"Shit, did you just hear that?" Grace asked, referring to the sound of the car door closing, followed by the front door opening.

"Hear what?" Ethan asked as he watched her jump out of his bed. The beauty of having parents who work a lot is the fact that you can do practically anything with anyone without them knowing. The set up was great. For the past month, Grace had been in his room with the door closed, and no one was there to forbid him to be with her. Keep in mind that tonight was the farthest Ethan and Grace had gone; making out on the bed undressed. This was the slowest he had ever taken it with a girl. The reason was that the weekend before their first date, Grace fell down the stairs and since her body was still recovering from the accident, she wanted to take it slow; there was still a hint of a bruise on her back.

"Who in your house owns a Ferrari convertible?" Grace asked.

"My dad, why?"

"Surprise! Your dad is officially home a week early" Grace practically screams to Ethan

"Calm down Grace. He's going to be up here in a few minutes. So, you need to get dressed, and I will get some books out so it looks like we've been studying."

"Hey it's me. Is Mary there?" Tristan asked into his phone, after driving up to his house to find a car that he didn't recognize, again. This wasn't the first time he came home to find that his son was entertaining a guest. The beauty of having a maid was being able to have her spy on his son when he or his wife was away on business. This was the first time the maid had ever called him to ask him to come home from his business trip to "check up" on his son. Tristan knew everything, and yet, his son didn't give him any credit. While he was on the phone, he entered his home and started to make it up to Ethan's bedroom.

"Hello?" Came a voice on the other line.

"Hey Mar, it's me. I just arrived home to find that Ethan is entertaining a guest upstairs, in his room. What should I do?"

"Are you sure that there is a girl upstairs with him?"

"Yes I'm positive."

"How?"

"How what?"

"How do you know that Ethan is entertaining a girl upstairs?"

"Well I'm glad you asked. First off, I'm not supposed to be home for another week. Second of all, it's 9:45 on a school night which makes me wonder if the girl he is entertaining was planning on going home at all tonight. And last but not least, I have had our maid secretly watch Ethan whenever we aren't home for a long period of time."

"You've been having the maid spy on Ethan?"

"That's not what I wanted you to focus on Mar."

"You're right, sorry. It's just that I have a lot planned for this weekend, so my mind is preoccupied. Do you want to say next Saturday; you guys can come over for dinner? That will give you an excuse to get out of the house for one night and enough time for you to talk to your son about boundaries."

"That sounds great Mar. Thanks for doing this."

"You don't have to thank me Tristan. This is a good excuse for me to see my god son."

"Well, I have to go and make myself present to Ethan. See you Saturday, Mary."

"Good luck Tristan. See you Saturday, Bye."

Tristan hung up the phone as he entered Ethan's room.

"Hey dad, weren't you supposed to come home next week?" Ethan asked as Tristan entered the room.

His room didn't look that bad except for the fact that there was a girl in his room and that his covers were all over his bed. He saw some books out but it was obviously just a lame attempt to make it seem like they had been studying. When he was sixteen, he was much better at, well, never mind.

"You are really not in a place to be asking questions young man. Who's this?"

Crap, he's mad, Ethan thought. "This is Grace. Grace, this is my dad," Ethan answered, before being interrupted by his father.

"Tristan DuGrey. May I ask you Grace, what are you doing here at 10 pm on a school night?"

"Oh, well, we were just working on a school project and I guess we just lost track of time. I should probably go," Grace replied nervously.

"I'll walk you out," Ethan replied.

"I'll walk you out," Tristan responded quickly. Ethan glared at him, and Tristan just gave him a look that he only really used for business meetings.

"We'll talk about this later," Tristan stated to Ethan as he walked out of his room.

Rory's POV

"Good luck Tristan. See you Saturday, Bye."

"What's Saturday?" Logan asked as Rory hung up the phone.

"We're having the DuGreys over for dinner because we haven't seen them in a while and also because Tristan found a girl in his room tonight. Coming here will be an excuse to get Ethan out of the house supervised."

"So Tristan found a girl in Ethan's room? Well Ethan is sixteen now right? I remember when I was sixteen. God, when I was sixteen my parents had no idea," Logan looked up at Rory midsentence and said, "never mind."

Rory looked at him suspiciously, before replying, "exactly what I thought."

As Rory got up, she turned to Logan and said, "I'm going to go to bed. I forgot how tiring being pregnant could be."

"Can't we just tell people already?"

"Logan, I'm two months pregnant, you only have to wait another four weeks. We've already told our parents and Honor, which also means Josh. That is enough since we aren't actually supposed to announce it until the three month mark."

"Okay, your right. I'm going to go downstairs and grab my book, but before you go to bed, we have to decide who's on Sophie duty tomorrow morning."

Sophie duty was a term that Logan came up with that simply meant who was in charge of Sophie for the designated amount of time. Ever since they found out that their five year old daughter was autistic, their lives began to make more sense; the tantrums, the specific routines, lack of eye contact, the reason that she had a hard time saying "I love you" to the family. It felt like the list went on forever. They found out a few weeks ago, when Paris recommended getting her tested because she had just found out that her child was gifted. The only people who knew were Lorelai and honor. They had no reason to tell their entire family who would just over react over the entire situation. One of the doctors they went to told them to adjust their lifestyle as minimum as possible because there is no reason for Sophie to feel as if anything is wrong; because if there was enough disruption to the routine, Sophie would know.

"I'll do it tomorrow. It's picture day so there's going to be a fight as to what to wear. And as much as I love you Logan, our daughter can't wear her princess dress for picture day."

"You do have a point. Tomorrow Ill make the breakfast with a cup of decaf coffee. I love you Ace, Goodnight."

"Decaf? Really?" Rory mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.