered.

"Consider yourself disinherited, Finn."

"Fine by me." Finn glared.

Mr. Rothchild left quickly, stalking away. As soon as he was out of sight, the three boys all deflated, looking utterly exhausted.

"This has been a shitty day." Colin whined.

"Hey." Logan punched him in the arm.

"You were only awake for the second half of it." Finn mumbled.

"Plus, it wasn't all that shitty." Logan looked into the door as we girls surrounded Ari(who was now awake) and the baby. "My daughter was born."

"With all ten fingers and all ten toes. Bright blue eyes and her mother's smile." Finn smiled at us as well.

"She's beautiful," Colin agreed. "Who would have ever thought the 3 of us would be this sappy over a baby?"

"Well, she's not just any baby." They silently agreed before making the presence known to the rest of us officially.
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When Gramps had arrived with the other now grandparents, he was intent on tracking down his son-in-law and beating him to a bloody pulp.

"I never should have allowed you to marry that boy." He barked. Finn and I watched in amusement while Aryn and Amelia tried to placate him.

"Father-"

"He's selfish, and arrogant, and pompous. Who does he think he is, forbidding a father to see their child? He hasn't spent the summer with them, he doesn't know how Logan feels."

"Dad..."

"I swear, if he didn't make you happy, I would have never allowed you to marry him."

"Daddy?" Finally acknowledging Aryn, Gramps turned to her. "I love you. You are a great, father. Unfortunately, my husband isn't as level headed as you are. Although, I do believe you weren't as thrilled when you found out the circumstance for our need to move up the wedding." She stated knowingly. Gramps looked down at the ground at that.

"I'm still sorry for that, baby."

"It's okay, Dad. I think he just feels like it him and I all over again. Although, we're happy, so I don't know why he's so against it. Maybe because he's so much older than her." Something seemed to have clicked in Finn's head.

"Circumstance? You moved your wedding up?" Finn asked, confused. Aryn looked to Amelia for help.

"Finn, your mother got pregnant with you while she was engaged to your father."

"So, he felt like he... I have to go."

"Finn?" I questioned after him as he began to walk away. I quickened my pace to keep up. "Finn, where are we going?"

"I'm going to see my father. You're... coming with me?" He wasn't sure, but kept walking towards his car nevertheless.

"Um, yeah. But... I don't have my... never mind I didn't have one." I jumped into the car as soon as we got to it.

We sat in silence for awhile, just driving. I noticed we were going the opposite way we'd arrived from. I inferred we were going to his actual house. I had no idea why we were going there, seeing as he told his father to leave. It intrigued me.

"So, why are we going to your father?"

"Let's just leave it at too many things just added up in my head."

"Okay."

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I had no idea how to respond to that, so I just shrank back into my seat, watching the scenery roll by. Sometime later we began to drive through an area similar to where my grandparent's lived in Hartford. We pulled into a long drive and parked. There was one other car in the actual driveway.

"Home sweet home." Finn muttered as he turned off the car.

"So, this is where you normally live?" I inquired.

"Yes. This is my parents house. Come on." He quickly left the car, leaving me to run after him.

"What are we doing here?"

"Well, I need to talk to my father." He stopped and turned to me. "You need to keep me from killing him." He resumed walking, as I stood there baffled. I didn't know what was going on.

"Finn?" I tried to call after him, but could only try to keep up.

I noticed this house was substantial smaller than Gram and Gramps'. There were far less rooms, although it still took an eternity to get to our destination. When we finally did, I was not expecting to see what I saw.

Mr. Rothchild was sitting at his desk, head in one hand and a photograph in the other. He didn't look up when we entered. But Finn, he made our presence known.

"He's not you." Startled, Mr. Rothchild looked up.

"What are you doing here?" He gruffed.

"He's not you. He's not with her because she's from society, or because she gave birth to his daughter. Not because it's the proper thing to do. The proper thing to do would have been for her to have an abortion before anyone knew. Or keep her out of the public eye with the baby. It's not a boy, so it's not the heir to the Huntzburger fortune just yet.

"You weren't around him before he found out. He may not have been fully abstinent, but he was a whole lot less promiscuous. Every girl suddenly was compared to Aryn. 'No, her boobs are way to big, I'll get strangled!' 'I'm kinda sick of all the air headed blondes.' 'Nah, dark hair doesn't do it for me.' 'Too tall.' 'Too skinny.'

"I don't question his intentions, Finn. He may care about her, but that doesn't mean he won't run the second things get hard!"

"Like you? Oh, wait, you couldn't run. Grandmother had used the last of the family fortune for my trust fund. You had no money of your own and needed Mom's right? I wasn't what kept you here, was I? You didn't care about us. Aryn was a mistake, too, right? Or was she planned to make everything look happy?"

"I do love you, Finn. You and your sister. You're still my children no matter how much the two of you infuriate me-" Mr. Rothchild began.

"We infuriate you? This coming from the man who was screwing his secretary when his 15 year old son walked in? You lucky I could never tell Mom."

"Still holding that over my head are you? You don't think Logan's going to end up like that? Or you? I hope you've been, careful with her-" He nodded towards me, "Wouldn't want another Gilmore scandal."

Something in Finn snapped as he lunged forward. I quickly grabbed his arm. "Finn, stop. He's not worth it." He relaxed a bit.

"You know nothing! Logan, even Colin has seen their parents cheat on e another. None of will end up that way."

"You think my parents didn't cheat on each other, Finn? Don't think I knew about It? Where do you think I learned the way life really works from."

"Well, I'm sorry I was the one to cause you so many problems, Dad. So sorry you got stuck with Mom because of me." There was so much hurt and betrayal evident in his voice. I could only look at the father of the man I loved and wonder how there was so much difference. With a fleeting glance I followed Finn out the door.

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"Finn..." I spoke meekly when we got in the car.

"Drop it, Ror." His accent was thicker than normal. I swear I could see tears in his eyes but he refused to let them fall.

He put the car into drive, and never looked back.