A/N: Finale…

Chapter 14: Epilogue…14 years later

It's been 14 years. Fourteen years since Logan and I got married. Over 14 years that I've loved him. We've built a life together. We have three children. Alexis is our oldest…she's about to be 13. Alexis is the perfect mix of me and Logan. Then there's Sara Elizabeth, she's 9. She's acts just like Logan. And finally, our only son. Michael Charles, he's 6. Logan says that Michael reminds him of me. He'd rather read than play video games.

Even though our life seems perfect it's not. Logan and I have had our ups and downs. We've also had heart break. Two years ago, we found ourselves pregnant again only this time it didn't end so happy. At 12 weeks, I had a miscarriage. Completely broke our hearts…the kids too. They were looking forward to a new sibling.

Today though…today is different. Six months ago, Mitchum had a heart attack. Most of us didn't think that he was going to make it with as much as he worked…but with a little rest and some physical therapy, he recovered. Unfortunately, a few days ago wasn't the case. I was sitting in my office when I got a call from Logan. He told me that he and Mitchum had met for lunch and just out of nowhere he collapsed…they rushed him to the hospital. He'd had a stroke. And this time he didn't recover. Poor Shira was heartbroken, as was the rest of the family. Especially Alexis. She loved her Grandpa Mitchum. She was the only one that he would let call him Grandpa. He loved her. Logan thought that it was because one day we would be leaving HPG to her, but Logan had watched them interact over the years…and sure enough, Mitchum adored our daughter.

Today was the funeral. Honor, Logan and I had spent the last 48 to 72 hours arranging everything. Poor Shira had drugged up on Valiums and locked herself in her bedroom only allowing the maid to enter. The service was a grand affair, Mitchum wouldn't have it any other way. After the service, everyone was gathering at the Huntzberger mansion. I was leaning against the wall, watching Logan and Shira, when Alexis walked over to me and looped her arm through mine. "You okay, Mom?" She asked me.

"Yeah sweetie, I'm okay. I'm more worried about your Dad. He's hasn't eaten anything. Neither has Grammy." I said.

"Mom, you know Dad, he won't until all of this is over." Alexis reminded me.

"Your right, kiddo. Where's your brother and your sister?" I asked her.

"Their in the dining room with Nana." She said, mentioning my mom.

"Okay. I should go see them. Get your Dad a cup of coffee, okay." I told her.

"Sure thing, Mom." She said.

I headed off to the dining room where I found my parents and my two youngest. "Hey guys. Mom." I said. Mom and I hadn't been as close since the kids had been born. She felt like I was just trying to appease my grandmothers and Shira, with the next heirs to our fortune.

"Hey Ror. How's Logan?" She asked.

"He's…Logan. He'd rather be at home. He hates this house, always has. I don't think that he would have gotten through this if it hadn't been for the kids…especially Alexis." I told her.

"Where is my Lexi?" Mom asked using her nickname for Alexis.

"She's getting Logan a cup of coffee." I said, and she nodded. "Why don't you and Dad come to the house tomorrow? We can have lunch and you can spend some time with the kids?"

Mom smiled a little. "That's sounds great kid."

"Good, I should make the rounds." I said.

I made my way through the crowds until I got back to the living room. I saw Logan talking to someone, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. I saw Logan point to me and then he shook the person's hand, walking over to me with them. I was shocked to say the least at who was walking toward me. It was someone that I hadn't seen in fifteen years. "Hi Tris." I said.

"Rory. I came to pay my condolences, and then Logan and I started catching up." Tristin said as Logan moved to stand beside me.

"Well, I know that Shira will appreciate it." I said.

"You and Logan have built quite the little empire for yourselves." Tristin said.

"That we have." I said, when suddenly, Alexis was beside me.

"Excuse me." Alexis said. "Umm, sorry to interrupt, but there's a problem in the study."

"What are you talking about? Aunt Honor is in there." I said, and she gave me a look. "Oh." I turned back to Tristin and Logan. "I'm sorry excuse me." I said.

"That's your daughter?" Tristin asked.

"My oldest yes." I said. I followed Alexis back to Mitchum's study. When I walked in, Honor was sitting on the couch balling like a baby. "Lex, coffee, now." I said. She took off to get coffee. "Honor, honey." I said, slightly rubbing her back to calm her down.

"He's gone, Ror. He's gone, and all of the kids had a better relationship with him than Logan or I ever did." Honor said.

"I know honey." I said.

After hours upon hours consoling Honor and accepting condolences from people I knew and some that I didn't, Logan, the kids and I found ourselves walking into our house at midnight. Logan immediately took Michael upstairs to bed, Sara groggily made her way to bed. I kicked my shoes off by the stairs and made my way to the kitchen for a glass of wine. After pouring Logan and myself a glass, I turned to see Lex. "You okay, sweetie?" I asked her.

"Umm not exactly, I need to talk to you and Dad." She said.

"Okay…" I said. "Is this a coffee, wine, or scotch kind of talk?" I asked her.

"You might want the tequila." She said.

"Get it, before your dad gets back." I grabbed the glasses and walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. Lex came back with the bottle and we waited for Logan.

When he walked into the kitchen, he looked at the two of us. "What?" He asked.

"Come sit." I said. "Our daughter needs to have a serious talk with us apparently."

He walked over and sat down between me and Lex. "Tequila? This is serious. What's going on, Princess?" Logan said.

"Okay, first of all, I want both of you to know that I love you, and that I hope that what I'm about to tell you doesn't make you hate me or get angry with me." Lex said.

"We could never hate you, your our daughter." I told her.

"Okay, I screwed up. I screwed up big time. But I'm doing the responsible adult thing and I'm talking to you about it." I stared at my daughter. I hoped that she wasn't about to tell me what I thought that she was about to tell me. I poured two shots. I downed the first one and then I started crying. "Mom, please don't cry." Lex said.

Logan looked over at me. "Ror?" He said, and I just cried harder. Then he turned back to Lex. "Lex, what's going on?"

"I'm sorry daddy." She said. "I tried to be careful. I really did."

"Lex…point get to it." Logan said, starting to raise his voice.

"Logan, she's pregnant." I said, through the tears.

"No. No, no, no. No, this isn't happening." He said, downing his shot, before leaning back in his chair and running his hands through his hair. He poured himself a shot and then downed it. He looked back to Lex. "Who is it?"

"Austin." Lex said.

"Who's his father? I want a name, Alexis!" Logan said, it wasn't very often that Logan used her actual name instead of one of his many nicknames for her.

"His father was at the funeral today. And at Grammy's. Mom was talking to him. His father is Tristin DuGrey, daddy." Lex said.

The End.