Lorelai curled up on the sofa, bare feet tucked up underneath her as she watched the sun set and stars come out through her living room window. The cup of coffee in her hands was slowly cooling off and she didn't really care.
She had really fucked it up this time.
Though she did take some comfort in the fact that she hadn't done it completely on her own. Luke had his share of this disaster, even if he wasn't going to step up and claim it.
In fact, as she thought about the situation more and more, the balance of fault was starting to tip further and further towards Luke. The balance was sitting around 30/70, in her favour at this point. He was the one, after all, who had given her the big long speech about no more secrets and how this was an adult relationship that they could, no, NEEDED to communicate in order to make work. And what had he done? Kept his daughter a secret from her for 2 months. 2 MONTHS! He probably would have kept her secret longer if she hadn't walked into the diner that afternoon.
"We're not here, we have better things to do than wait around for your call, so deal!" she heard the answering machine go off. "Mom? Mom are you there? It's me, your daughter, Rory. . . Of course it's Rory, you only have one daughter. . . Mom, just call me when you get a chance. Bye."
Lorelai heaved a sigh and finally brought the now cold mug of coffee to her lips. Taking a drink and grimacing at the taste that greeted her, she slowly uncurled herself and looked around her living room. She sighed again as she saw how bare it was now, almost like it had been when she and Rory had first moved into the house. She looked at her 'Luke Boxes' that were piled haphazardly by the door. Some were to be returned to Luke, others she was planning to stash in the closet. As she stared at the boxes, she began to wonder about the money Luke had invested in the Inn as well as her house, the house that was supposed to be theirs. . .
She closed off that path of thought. She was done crying. She had done her mourning. As her mother was fond of saying, she had made her bed and had to be ready to lie in it.
"Lorelai, you certain made a wreck of the day, didn't you?" she asked herself as she finally pulled herself up off the sofa and headed towards the kitchen to dispose of her coffee mug before heading up to bed.