When Luke and Lorelai got back to the house, they found Rory waiting on the couch. Luke quietly snuck upstairs, trying to avoid conflict of any sort.
"You didn't have to stay up," Lorelai said tentatively. The air was still thick with tension.
"Well, you know that old saying, never go to bed angry or whatever," Rory replied. Lorelai sighed and sat down next to her daughter.
"Rory, I'm so sorry. Everything came out all wrong, and I'm so sorry you found out like that..." Lorelai trailed off.
"Mom, I get it. You were ticked off at Dad and Sherry, and I understand that. But what I don't understand is how you could keep something like this from me. I expected this from Dad, but not from you. I thought we told each other everything," Rory said disappointedly.
"I know. But you have to see where I'm coming from. I'm not so young anymore. I didn't even know if the baby would survive. I didn't want to tell you until I was sure that it was going to happen," Lorelai explained.
"When were you going to tell me, then?" Rory asked.
"I was actually going to tell you and your grandparents tonight, ironically. I thought it would be the perfect cliché hallmark moment, but obviously that didn't work out," Lorelai sighed.
"Mom, I am happy for you. I am so unbelievably happy. I know you've wanted this for so long, but I just wish you'd have told me," Rory said wistfully.
"Thanks, honey. It means a lot." Lorelai said, trying to hold back the tears.
"Now that this is all sorted out, time for pie?" Rory grinned.
"In the Gilmore house, always."