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An: I am so sorry for the delay, in updating, but life and school got into the way, like always. I don't know if any of you are still reading this, or not, but this chapter is unusually short for me, plus it was kinda spur of the moment thing! I hope that all of you will like it... so without further ado...

Emily's POV

After I received, Jacqueline phone call at home, I was surprised... what was so important to disrupt my dinner? Well she told me every little thing that she had happened to overhear to that restaurant. She thought to call me and tell me exactly what our dear Vivi had said about my family. As I am listening to what she's saying, anger took over me. Before I knew it I was out of the door, without telling a word to Richard, and on the road to Stars Hollow to yell at that woman once and for all.

It doesn't happen very often, that someone instead of getting yelled by me, they yelled at me...

It was nothing that I had felt before. The things that Vivi said, just shocked me, freezing me to the spot.

The things I said to her about not knowing what was it like, for her to be a mother, was low of me, I know. I don't even think that I could survive Lorelai' death, much less go on, with such strength... And how the hell did she know about my vow renewal... of course it had to be Luke who told her...who else? And did she it the mark, when she talked about my relationship with Lorelai.

But a thought, after Vivi shut the door in my face, haunts my mind, like nothing before. Was it all true what she said about Rory... was Rory a Cheater? A liar, no that couldn't be true, could it? Did she really lied to me about things, with Logan too?

And as I enter the car I make a decision, and head over to her apartment and ask for some explanation. Of course, when I entered the apartment, the first thing that I noticed was that she was alone, and that did play in my favor. I am determined to have the truth out of her, and I am not going to leave without it. She seems genuinely surprised to see me here.

I think of what to say but nothing came out if not for seconds later, when the words came out of my mouth without me having any control over it.

- no, your mother is fine, but you young lady, you can offer me the truth for once ...– I tell her, as I look into her blank face.

- What?

- Did you slept with a married man, Rory?

- Grandma, what... I don't know what are you talking about...- she says as she gets up, and walk towards the window, and the only thing that is in my mind is that I am tired of lies...

- you heard me correctly Rory, don't lie to me...

- grandma I …

- you did, didn't you? Does your mother know?

- Yes – she says quietly, coming back to sit next to me on the couch. She looks, so panicked and ashamed...

- when?

- Almost three years ago...- she's whispering the answer. But I hear her anyway...

- who was it? - I ask decisively... I want to know who...

- Grandma, really, it's over... - she's trying to make excuses I know, but that doesn't matter to me, I earn for the truth, I deserve the truth, from her, not from a stranger..

- I don't care if it's over, who was it, Rory?

- Dean...

- what? - Dean, her ex boyfriend?

- Dean, OK grandma it was Dean, that's why I came to Europe with you... - I am almost frozen into my spot, as many details of that summer click into place. I always thought that Lorelai and Rory, had the usual, normal fallout, between mother and daughter, instead, Rory was running away and I just happened, to give her the perfect excuse for it. How blind was I? God! she's looking at me, with soft tears streaming down her face. As she leans forward, I take her into my arms as she cry out. When she calmed down a little, I gave her a nudge, bringing her face to my eye level. - did Logan, really cheated on you? - I am looking at her, and as I ask the question, from her expression, I know already know the answer. I hug her again and then I tell her – don't make the mistake, to be with someone, for fear of me, or your grandfather and what we think, we only want you to be happy... it's your life dear, you are going to live it... don't waste it... OK? - as she nods, I look at her, and I do something that I didn't do in years. I kiss her forehead. As I get up, she try to say something, she's tired I know, and I reassure her that everything is fine, and that I expect her, Friday for dinner.

As I close the door behind me, I feel exhaustion taking over me. I get into the car, and for ten minutes, I don't do anything but stare into space. I am brought out by my reverie, by Logan's car, entering the parking lot. I have the indistinguishable desire to give him a piece of my mind, and I would, but right now, a part of me, yelled no, so I turned on the engine, and in less than an hour I was back home.

I park the car into the garage. Upon entering the house I find him standing in the foyer, waiting for me. He had a serious expression on, and I know he was about to scowl at me for running out in such rude manner. And the only thing that I do is hug him, like my life depended on it. I know that he wanted to say something, instead he just continued to hold me. I don't know how many minutes we were in that position, time seem to fly me by. And then he told me that he would make tea for us, and then we would talk. after I nod, he walk into the kitchen, I make my way into the living room.

As I walk to the fireplace, I look, at a picture of my own mother and suddenly the memories from that party come to mind: how I was ecstatic to be pregnant, and became a mother, telling everybody who was listening to me, that really no nanny would raise my daughter! I smile at that, I already knew that it was a girl.

I also remember now, that my mother scowled at me, after the party for saying the most inappropriate, insane thing: raising my child by myself. And I agrees with her, for a stupid fear of rejection.

The most shocking thing to me, was discovering, that moment was definitely the first time, in a long list of moments, of me losing Lorelai, and before she was even born. It was all my fault, from the very beginning, the times that we left our child to go to a function or another stupid thing: and all that for what? Nothing...

At this point, I can't hold it together anymore, and I start crying, finding myself sliding and sitting onto the carpet.

As I feel my husband's arms coming round me to support me, I find that for the first time in the last thirty years, I don't have any weigh on my back, the anger, the sadness of it all just disappeared, and that, now, I am finally breathing...

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