A/N: I know it has been a while! Sorry! Life has been busy. I really missed this story though and am hoping to dedicate more time to writing it. When I uploaded this chapter it had some really glitchy stuff going on once it got to the page. I have tried re-uploading several times and in the preview it is not showing all that extra html stuff. Hopefully it catches up with itself and the new one posts without all the glitches. I will check in the morning and if it hasn't, I will try deleting and uploading again!
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Lorelai sat there stunned as she watched Logan walk out the door. He left just as quickly as he arrived and the silence in the dining room after his departure was heavy. She thought about the things he had said to her, how she is hurting Rory, and she wanted to be angry. She wanted to proclaim that she was in the right, that she was justified in her behavior and her feelings; but, she just couldn't. She couldn't keep holding on to the anger, couldn't just compare it to the fallout in college and assume that eventually Rory would come around to her point of view. Logan's blunt words did what he had intended them to do, they were a cold glass of water to the face, and the reality of her situation was really sinking in.
She walked out of the dining room and into the main lobby where she had her cell phone behind the desk. She picked it up and pulled up the contact that she had pulled up a thousand times in the last several months but had never had the resolve to hit send. She took a deep breath and pressed the little phone icon and waited for the call to connect. She wasn't sure what she was going to say, but she knew it had to be now or she would lose her nerve. She would start making excuses and convincing herself that she was doing nothing wrong; that her feelings are justified, and she is not the villain but is instead the victim. Another tragic result of consorting with the society she ran away from when she was sixteen years old.
The phone rang once and then went straight to voicemail. She heard her daughter's voice and it seemed so surreal 'Hello, you have reached the voicemail of Rory Huntzberger, I am so sorry I missed your call but please leave me a message and I will call you back. Thank you and have a blessed day'. Lorelai wasn't sure what to do, should she leave a message? Should she just hang up? These thoughts raced through her head and then she heard the beep. She took another deep breath and then just spoke. "Hey Rory, it's me, your mom. I umm I just wanted to call and say, umm I don't know what I want to say. Umm Yeah, so I messed up kid, I messed up really bad. I am sorry. Please umm please just call me okay?" Lorelai hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should say more, but couldn't think of anything else to say, especially over voicemail. She pushed the little red circle and ended the call, then walked slowly to the bathroom where she could have a moment of privacy to shed the tears welling up in her eyes.
Rory woke up to the sound of her alarm announcing to her that it was 5:00 and it was time to get up and get ready for dinner before Logan got home from work. Thankfully, that just included waking up and making herself comfortable downstairs in the living room snuggled up with a good book and a cup of decaf coffee. Their cook took care of all the meals and all she really had to do was approve the menu once a week. Recently she had been making more last-minute changes based solely on pregnancy cravings. Steak had become a regular occurrence as well as watermelon and strawberries and chicken had been cast out permanently. Just the smell was enough to send her running to the bathroom.
She groggily looked at her phone; she had just switched to a new phone and she was still getting used to the alarm and how to turn it off. She squinted with one eye and tapped on the little alarm clock ringing and drug it to the right to turn off the alarm. Thankfully, she had made sure to learn how to put the phone in do not disturb mode as soon as she got it; it was the worst to get woken up from one of her much-needed daily naps by one of the many text messages and phone calls she received throughout the day. The flip side of that was that typically when she woke up she had at least 5 missed calls and 20-30 text messages that she had to sort through and respond to.
She looked at her phone and her heart skipped a beat; she had a missed call from her mom. Her whole body flashed with heat and her heart started racing. The amount of anxiety she felt at seeing that name on the screen was completely overwhelming. Then she saw that she had left a voicemail, which meant that it was not an accidental call. She double tapped on the voicemail notification and she heard her mom's voice. She had to listen to the message five times before her brain really started processing it. Not only had her mom called, but she had apologized.
She wasn't sure how to feel. On the one hand, she was elated that her mom had called. As angry as she was with her, she still missed her. Her mom had always been her best friend. On the other hand, she was angry. Did her mom really think that just calling and apologizing would wipe away the past several months?
Her internal battle continued as she made her way downstairs. Logan should be home soon and she would be able to talk through her feelings and emotions with him. Sometimes it seemed like he knew her better than she knew herself and she was positive that he would be able to help her through the muddied emotions surrounding her relationship with her mother.
Rory sat curled up on the sofa in the family; the TV was on but it was really just background noise. She was completely inside her head, reflecting on the voicemail her mom left her. She was anxious for Logan to get home so she had someone to talk to about it. While Logan was always ultimately on her side, he was also good at telling her the hard truths and the things she may not necessarily want to hear, but definitely needed to hear. She knew he would be able to help her get her mind sorted and make a decision on what she should do.
As if on cue, Logan walked into the living room. He took a moment to admire how beautiful Rory was sitting on the couch, her full stomach that she carried so well. It wasn't easy to pull off carrying twins, but Rory did it amazingly. "Good evening Ace, how was your day? Did you get your nap?" he asked her as he walked over to sit next to her on the couch.
"I did. It was much needed. I just don't have much energy these days, or maybe I have the same amount but I expend twice as much as I did before." She laughed and pushed her jaw out, indicating that she wanted a kiss but didn't want to move. Logan gladly obliged and leaned down to kiss her gently, his hand automatically moving to her stomach and giving it a tender rub. He was quickly greeted by a kick and then what felt like a roll before he got another kick. It amazed him that his babies were in there, interacting with him, that they knew his voice and touch.
Rory smiled and reached down, putting her hand next to his and was greeted with the same enthusiastic kick and roll. "So…" she began, not knowing how to start the conversation other than a simple rip the band-aid off type of approach. "My mom called me this afternoon while I was taking a nap. She left a voicemail apologizing and asking me to call her back…I don't know how I feel or what I want to do." She looked at him with angst filled eyes, begging him without words to tell her what to do.
"Really?" He asked, surprised that his visit had actually possibly worked. He also knew that he absolutely could not under any circumstances keep his visit to Lorelai a secret from Rory. "I may have had a little something to do with that…" he paused and looked over at Rory, the questioning look on her face made him continue quickly before he lost his nerve. "…I just felt like I needed to do something. You have been so sad and have missed her so much. And I know you try and act like you don't, but you do Rory, you miss her. And I just couldn't stand by for one more day without at least trying to help make things right. So I drove out there today and I told your mom that enough was enough, that she is hurting you and that she needs to make it right. I wasn't sure how she would respond, and I am honestly shocked that it actually worked and she called you. But Rory, she is your mom! And as bad as things have been the last few months, she was also always your best friend. And I am sorry if I crossed a line or made you mad…." He was cut off by Rory crushing her lips to his, her hands on either side of his face pulling him towards her. Okay. So she definitely wasn't mad. That's a good sign.
Rory sat there and listened to the man she loved more than anyone else in the world ramble on in what could rival one of her Gilmore girl rants, and her heart just started swelling with happiness. This man truly was her person; she couldn't let him go on for another second without kissing him, so she stopped him mid-sentence with a kiss. She pulled back and looked into his eyes, tears welling up in her own. "I love you Logan Huntzberger. Thank you."
Logan just smiled and kissed her again, this time just a soft kiss on the lips. "I love you too Rory Huntzberger. I will always do everything in my power to make you happy."
The two sat there in silence for a few minutes, each caught up in their own thoughts until Logan broke the silence. "So, are you going to call her back?" He turned and looked into her eyes, the look in them confirming what he knew the answer would be.
Rory took a deep breath and picked up the phone. She pulled up the contact that hadn't been used in a long time and clicked the little telephone. It rang twice before her mom answered. "Hey mom." She said unsure of what to say next. "I got your message. Would you like to come to the house for dinner tomorrow? We can talk?"
Lorelai took a deep breath. She knew this wasn't going to be easy, but she also knew that she couldn't stand to go one more day without her daughter in her life, and she really didn't want to miss her grandchildren's lives either. The last thing she wanted was to have a relationship with them like Rory had with Emily. "Um, yeah. Yeah, I can come to dinner tomorrow. What time?"
Rory smiled, thankful for this step they were taking and finally allowing herself to acknowledge fully how much she had missed her mom "How does 6:00 sound?"
"Yeah, 6:00 is good. I uhm will see you then?" Lorelai was unsure of where to take the conversation from here. There was so much bubbling under the surface, but over the phone wasn't the proper way to discuss it. "And Rory?"
"Yeah mom?" Rory responded, hesitant in the reply, unsure of where the conversation was going to go.
"I really miss you." Lorelai started to tear up. She knew this was going to be emotional, but the feelings were hitting her like a tidal wave.
"I miss you too mom." Rory wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks. "I will see you tomorrow."