Summary: Set after "Bridesmaids Revisited". Lorelai decides to make one last effort to repair her relationship with Luke but could end up losing everything.

Disclaimer: Lorelai, Luke and their entire relationship do not belong to me.

Notes: So here I am flipping through channels as I proof this one last time and I see that Cool Hand Luke is on, which makes me laugh. But Fiddlers On The Roof is also on. These movies will always connect me to this show... Anyways, I'm very pleased with the response to the story so far, you guys are aweseome!

Her Biggest Mistake

Luke and Lorelai are still in the gazebo and he's holding her against him still as he did in The Incredible Sinking Lorelai's. Lorelai's stopped crying now and she's just laying against him, still feeling the power he has over her to calm her and comfort her. "Thank you, Hubbell," she says softly half-joking and half-serious. Luke touches her chin, lifting her face so that he can look into her eyes.

"What did you mean?" he asks. Her eyes blink in confusion.

"When?"

"When you said you were sorry."

"Oh. That." She looks down at her hands, pulling away from him. "I meant that I know I shouldn't have stopped taking the birth control without talking it over with you," she explains, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, looking up at him timidly. Luke nods. "What did you think I meant?" He shrugs.

"I don't know, maybe that you were sorry you came to the diner tonight," he responds. Luke reaches out and runs his fingers over her left cheek. "I'm glad you did though." Lorelai moves her head away from his hand, reaching up and physically moving his hand with her own.

"Is that it?" she asks. Luke lets out a deep breath, giving her a questioning look.

"Yeah, I guess," Luke says hesitantly, realizing that things might not be fixed between them. He looks down at their hands and draws in a sharp breath, noticing that her left hand is bare. Lorelai follows his gaze, seeing her hand bare for the first time herself.

"This isn't like last time," Lorelai says, looking back up at him. Luke leans back against the bench, allowing her to finish what she's saying. "You can't just kiss me and think that makes things all better."

"But, Lorelai, I'm not the one who caused this, I shouldn't be apologizing. You're the one who tried to get pregnant to force my hand in marriage," Luke says. Lorelai's mouth drops open in surprise.

"You're not the one who caused this?" she asks coldly, standing up. "Do you seriously believe that?" Luke doesn't respond, waiting to see what she's going to say. Lorelai scoffs. "This has been a long time coming, haven't you felt it? Haven't you known, Luke? Personally, I'm not sure when it started. Maybe when I proposed or when I put the wedding plans on hold or when I got Paul Anka or renovated the house or April showed up or when you postponed the wedding." Lorelai's pacing the gazebo as she rants. "I'm not really sure when this whole thing started, but it has. You've been drifting further and further away and I've been drawing more and more into myself. And you, of all people, know that's not like me. I could always say anything, no holds barred. But you couldn't see it. You didn't see that I was upset or sad or angry or frustrated or anything. I'm not sure who you thought you were going to bed with every night, but it wasn't Natalie Wood in West Side Story, more like Natalie Wood in Splendor In the Grass." She stops pacing and walks over to stand in front of him, laying a hand on his shoulder. "You used to know me, I mean really know me…" she trails off, shaking her head.

"Lorelai, nothing's changed. I'm still guy who you proposed to. I'm still the guy who loves you. I may have drawn away a bit to give April a little more of my time, but I'm still here," Luke says calmly, causing a tear to drift down Lorelai's cheek.

"Then why haven't you seen that you're hurting me!" Lorelai cries, throwing her hands up in the air as she walks away from him. Luke swallows hard, still lost in a fog, not completely understanding where all this came from, his heart clenched from the pain of knowing Lorelai's upset and he had something to do with it.

"How could I have known if you didn't tell me?" Luke asks. "You said you could tell me anything."

"And I never had to before!" Lorelai exclaims. "You remember the last time you held me like that? When I asked you for thirty-thousand dollars? I didn't have to tell you anything, you knew I was upset, you made me open up to you."

"Why are you upset Lorelai? Because of April? Are you jealous of the time I'm spending with her?"

"Only because you're not including me in that time. We were getting married, Luke. Married. And I never really met my future step-daughter." Luke looks down. Lorelai stands across the gazebo from him, facing him, her hands on the rails. "You used to look at me and know me. You used to believe in me. You used to want more than anything in the world, just to be with me," she says softly and calmly. "Why did that change?" Luke stares at her, thinking she's going to figure that out all by herself. "Luke?"

"Because you never felt that way about me. Sure, you picked me over Christopher, but he's the putz who left you pregnant, wanted to be with you only when it wasn't right for you, and ditched you the moment you had time for him. But, I don't know if you ever really wanted to be with me."

"I proposed to you!" Lorelai exclaims.

"Was it just to fill the gap left by Rory?" he asks logically. Lorelai's mouth drops open.

"No, Luke. I loved you," she chokes out. Luke stands, wanting to reach out and take her in his arms, but holds back, the word 'loved' still circling in his mind. Lorelai shakes her head at him. "I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have apologized." She stares at him a moment, making sure he got her point and then runs off.

"Lorelai!" Luke yells after her but she doesn't respond. She just keeps running. Luke stands there, watching her leave, not wanting to turn around and see April looking through the window of the diner. He just stands there hoping she'll come back, knowing he'll be lost without her, and suddenly beginning to understand what she's been trying to tell him all this time.