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I'm Pregnant

Chapter Four: Emily makes amends

"Front desk, Lorelai speaking. Yes, Mr. Anderson, you can get extra towels. I'll send someone up right away."

Lorelai replaced the receiver and turned to Michel. "Michel, I need you to deliver towels to Mr. Anderson's room."

"I am not a towel boy," Michel informed her in his thick accent. "I am a concierge."

"We're all a team here, Michel," Lorelai said. "We don't have titles. Deliver the towels."

"Where is Manny?" Michel whined. "This is his job."

"His mother is sick so he took a few days off to go to New York," Lorelai replied.

"I can't take the towels," Michel pouted, "I have to answer the phones."

"I'll stay by the desk," Lorelai told him. "Take the towels."

Michel stomped his foot petulantly. "I hate you."

Lorelai giggled to herself as Michel stomped off. "That was fun."

She picked up a stack of mail and began sorting it. Her concentration was broken when she heard the front door open. Looking up, she was surprised to see her father walk in.

Walking around the desk, she walked up to him. "Dad, this is a surprise." It had been three days since the night at the Gilmore house and she hadn't spoken to either of her parents.

"Yes, I realize that, Lorelai," Richard began, "I'm sorry I didn't call in advance, but I wasn't sure you would agree to see me."

Lorelai smiled. She knew it was difficult for her father to approach her when she was in the middle of an argument with her mother. "What did you want to see me for, Dad?"

"Well," Richard began, trying to find the right words. Looking around, he asked her, "is there someplace we can go to talk in private?"

Lorelai looked back at the desk. "I can't leave the desk, Dad," she informed him, "but let's sit here." She led him to the two chairs that were set up in the lobby. She took the seat facing the desk, while Richard sat opposite her. "Now, what can I do for you, Dad?"

"Well, I wanted to apologize to you, Lorelai," Richard began, "for what happened at the house."

Lorelai smiled. "Dad, you didn't do anything."

"That's just it," Richard insisted, "I didn't do anything. For most of your life, I didn't do anything." He paused. "You have to understand, Lorelai, when you were born, your mother told me in no uncertain terms, she was in charge of the house which included you and I was in charge of bringing home the money. And I took her literally."

"Dad," Lorelai began, "I understand the position you were in. I knew you loved me and surprisingly I know Mom loved me. She just wanted me to be this perfect society daughter and that just isn't me."

"I know that," Richard told her, "and we should have let you be, or least not grow exasperated with you when you didn't live up to our ideals." He paused again. "And I'm sorry for that and I want you to know it won't happen again."

Lorelai sighed. "Thank you for saying that, Dad," she said, tears forming in her eyes. "It means a lot to me."

Richard squeezed her hand. "Now, tell me about this new baby," he said, after a beat. "Have you had a checkup yet? Is it a boy or a girl?"

Lorelai laughed. "It's a bit early to tell, Dad," she told him. "My first official appointment is next week." As they stood up, she asked him, "Have you had lunch? I can get Sookie to fix us a club sandwich or something."

"Yes, that sounds good," Richard said, "let's go."

Lorelai turned to the front desk where Michel was happily ensconced in his chair. "We'll be in the dining room, Michel," she told him.

Later...

Richard returned home two hours later. He went straight into the study where Emily was answering her mail.

"Hello, Richard," she said, glancing up briefly, before returning to her letter. "Where have you been?"

"I went to see Lorelai," he told her. When she lifted her head again, he told her simply, "You will apologize to her, Emily. I don't care if you think it's wrong, but you will apologize to our daughter for what happened here the other night."

"Richard! What's gotten into you?" she asked him, incredulous.

"I simply do not want to waste time fighting with Lorelai, Emily," he told her. "She's having another baby and I do not want what happened with Rory to happen again. My god, Emily, she left here with her baby when she was sixteen years old! She decided that she'd rather live anywhere than live under our roof. Except for her yearly visits, we weren't there for most of Rory's childhood, and I'll be damned if it happens again."

Emily was quiet as she looked at the desk. Finally, she looked up. "Alright."

"What?" Richard was surprised. He didn't expect her to acquiesce so quickly. He mentally shook his head. "Fine. It's settled." He turned to leave the room, but stopped. "Thank you, Emily."

The next day...

Lorelai dug her cell phone out of her purse as she left the diner. Opening it, she saw the caller-id. Her mother. "Hello, Mother."

"Hello, Lorelai," Emily began, "are you busy?"

"No, Mom, just on my way to the inn," Lorelai answered, "what's up?"

"Well, I'm on my way to see you," Emily told her.

"Why?"

"I just told you, Lorelai," Emily replied, "to see you. I came to Stars Hollow to see you."

"Came? Mom, that's past tense," Lorelai told you, "are you here already?"

"As a matter of fact, I'm sitting in my car in front of the inn," Emily admitted. "Where are you?"

Lorelai turned the corner leading to the inn and saw her mother's car parked outside. "I'm here. Turn around."

Emily opened the door and stepped out of the car. Seeing Lorelai approach, she disconnected the call and waited for Lorelai to reach her.

"Hey, Mom," Lorelai greeted. "You hung up on me."

"I saw you coming."

"Yeah, but you still hung up on me."

"Are you finished?"

"Okay, yeah," Lorelai nodded. "What brings you here today? A DAR meeting?"

"No, not today," Emily responded. "I came to talk to you." She looked around nervously. "Are you going to invite me inside?"

Lorelai led her into the inn. As she went behind the desk, Michel stood up abruptly. "I'm going into the kitchen."

"Bring me back some coffee," Lorelai called out, "do you want some, Mom?"

"No thank you," Emily replied, "I've already had three cups this morning."

Lorelai nodded. "So, what's the occasion, Mom?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, two parental visits in two days," Lorelai answered. "You do know Dad was here yesterday, don't you?"

"Yes, he told me. That's why I'm here." Emily paused. "Can we sit down, Lorelai?"

"You've done a nice job with the inn," Emily remarked, after they were seated.

Lorelai smiled. "Thanks, Mom." After a beat, she asked, "What's this about, Mom? Is there something wrong?"

"Wrong? Well, I guess you could say that," Emily said softly. "I lay awake most of the night last night thinking how I was going to say these words to you but I couldn't come up with anything, except to say 'I'm sorry'."

Lorelai was speechless. For the first time since she could remember, she had never heard her mother apologize for anything. Before she could think of a response, Emily went on.

"When you were born, the only thing I ever wanted for you was to be happy and healthy," Emily told her, "and I thought I knew how to make that happen. But apparently I didn't know what made you happy. What made me happy, made you miserable."

"We're two different people, Mom," Lorelai quietly reminded her.

"I know that. I knew that but I thought if I introduced you to the things I loved, you'd grow to love them too," Emily replied. "I was wrong. It only pushed you further away. I'm sorry, Lorelai, for not realizing it earlier."

Lorelai looked into her mother's eyes and saw genuine tears. Tears sprang into her eyes. "Mom."

Mother and daughter hugged each other, each with tears flowing down their cheeks. When they parted, Emily straightened Lorelai's hair. "Have you been sick lately?"

Lorelai shook her head. "Not since the other night. I think it was a combination of carsickness and nerves," she told her mother. "I'm fine now."

"Good," Emily said. "Because I want to take you shopping and we'll get whatever you want."

Lorelai laughed. "I like that idea."

Later...at Luke's Diner

Lorelai walked in with a big smile. Without a word, she walked behind the counter and grabbed Luke in a hug. "I've had the best day today!" she exclaimed.

"Really? What happened?"

"My mother came by the inn."

"And that's good?"

"Good? That's great, Luke!" Lorelai said, "It was a totally different Emily Gilmore. She apologized to me!" She paused. "And I think I have you to thank."

"Me? What did I do?" Luke asked.

"You knocked me up," Lorelai laughed. She patted her belly. "You're a miracle worker already, baby. Your grandma turned nice because of you."

Luke covered her belly with his own hand. "Don't worry, your mama's not crazy, it's just the coffee talking."

TBC….

(A/N: okay, this wasa little difficult to write too, so please leave feedback. I love you all; I can't believe this story is so popular. Thank you!)