/N: I am so sorry! It's been a really long time since I updated this story. Just got so wrapped up in summer I completely forgot. Thanks for the reviews! The Italics are pieces of conversations.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Rory

I lay in bed the next day, completely immobile. I couldn't move, I couldn't think, I couldn't breath. My mind kept replaying what happened over and , and that was when I was awake. Dreams were worse, but it's not like I slept very much that night, anyway. Mom stayed all night, comforting me.

"I screwed things up so bad Mom. I should have just told him."

"There's nothing you can do now Hun. Come on, get up."

But I couldn't.

Lawrence was wailing. I was too, yet I dragged myself up. I had let my husband down, but I couldn't let down my kids.

"I'm going to take Cameron to school, are you going to be ok with Lawrence here?"

"He's my son Mom."

I picked him up and sat down in the rocking chair.

"I know you miss your Daddy baby." I said out loud. "I miss him too." I wondered if things were going to work out. I really needed them to.

"This wasn't supposed to happen."

"What Hun?"

"He wasn't supposed to be like Dad. I'm not supposed to have to do it alone."

I rocked Lawrence more, until both of our tears had subsided. "He'll be back. He'll come home." I said trying to convince myself.

LOGAN

"It wasn't supposed to happen this way."

Her words rang in my head like a bad hangover. I tried to think of anything else, but I couldn't. I wondered if I had done the right thing. I just needed time to think this thing through, and it would be incredibly hard seeing her bruised face. I just couldn't handle the fact that she didn't tell me, so I was staying at Colin and Finn's apartment for the time being. My phone rang and for a split second I hoped it was her, but it wasn't going to work like that, even if she was the one to put us in this position.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Is this Logan Huntzberger?" The voice asked. It sounded very sterile.

"This is he."

"I'm calling for Alkaline Lab in Hartford, with you paternity results."

"Yes, of course." I had forgotten all about that, it lost all importance to me.

"It's negative. Your not Jason's father." I wasn't relieved, like I thought I would be after waiting to hear those words, But I wasn't. I felt no feeling at all, I was completely numb. I hung up and continued to nurse my drink. Finn was pacing in between rooms, his cell phone glued to his ear. I knew who he was talking to, he was talking to Rory, who else?

"Alright Love, I'll be right there. No, he's staying here. 15 minutes." He said before hanging up. He grabbed his jacket and keys. "I have to go take care of something, tell Colin to call me."

He was gone without a trace. Probably to comfort my wife. All while I was here alone with a bottle of alcohol and my thoughts.

FINN

I opened the door to the apartment and shivered. Either Rory had turned on the AC or there was a vibe. I called for Rory, heading down the hall. She came out of her room, looking surprisingly calm.

"What are you doing here?" She asked me, looking confused.

"The ever so lovely Lorelai called me. Said I should be here."

"I'll be fine. I can't just lie in bed all day. I have kids, my job." This was a new register of weird, even for Rory.

"But Love, what about Logan?" I asked quietly. She froze, like his name startled her.

"I can't think about him Finn. Cameron and Lawrence need me to be strong, for them."

"Ok. How about we make some coffee and talk then."

"I really don't want coffee right now." Hell, this was more serious than I think even she realized.

"Milk then, or juice. Maybe some vodka."

"Sure Finn." She followed me into the kitchen where I pulled down the solo bottle of alcohol that Rory or Logan owned at any one time. It was pathetic. I poured a little and sipped it. Rory did the same with her orange juice, only letting me put a little vodka in her cup. There was a pregnant pause. A huge one. I tried to figure out what to say to get her to open up to me.

"How is he?" She practically whispered, looking down at her drink. How could I tell her that he hasn't moved all day, nursing bottles of alcohol and staring off into space, hardly even talking.

"What do you want me to say, Love?" If she wanted me to lie, I would. Her face answered the question for me, even though she was scared of the answer.

"The truth," she answered sadly.

"He's a bloody mess. I've never seen him that down before." A single tear slid down her cheek. I put my cup down and hugged her, which only encouraged the tears.

"I didn't want this Finn, none of this. I just want him home." She managed to say.

"Come on, Love," I led her to her bedroom, where she lay on the bed and let the tears come, mumbling incoherent things I didn't really understand until she finally fell asleep. I quietly walked back to my apartment, infuriated, who the hell did he think he was? He said he wasn't going to do that to her again. I flung the door open, getting angrier with each step.

"Logan!" Of course, sitting in the same place as before. He looked up at me.

"Not now Finn," he told me. I wouldn't take that. I wasn't going to sit by and watch them fall apart, not by his stubbornness.

"I don't care, you are going to sit there and listen to what I have to say." I positioned my hands on his chair so he couldn't get away. "Do you know what you did to her?"

"Who?" He asked. Logan wasn't stupid, stubborn an ass, yes. Stupid? No. He knew who I was talking about.

"Rory." My tone didn't change, I was still mad as hell.

"How is she?" He asked in almost the same tone as Rory's, timid, slightly shaken and scared of the answer.

"Exactly how you left her." It was a low blow, but he deserved it.

"This is her doing Finn." Sorry excuse.

"Oh really? She left you?"

"No, but she kept it from me. I'm her husband." His skull was too thick. I felt like knocking him against the wall. How could he be so dense?

"Then get your head out of your bloody ass and start acting like it." I practically yelled before going to my room and slamming the door.