Rory gazed at her mom's face, a mixture of mild horror and disbelief. She waited for a response, and waited, and kept waiting, and eventually, after a few seconds that felt more like a few minutes, Rory caved.

"Mom, please say something."

Lorelai blinked several times and shook her head slightly, stammering over the words trying to escape her mouth, her mind full of questions, each one pushing past the other to be the first asked. And in true Lorelai fashion, she was very serious about the matter, asking the most important question first.

"It's not the Wookie's, is it?"

"Mom!" Rory exclaimed, shifting uncomfortably.

"Well it seemed like a logical thing to ask."

"Yeah, until you said it!"

Lorelai stood, placing her champagne glass on a nearby bench, and walked across to the other side of the gazebo. She placed her elbows on the wooden railing and held her head in her hands, running them through her hair, thinking. The silence was killing Rory.

"I haven't heard you this quiet since you found out Trump was the president elect." Rory half laughed, attempting to break the tension.

"Yeah, and that seemed less shocking than this!"

Rory, stood now, shocked and slightly hurt. "Oh really? So a tyrant, fascist, overly fake tanned business man ruling the free world is less shocking than your daughter getting pregnant?!"

Lorelai turned to face her daughter. "Well I was kinda prepared for it after months of TV specials about his chances of winning, it became obvious, but I must have missed that episode of The View where they debated the chances of you being impregnated!"

Rory rolled her eyes. "Can you drop the sarcasm for just a minute?"

"No, seriously, apparently Whoopi saw it coming!"

"Mom! This is serious!" Rory snapped.

"You think I don't know that?!" Lorelai retaliated, louder, angrier. Rory shrunk away slightly. "You're unemployed, living with your Mom, you have a degree and have yet to do something great with it, you're single, and…" She paused, thinking for a brief second. "If Wookie isn't the Dad, who is?"

Rory looked at the floor. That was all Lorelai needed. "… Single, and the Dad is an engaged millionaire playboy who lives on the other side of The Atlantic!"

"I know my situation, Mom."

"No, I don't think you do, because if you did you would have been more careful!"

"Oh, like you were when I was conceived?" Rory rebutted.

Lorelai laughed out loud and turned, walking back to the railing. "That is completely different."

"How is it different? You were pregnant, unemployed, Dad left you-"

Lorelai cut her off, "No, I left him, he just chose not to follow. Not only that, but we were in a relationship, you were just the other woman to Logan!"

Rory knew her Mom was right with that last remark, although she wouldn't admit it . "But it's still the same. Plus you were only 16, I'm 32."

"Being older makes it worse! You should know how the whole conception thing works by now, you should know better, that's the difference!" She turned and looked into her daughters eyes, trying her best not to burst into tears. "I was a stupid, immature, rebellious little brat who didn't know what she was doing. You're a woman, a Yale graduate, a well travelled and well versed, beautiful young lady with her whole life ahead of her, and this is not how your plan was meant to end up!"

"Well plans change, I went to Yale after dreaming of Harvard since I was 6."

"There's a big difference between what college to go to and becoming a Mother. One lasts a few years and you can drop out at any time, being a parent however is a full time job and there's no going back."

Rory shrugged. "I don't even know if I'm keeping it."

"Oh, okay, push it out and give it to an orphanage, that'll do the trick." Lorelai walked past Rory, unable to even look at her. She walked down the stairs of the gazebo and began to walk across the square. "We might as well just name the poor thing Annie now and get it over with. If it's a boy Oliver will do, we're sorted!"

Rory followed her Mom, who was rushing towards Luke's, struggling to keep up with her. "No, I meant, I don't know if I'm… keeping it..." The words left a bad taste in her mouth.

Lorelai stopped in her tracks. She let those words sink in. Now she knew what Rory meant. She dared not turn round as the tears began streaming down her face. She shook her head softly and continued to walk, leaving Rory standing there, alone, who now began to cry also, as the morning sun rose over Stars Hollow.