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Author's Note: Thank you for your reviews on the last chapter. They mean a lot to me. A story is a funny thing. You originally plan for one thing and then it sort of takes on a life of its own. This story was supposed to be only one chapter long, and then it was supposed to end with contents of the cedar chest. Then I had to add the wedding! Now the "powers that be" in the creative juices universe say that I must continue  Enjoy!

It was four days into the honeymoon when I first had the dream.

It was snowing—really, really hard and I couldn't see anything. I got scared and started calling for help and then I saw a light in the distance. I ran towards it, focusing everything on that light. It got bigger and bigger until finally I reached it and it stopped snowing. I was at my parent's house. The door opened and Mom ran out with a blanket covering me.

"My Baby," she said, throwing the blanket around my shoulders and taking my face in her hands. "I was so worried about you." She put her arm around me and brought me into the living room.

"Now, you sit down and warm up," she said and then she reached over and picked up some hot chocolate. "Mommy's going to make it all better." I started sipping the hot chocolate, and was bathing in the warmth of everything—the hot chocolate, Mom hovering over me, this was perfect. Suddenly, my hot chocolate tipped over and spilled all over the floor. As if I was four, I looked up at Mom in fear of her anger, but instead she was on the ground, wiping it up.

"Oh dear," she said nervously. "Oh dear, look what I've allowed to happen. Oh dear, that was so stupid of me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Mom," I said putting a hand on her shoulder as if I was suddenly the parent and she was the child. "It's okay," I cajoled. "It was my fault."

At that she turned to me, her eyes fierce and resolute. "No! It wasn't your fault. Don't you ever think that it was your fault! Do you understand me?"

Surprised at her outburst, I nodded. "I understand Mom," I replied which was the furthest thing from my mind. I was so confused. She turned back to scrubbing. "I drove you away," she said, not taking her eyes off of the floor. The hot chocolate stain was massive—it covered the entire floor. "I drove you away, because of what I allowed myself to become," she continued.

"Mom…" I pushed further, realizing suddenly that this was important. "What do you mean? My pregnancy? My leaving?"

She turned to face me, her eyes sad and lonely, she seemed so vulnerable. As if she was a hurt animal, unsure if a helping hand is really there to help or hurt more, she inched closer to me. Suddenly she was at my feet and she was wearing the pink hat.

"Mommy can't make it better for you Lori-girl," she whispered and she started crying as she reached up and took off the pink hat. "Mommy can't play with you anymore." Suddenly, before my eyes she changed and was standing before me, dressed in an elegant suit and pearls, but her eyes still desperately sad.

"The things I loved destroyed me," she said.

And then suddenly I woke up

"What is it? What's wrong?" Luke asked as I sat up in bed gasping. He put his strong arms around me and held me tight. "Was it about your mom? It was just a dream Honey, it was just a dream."

I shook my head, "No…it wasn't,"

The plan was to spend four days in New York and then go back home—make sure that our businesses hadn't gone bankrupt while we were gone and then go camping for a few days. I wasn't wild about the camping part—but I got New York, and I was willing to give on camping. That morning, we were loading up the car to go home.

"You okay?" Luke asked as I brought down our camcorder.

"Yeah," I said. He grabbed me by the waist and kissed me. "Now I'm really okay," I said smiling.

"Lorelai Victoria Gilmore Danes," he started in a strict voice.

"Oooh, say that again," I said, wrapping my arms back around him, "Especially the Danes part."

"Lorelai…" he said, looking down at me seriously. "What is it?" he asked. "The dream?"

I nodded slowly. "It was so weird," I said. He hugged me too him, and I buried my face in his shirt. He held me for a minute and then I started to laugh.

"What?" he asked.

"Mom's dead and she still manages to interfere with our honeymoon," I replied to which he started to laugh too. "Only Emily," he replied.

He opened the door for me and I got into the car, trying to convince myself that I simply missed Mom and that was all the dream was about.

It was nice to be home—even if it was for overnight before we headed out again. Michel and Sookie had handled the inn and Lane herself had managed the diner for the time we were gone. In fact, after we had both checked in, both of us were ordered home. We rented a movie and ate junk food. It was great fun shopping at Taylor's for what we needed. I liked being married. I got licorice, chocolate chip cookie dough, marshmallows and gummy bears. Finally, I agreed to the celery Luke wanted and agreed to even eat some—but only if it had peanut butter on it.

We had a great night together. We started the movie and I snuggled into his arms, feeling so safe and perfect in his embrace. He smelled so good, and was so warm, I felt myself getting more and more comfortable, then I started wondering why the movie was skipping parts. It seemed like I was in the middle of one scene and then suddenly it was fifteen or twenty minutes later. Very strange I thought…

…and then it was snowing. Snowing so hard I couldn't see anything at all. What was happening? Where was I? I was lost. I saw a light and started to run towards it. I was at my parent's house and Mom came out with a warm blanket—and she was worried about me. She gave me hot chocolate and I spilled it, terrified that she was going to yell at me. Instead she started scrubbing away, trying to get the stain that seemed to grow larger and larger out of the carpet. She took off her pink hat and sadly became the woman in the elegant suit in pearls.

"The things that I loved destroyed me" she said again.

This time I held out my hand to her. "Mom, is there something you need to tell me?" I asked her.

She looked terrified, "I can't. I promised myself I never would."

"Do what Mom? What?" I pleaded with her to tell me.

She shook her head wildly. "No, please don't make me tell."

Suddenly I was on my feet, throwing my arms around her, and she started crying. I just held her, rocking her back and forth. She rested her head on my shoulder and held onto me

"It's okay Mom," I said. "It's okay,"

Finally she looked up at me, her eyes searching my as though asking for my permission for something.

"I can tell the truth?" she asked.

I nodded.

"I never wanted to hurt Daddy," she said softly. Was she talking about my dad or Grandpa?

"It's okay Mom," I said. "Tell me what you want to tell me,"

She reached behind her back and handed me a bundle of letters.

"Mommy can't make it better Sweetie," she said. "You have to do that for me now,"

"Lorelai?" Luke said as I once again woke up as if I was coming out of water for air.

"Luke," I whispered grabbing for him, wanting to hold on to something I knew was real.

"Was it a dream about your mom again?" he asked.

I nodded, still breathing hard. "The same one," I said—but it was longer this time. "Luke, I'm not Haley Joel Osmonting it am I?" I asked. He chuckled and hugged me.

"I don't think so Hon," he replied.

But this time, I knew I couldn't dismiss it as a weird dream. Something was going on.

"Luke," I said as I burrowed into his flannel shirt. "This isn't just a dream. There's something she wants me to know."

"What do you think it is?" he asked and I was blown away that he didn't think I was just being crazy.

"I don't know." I replied. "I'm going over there tomorrow though. Will you come with me?" He hugged me tighter. "Camping can wait," he replied.

Snuggling back into his embrace, I tried to put the dream behind me. Tomorrow I would look for the truth, and I knew I would find it in a stack of letters.