Disclaimer
All recognizable Gilmore Girls characters belong to Amy Sherman-Palladino, Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions, and the WB. I use these characters & their story without permission, but am not making any profit from the copyrighted characters. No infringement is intended.

Author's note: Okay, so this is a chapter story I have written a long time ago but never got around to have it betaed and posted. It is complete but I will not post everything at once. ... Yes, this is a try to trick you folks into reviewing. ;o)
Thanks to Lori for betaing this for me! You're a miracle worker. :oD

"Lorelai!" Her voice mirrored the shock that was written on her face when she opened the door and saw the dripping wet and violently shivering woman standing in front of it. Stepping aside, Emily took her daughter's wrist and pulled her into the house. She quickly closed the door to keep the down pouring rain from coming in and turned to look at her soaked child.

"I'm sorry." Lorelai hugged herself tightly, still shivering from the cold she had just escaped. "I dropped my cell phone in a puddle while I was storing the shopping bags in the trunk, and then my car broke down, and the rain just got heavier and ..."

"Stop." Her mother held up a hand, glad that her daughter immediately followed her request. Turning her head in the direction of the kitchen, she called out, "Lucia!" A dark haired woman quickly came towards them. Before she could say anything, Emily addressed her. "Lucia, please start the fire in the living room." When the maid nodded and turned to leave, she quickly called after her, "Inside the fire place!" to make sure she would not walk in on a burning couch later.

She looked back at Lorelai and furrowed her brow. "You need to get out of these clothes." Seeing her daughter look down at her wet shoes, she suppressed a smile and walked past the younger woman, towards the staircase. Climbing the first few steps, she turned her head to where her offspring still stood in the middle of the foyer, trying to sound annoyed instead of concerned. "Well, come on."

Lorelai was not sure whether or not she should follow her mother, but when a movement of her head caused some of the water in her hair to run down her forehead, she sighed and did as she was told.

Walking straight into her dressing room, Emily tried to think of something for her daughter to wear while the maid was putting her clothes in the dryer. Looking around the room, she remembered something and purposefully walked towards its hiding spot.

Lorelai eyed her mother suspiciously from where she stood just inside the doorway, hoping she would not get her some ridiculous outfit she had always wanted to see on her. Damn her for almost wearing the same size. She raised her eyebrows in surprise when Emily turned towards her holding a towel and a white bathrobe with a rather familiar looking stitchery embroided on the breast pocket. "Oh. My. God. Is that, what I think it is?" She pointed towards it, not able to stop a grin from lighting up her features.

"It's a robe." Emily shrugged, trying to sound unimpressed.

Her grin widened, when she saw her mother look down for a second. "It's not a robe; it's the robe."

Absently brushing her hand across the fluffy material, she walked towards the younger woman, but didn't quite meet her eyes when answering, "Well, yes, it is."

Her eyes fixed on her mother's face, she inquired further. "So you actually kept it, huh?"

"You didn't?" Meeting her child's gaze, she realized that there had been an audible trace of sadness in her voice and felt her cheeks warming. Emily found herself praying that the blush was not visible.

"Oh, I did." Lorelai answered quickly, hoping to catch a glimpse of a smile on the other woman's features again. Shrugging, she added, "I just didn't think you would."

Trying to think of a good reason, she stated the first thing that came to her mind. "Well, I paid for it; of course I kept it."

"Uhum." Her tone and facial expression clearly showed that she didn't buy it.

Deciding not to say anything further, Emily just handed her daughter the robe and towel wordlessly. When Lorelai did not move, but just kept grinning at her, she tried to sound annoyed, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Go and change. You're dripping all over the floor."

Finally taking the offered clothes, she decided not to tease any further for now. "Okay. Uhm..." Looking around, she wasn't quite sure where her mother wanted her to go from here. "Your bathroom?"

Emily nodded and watched her daughter walk towards to the door. "I will meet you downstairs." Seeing Lorelai turn in her direction again, she added, "Give your clothes to the maid so she can dry them."

The younger woman nodded. "Okay." When her mother turned around to leave, she called her back. "Mom?"

"Yes?"

Lorelai smiled sheepishly. "Thanks."

Smiling mildly, Emily quietly nodded and left.

Author's Note: Sooo... how do you like it so far? If you're a good little reader and review this, I will post more. Soon.