Lorelai falls silent. Rory knows that this is never a good sign. She collects her thoughts, and tries to build up the courage to tell the whole truth. The constant state of nausea, and anxiety feel overwhelming. She wipes one sweaty palm on the leg of her blue jeans. She feels eyes boring through her very being. Before she can muster up enough courage to utter a single word the nausea becomes simply overpowering. She shoves her chair away from the table, and bolts for the bathroom. Lorelai follows after her, as quickly as an eagle swooping in on prey. She catches her daughter's hair before it falls into the toilet bowl, with her vomit.

Without a single word Lorelai unclips her own hair, and secures her daughter's. She stands in silence as her daughter sits on the tile floor of their bathroom, on her knees. After a few minutes Rory slowly rises to her feet, and flushes. Lorelai remains silent, as she hands her progeny a pre-pasted toothbrush. Rory diligently attends to her oral care as the two of them stand in silence. Without a single word Lorelai turns, and leaves the room.

Rory finds the person who gave her life, and her name in the living room, sitting on the couch. She takes a seat next to her mother, and waits for her to interrupt the silence. When she doesn't, she turns towards her. Lorelai can't even seem to make eye contact.

"Mom," she begins.

Lorelai exhales, and looks up at her teenaged daughter.

"Yes?"

"I lied to you. I told you that nothing happened in Kyle's bedroom."

"I know," she replies, eerily calm.

"I should have listened to you."

"Damn, right, you should have."

"And I didn't," she admits.

"I know."

"I slept with Jess."

"I know."

"You were right about him. I should have seen it, and I refused."

Lorelai doesn't respond.

Rory shrugs, "And now, here we are."

"Yeah? Where is that? Where are we?"

"It doesn't matter how profusely, or genuinely I apologize. I screwed up in a way that I can't take back. I lied to you. I disappointed you. I hurt you, and…"

Lorelai stares at her daughter. Her eyes suddenly look darker to Rory, "You're not me."

"What?"

"You're not me. You are so much better than me, in so many ways. You are supposed to be all of the very best parts of me."

"What do you want me to say?" She questions on the verge of tears.

"I want you to tell me that it isn't true. I want you to look me in the eye, and tell me that you were just jetlagged. I need you to tell me that you were tired because we walked our assess off. I need you to say that that you got sick in London, because of some poorly prepared soup. I want you to state that it wasn't you who snuck out of a hotel room to go to a twenty-four hour pharmacy. I need you to insist that you never slept with Jess, and that you aren't going to spend the rest of your life picking up the pieces. I need you to shout it from the rooftop that you didn't get knocked up mere weeks before giving your valedictorian speech. That is what I want you to say, but you can't. You can't tell me any of that, because it none of it is true, is it?"

"So you've known all of this time, and you never said anything?"

"You didn't want me to know, so I pretended not to know. I tried to give you your space to figure things out. In this case a lack of a decision, is a decision in it of itself."

"You're right."

"I don't want to be right! I want to be wrong. I wish that I could have been an oblivious parent, who didn't notice."

"I am so sorry."

"I don't want you to be sorry. I don't want any of this."

"You think that I do? I am eighteen years old. I just graduated high school. I am supposed to be starting Yale in a matter of days. This is not how I was planning for my life to go."

"You made this decision."

"Yes, I know that."

"Do you understand the gravity of this situation?"

"You think that I don't understand the gravity of this situation? I am pregnant. I am gestating another human being. I am completely, and totally terrified."

Lorelai doesn't say a word. She simply wraps her arms around her daughter. Rory cannot hold back her tears any longer. She clings to her mother as they both bawl. After quite a bit of time passes they let go of each other. They both feel drained, and emotionally vulnerable.