A/N: Ok, I was extremely bored, and, after watching the Season 6 Finale, I was attacked my this plot bunny: What happens in Europe? It's and Emily POV, (it's me, who else would it be? ;)...hehe) Reviews are always appreciated. Enjoy!

Richard and I are getting ready for bed the day before we leave for Europe. I'm partially excited about getting to go to Europe, but I'm also a little...disappointed.

What Lorelai told me last week, and how we've been acting round each other, it's the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The reasoning behind our good-termed relationship, however, isn't too good.

Lorelai and Luke aren't getting married.

I know, I used to want Lorelai to be with Chris, but now...I realized a long time ago that they should be together. I didn't want to believe my heart, but it's true. Lorelai and Luke are like Richard and me.

It's just something that goes together.

Richard gets into bed, bringing me from my thoughts. I curl up against him, and he wraps his arms around me. "What are you thinking about, Emily?" he whispers in my ear. He knows me all too well.

"Oh, it's nothing." I lie through my teeth.

"Now that you're done lying, tell me what's on your mind." he replies, pulling me close.

"It's Lorelai. She–"

"Is she alright?" He's worried. He loves the girl to death. He probably wouldn't admit it openly to Lorelai, but he would give his life for her. Shoot, he would give his life for any of his girls.

"She's fine. Well, sort of, anyway."

"Sort of? Emily, what are you not telling me about our daughter?" He's getting upset.

"Richard, would you mind loosening your grip on me? Your–ow–hurting me." He tightened his grip when I said 'Sort of.' He really is stronger than he thinks he is.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Emily. Are you alright?" He rubs my waist lightly, making sure he's not hurting me anymore.

"I'm alright. Just watch your grip." I stop his hands on my stomach and cover them with my own.

"Now, about Lorelai." he says, breaking the small amount of silence we had.

"She and Luke...They're not getting married." I whisper shakily.

"Oh my... When did she tell you this?"

"The day I had my LASIC done. I showed her the house, and she said it wasn't going to happen. Richard, I...I comforted her. I actually comforted Lorelai, and she didn't care." I can't help but smile when I say these words, because it's something Richard and I have wanted for so long.

"Really?" I can tell he's as surprised as I was when she actually hugged me.

I tell him the story.

Flashback

I walk up to Lorelai and place my hand on her shoulder. "Are you sure?" I as quietly.

"Yeah, Mom. It's not gonna happen. You wasted your money, time, and...you did it for me. For me to be happy." she replies, turning to me. I can see she's fighting to hold in her tears, but I just lean over and whisper, "It's ok to cry."

As if I gave her permission, she buries her face in her hands, and she starts sobbing. Then, something...extraordinary happens.

She leans against me.

At first, I don't know what to do. Then, slowly, I wrap my arms around my sobbing daughter, and rub her back in little circles. She wraps her arms around me, causing tears to spring into my eyes. "Shh...It's alright, Lorelai. I'm here." I whisper, cradling her.

We stand there for a few minutes, then she says, "Mom, I tink I should get you home. It's getting late." She backs away, wipes her tears away, and starts to leave. I grab her hand, and she looks at me. "What, Mom?"

"Are you going to be alright, Lorelai?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah, I'm ok. And I will be." she answers, smiling slightly.

When we arrive home, she walks me in, and helps me upstairs. I know Richard and I's room brings back terrible memories for her, so I ask if I can walk her to the foyer. She agrees willingly, and I nearly burst with happiness.

When we reach the door, Lorelai starts sobbing again. I envelope her in a warm hug, whispering gentle, soothing words in her ear. "It's alright, Lorelai. It's alright."

"N-no, it's-s not-t M-mom. Y-you have n-no I-idea how-w long me-e and L-luke have waited for th-this. I've always th-thought you were r-right that dinner-er after D-dad's heat attack-ck." She can't subside the sobs any longer to speak, so she buries her head in the crook of my neck.

"I think I might have an inkling. I had to wait three years for your father. Do you remember that time we all went to Yale? You, me, Rory, and your Dad?" I say, rubbing her back gently.

She nods.

"Well, I hated to admit it then, but yes, I was the other woman. I was the woman your father cheated on Lynnie Lott with. We...um...slept together for a year before Lynnie found out."

Lorelai gasps.

"You think that's surprising? You nearly had an older sibling because of our...not using protection. I got pregnant during one of our...escapades. I..." I let out a barely audible sob "I lost the baby about four months into my pregnancy. You father was there to help deliver the remains. We...God, we were terrible back then...we buried the remains by an old oak tree. One a lot of the students sit under to study, actually."

Lorelai pulls away from me, and looks me in the eye before saying, "Wow, Mom. I...Just wow." She glances at the clock behind me, noticing the time once again. "I really should be going, Mom." We start to head our separate way, but she grabs my arm, and pulls me into another tight hug. "I love you, Mom." she whispers in my ear. I start to cry again. "I love you, too, Angel." I whisper back. I let her go reluctantly, and make my way back upstairs.

Why, I don't know, but I really don't feel happy about Lorelai and Luke's decision about their wedding.

End Flashback

"Oh my goodness, Emily. You mean they..." he says quietly when I finish.

"Yes, they're not going to get married. Richard, I've never seen Lorelai that...miserable before." I say just as quiet in reply. I get silence.

"Well, we need to get some sleep, Emmy. We've got a long day ahead of us. Our flight leaves at 5:45 in the morning, and it's nearly 1 now. Good night, Sweetie."

"Good night, Love." I say as I snuggle closer to Richard, seeking comfort from my thoughts. I drift slowly to sleep after what seems like an eternity.

For some reason, I'm not looking forward to this trip to Europe.

A/N2: Ok, so how's chapter one? Good? Bad? watches people start to gag, then closes eyes? Hit the pretty shinny button at the bottom-left hand corner. You know you want to.

Oh, and for those of you who think, 'How's the title gonna work?', just give me a few days. It'll all fall into place. (AND THIS ONE'S STAYING UP!) Thank you kindly for those of you who review. For others, why read something if you're not going to comment on it in some shape, fashion, or form?

Branda