A/N: I know, that cliffy was cruel. laughs evilly Ahem...Anyways. Here's the explanation of the phone call and whatnot. Please review. It ticks me off when a person doesn't.

"Damn flight delays!" I scream as we sit down in London Int. Our flight got delayed due to the rain.

"It's alright, Emily. The storm will pass. We won't be here long." Richard says quietly, pulling me close.

"What if she's already de–" I begin, but Richard interrupts.

"Emily Louisa-Anne, you will think no such thoughts. Lorelai is alive. She's going to be alright, I promise." He kisses me quickly, and whispers in my ear, "I won't let anything happen to her."

I just start sobbing once again.

God has a cruel sense of humor. Giving me a daughter after praying for years, then snatching her away before she can be happily married, or have grandchildren!

I had another miscarriage today. The third one I've had in my entire life. I was just sitting in my garden, watching the clouds, when it happened. I barely had enough strength to call Richard out. He rushed me inside to our bedroom, and he helped me deliver the remains. Again...

He shouldn't have to do that! That's the third time he's helped me deliver the remains of our baby. Never have we made it to the hospital.

The first time, it was in his dorm.

The second was in France. I was there, celebrating with Hope and Frank that Hopie and I were pregnant. At least Hope held me as I delivered.

And the third time was about an hour ago, in our bedroom. We'll probably have to buy another mattress because...well, the delivery was messy, as always.

Richard is with me, holding me as I sob. I know he'll go into his study when I'm asleep, drink, and cry. He never lets me comfort him, unless I stumble across him when he's grieving.

"We can try again, Emma. We can try again." He whispers.

We have tried.

And we fail every time.

Maybe we just weren't meant to be parents...

"Emily, wake up. Baby, our plane leaves in–" I hear Richard saying, waking me. I suddenly hear a woman on the intercom.

"Flight 351to Hartford International has been delayed for another hour and a half." She says, as if it means nothing in the world.

It's means everything in my world.

Richard squeezes me close as I tense. He knows I'm aggravated. I just sob against his shoulder.

Dear Emily and Richard,

I'm sorry, but I have chosen not to live with you anymore. You suffocated me. I had no room to grow or do anything. I've taken Rory with me. She and I will be fine.

I know you don't think we can make it on our own, but we'll manage.

Lorelai Victoria Gilmore

PS: Don't try to get us back. You'll just be wasting your time.

I look at the note, skimming it a few times. Richard walks up to me, and asks, "Emily. Emily? Emily, what is it?"

"Richard..." I manage to get out before sobbing. He takes the note from my hands, reads it, and wraps his arms around me. "Sweetheart..."

"She's gone, Richard. My baby, OUR baby, is gone! Richard, I...I don't know what to do. Lorelai was my everything." I whisper, leaning into Richard's embrace. He brings me upstairs and places me on the bed. "She'll be alright. She's a strong girl, and she knows how to take care of Rory. They're gonna make it. You just get some rest, ok? I'll be right here if you need me." He says, lying down next to me.

We're still dressed up, but I don't care.

I just want my daughter back.

"Richard?" I say, looking into my husband's eyes. They're full of fear and guilt.

"Yeah, Em?" he says quietly.

"What time is it? I don't have my watch on." I look for my phone, but I know it's in my bag on the plane.

"It's a quarter after 3 in the morning. Our plane should be taking off soon, I hope."

"So do I, Richard. So do I." I lean against him and close my eyes. Suddenly, a man comes on the intercom, saying, "Flight 451 to Hartford International, boarding in Gate 23C." 451? Our plane was 351.

"Come on. I think we have a new plane." Richard says, pulling me up. We walk to our gate and board our new plane. Richard managed to get us First Class, how I don't know, but I'm grateful.

We touch down around 6 in the morning. I have no clue why it took so long, but at least we're back.

Richard manages to get us to the car fairly quickly, and we speed off to Stars Hollow.

"Richard, Can't you go faster?" I ask as we near our exit.

"No, Emma, I can't. The traffic sucks, if you can't tell." He replies, agitated at the other drivers.

"Alright..."I lean against the locked door, and fall to sleep.

"Emily, we're here." Richard says softly, rubbing my arm. My eyes fly open as I unbuckle my seat belt and run up to the door.

I practically throw the door open, and I can hear my daughter's cries from the doorway.

I dash upstair to find a horrific sight.

Lorelai's curled up on her bed in the fetal position, sobbing.

I hurry to her side, and I wrap my arms around her. "It's alright. I'm here. I'm here. You're safe." I coo, trying to calm her.

"Mom? Mom! You came!" she says quietly, throwing her arms around me.

"Of course I came. Lorelai, what's wrong?" I ask, hugging her to me.

"Mom, I...I..." She can't even finish her sentence, for she's sobbing once again. I soothe her, rocking her gently back and forth.

"Sweetheart, what's the matter? Lorelai, you're scaring me." I whisper, trying to gently pry it out of her.

"Grandma!" Rory yells, running over to us, giving me a hug. I wrap one arm around her, keeping my other around Lorelai. "Hey there, Rory." I say, letting her go.

"Rory, can you give me and Grandma some time alone?" Lorelai asks hoarsely. Rory nods, leaving us. I call her back, telling her to talk with her grandfather. She agrees, shutting the door behind her.

"Mom, I can't believe it." She whispers, lying down on the bed.

"What?" I say softly, lying down next to her.

"I did it again. I was being stupid, and I knew I shouldn't have. It's just, he said no for sure. Mom, Luke and I..." She starts sobbing again. I hold her close, stroking her hair as she cries against my shoulder.

"Lorelai, you're going to have to tell me what happened for me to be able to help." I say after a few minutes.

"But, the thing is, I don't know who the father is." She whispers shakily.

No...She isn't...

"Lorelai, what do you mean, you don't know who the father is? Is it Rory?" I ask, hoping it's not true.

"No, Mom. It's me. I'm...God, I did it again! I'm such an idiot!" She turns her face into her pillow. I roll over on my side, getting her to face me.

"You listen to me. You are NOT an idiot. Yes, you've done a few stupid things in your life, but so have the rest of us. Nobody's perfect, Lorelai. You know that. I know that. Now, tell me what's wrong." I say, brushing a tear from her eye.

"Mommy, I'm...I'm pregnant." She whispers.

It was true.

"And I don't know who the father is."

A/N2: I know, another cliffy! But hey, two updates in the same week. Not bad, eh? Just click over there, see on our left. Go down, down, down a little more. See the button? Click it! You know you want to! Thank you.

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