A/N: I hope you enjoy it. Many of you may not think it's "realistic," but I think it is considering the kind of lifestyle I'm painting Lorelai to have. Remember she's in a loving, Christian family (not the family from the show) and so I hope you'll take that into consideration when reading. It's been about 10 years since Lorelai got pregnant. As far as Lorelai's sudden decision to tell him, I think it should be more clear with this chapter. And don't worry, a new someone will enter into the equation rather soon. Please Read and Review! I'm in a rut right now, but I'm 7 chapters ahead of you. Reviews not only encourage me to write more, but encourage me to put up the next chapter. Enjoy!

Also, a warning. The next 2-3 chapters are pretty emotion-packed. You might not think it's realistic, but I'm trying to paint Lorelai how I think I would feel if I was in her situation, and also using real life experiences from those I know that have had this happen to them. Also, I only own Lydia, Laura, and Christina.

Lorelai turned the key in the ignition and sighed. She couldn't believe she'd finally gotten up her nerve to come over to her parents' house and tell her father that she'd been pregnant and miscarried. She bit her lip and looked up at the house. Her eyes widened and she quickly turned the key the other way, the ignition roaring to life. How she ever thought she could do this was beyond her imagination. She looked up at her sun visor and smiled. Pictures ordained it, held in place by thumbtacks and polka dotted ribbons. Her eyes wandered through all of the photographs. Her and the Ls at the beach one summer. Lydia and her eating Ben and Jerry's. She and Christina playing dolls. Going to tea with Queen Christina and her friend Princess Laura. In the center was a picture of her and her father, the day she graduated from Yale. He deserved to know. She knew he did. All of the years spent with Christina convinced her of that. Laura had always told her how amazing it was to have complete trust in Christina. Even though she was only four and probably told her mother everything, she could see the fear in Laura's eyes that one day she wouldn't. She knew that would hurt Laura. All Laura ever wanted to do was be there for Christina. Laura had said it was just part of being a parent. Her dad was a parent. Lorelai was convinced he felt the same way. And she didn't want to hurt her father any longer, she'd hurt him enough as is.

She turned off the car and got out of the door quickly, afraid she'd lose her nerve if she didn't hurry. She ran up to the door and rang the doorbell, waiting for Greta to answer the door. Not long had passed before she was led into the living room where her father was already waiting.

As soon as she saw him, the tears began to fall. They were running wild down her cheeks as she thought about how much she was about to hurt him. Not only had she disappointed him through her actions when she was sixteen, but now she was going to have to tell him she'd kept a secret from him for more than ten years. A big secret, one that he could have helped her get through.

Richard looked up at her and quickly noticed the tears glistening her cheeks and her eyes red from crying. He jumped up and walked over to his daughter, throwing his arms around her. At this, Lorelai cried harder, knowing that she was only going to disappoint him more. She looked at him. She knew the man loved her deeply, perhaps more than he loved anyone else. He'd always told her he'd go to the ends of the earth just to see one twinkle in her eye. And yet, she was about to hurt him horribly. The pain in her chest was too unbearable for words. Nothing compared to this pain. Even the pain of losing her child was nothing compared to the pain of having to tell her father, the one man that thought the world of her, that she'd messed up. His perfect daughter wasn't so perfect after all.

"Can I get you a drink?" Richard asked after she'd pulled away. "Long days are best with whiskey."

"No thanks, Dad. I'm okay." Lorelai said, resisting the urge for coffee. She had to do this on her own. She needed to be strong. Coffee didn't make her stronger, she knew that. It just made her feel stronger and more empowered. But she didn't want to just feel strong. She wanted to be strong. She wanted to know that she was independent, that she was alive, and that she would be okay. But first, she wanted to come clean.

Richard nodded. "What's the matter, Lorelai?" She looked up at him and could see the concerned look in his eyes. She bit her lip and looked down at her hands, trying to keep the tears from falling. She felt his hand reach over and land on top of hers and she could feel her throat closing up. "You know you can tell me anything."

Lorelai swallowed and looked up at her father. It was now or never. She could make up an excuse about hitting a deer on the way over, or about feeling guilty for breaking up with Max, or about a movie she'd seen before she came over, or to ask him for help with financial trouble. Or she could tell the truth.

"I know, Dad…. But I've been keeping something from you," she said softly, not willing herself to look up. He squeezed her hand but still, she didn't look up. She was too ashamed and embarrassed.

"Christopher and I…" she started and trailed off, knowing that wasn't the way to start. "When I was sixteen…" she trailed off again. She looked up at him, her turquoise eyes filled with tears. He stared back at her, a look of concern on his face. "We had sex, dad…" she said, looking down at her hands and pulling them away from him. "And I got pregnant…" She could see his hands stiffen as she bit her lip harder. "And I miscarried."

The disappointment from her father clouded over her and pushed at her heart harder than she'd ever thought possible. The one man who adored her, who gave her everything, who trusted her completely. She'd betrayed him. Her own father. She'd taken everything he'd given her for all of her life and thrown it in his face. She was shaking now. Crying hard. Shaking harder. She felt her hand instinctively go to her stomach, resting there. When she looked down and noticed where it lay, she cried harder. She tried to breath, she really tried. But she couldn't breathe. Her breaths were short and quick and hard. A drop of blood fell down and landed on her palm. She'd bit her lip so hard she'd nearly bitten through it.

She looked up at her father. He was looking down at his hands. "I'm sorry, Dad… I know I disappointed you. I know I'm not the daughter you wanted to have, or the daughter you thought you had…" She looked at him a moment longer before standing up and heading towards the door. Just as she'd placed her hand on the doorknob, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She turned around and found herself looking straight into her father's eyes. She didn't know what they were trying to say, but she stared into them, like a young child afraid to break her concentration. Before she knew it, she was pulled into his arms, her tears and sobs falling deaf against his chest. His strong arms were keeping her locked in his embrace, signaling to the world that he would never let her go. When her sobs had subsided she looked up at her father and for the first time that afternoon, saw the remains of tears on his cheeks.

He looked down at her and lifted a strand of her hair and tucked in behind her ear. "Lorelai." He said. She looked up at him, her heart broken in two. "Lorelai." He repeated, touching her cheek.

She bit her lip and winced in pain. He chuckled softly. "Don't bite through your lip, honey." She looked up at him and stopped immediately. He took her hand and led her back to the couch. Instead of sitting in the chair across from her, this time he sat next to her, holding her hand. He had more to say to her than just her name. She could tell.

She felt his hand touch her cheek as he moved her head to look at him. Looking her straight in the eye he spoke boldly, fiercely, but lovingly. "I love you, Lorelai. Nothing you ever do or say will ever change my love for you."

She felt the sobs get stuck in her throat as she nodded slightly. "You're my daughter. You'll always be my daughter." She smiled lightly while he continued. "You know, I never wanted a daughter. I thought they were too frilly and they cared too much about hair and nail polish. I wanted a big, masculine son to carry on the family business or go pro in some sport. I never wanted a girl."

Lorelai looked at him, a look of horror threatening to overcome her. Here she was, telling her father the biggest secret of her entire life and he was saying he wanted her to be a boy. Maybe she wouldn't feel so guilty if she were a boy.

"But, after I had you, I realized something." He paused, waiting for her to look at him. When she finally did, he opened his mouth and continued slowly. "I got everything I ever wanted when you were born, Lorelai. I love you in ways I can't even put into words." She smiled up at him. He really did love her… Unconditionally.

"Lorelai, I've watched you grow up. I've seen you make mistakes more times than anyone else on this planet." He chuckled. "Some are bigger than others, yes… But I've seen you rise above those mistakes and turn into the beautiful person you are today. Yes, I wish you would have told me this sooner. But only so I could have cried with you, and been there for you." She looked up at him, tears forming in her eyes. "I've never once been disappointed in you."

Lorelai smiled and hugged her father tight. She felt free, for the first time in ages. She felt as if she could hug her father and not feel guilty, or ashamed, or embarrassed. She was just Lorelai in his presence once more. She felt clean, pure. Unbroken.

For the first time in her life, Lorelai wondered if she felt what true, unconditional love was. She felt accepted, despite her mistakes. She felt as if someone loved her despite them. She felt as if her father had listened to her cry and get her pain out, and then forgotten her sins and let them be swept away. She felt as if she were a clean slate. She was free. And she thought, maybe, this was the start of forgiveness.