Lorelai was sitting on the cold, tiled floor of the bathroom, her body wracked with waves of nausea as she leaned over the toilet. Rory knelt beside her, gently holding her hair back, a concerned look etched on her face.
"Mom, are you pregnant or something?" Rory asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
Lorelai could only nod, more bile rising in her throat as she retched again. The thought of being pregnant, especially now, sent a chill through her. "I won't tell her till we are okay, Rory. I miss Y/n. I'm so stupid," she muttered between heaves, guilt crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Just then, the front door swung open, and Y/n rushed into the bathroom, her heart racing with worry. "Are you okay?" she asked, her eyes scanning Lorelai's pale face.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why are you here? I hurt you; you're supposed to hate me," Lorelai murmured, her voice hoarse with regret.
Y/n knelt beside her, brushing a damp strand of hair away from Lorelai's forehead. "Rory's got you," she said softly, signaling her daughter to step back. "What did you have?"
"A lot of alcohol," Lorelai lied, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. She could feel Y/n's warm hand rubbing her back, a soothing gesture that sent conflicting emotions swirling within her.
"I forgive you, Lor. I love you," Y/n whispered, her voice a balm for Lorelai's frayed nerves.
In the days that followed, the tension in their home felt palpable. Lorelai avoided Y/n's gaze, shame flooding her each time they crossed paths. They both carried the weight of Lorelai's infidelity, an unspoken rift threatening to unravel their lives.
One evening, while Rory was out with friends, Y/n found Lorelai sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the television. The flickering images offered no comfort, only amplifying the silence that had grown between them.
""Can we talk?" Y/n asked, her hands tucked nervously in her pockets.
"Of course. Sit?" Lorelai replied, motioning to the couch.
Y/n took a seat, her heart pounding. "I love you, Lorelai. I've always loved you. I watched you fall for Chris, then have his kid, and then run away to her. I found you because I love you so much, but every time I close my eyes, I see Max having her hands all over you, and I just want to know why."
Lorelai's stomach twisted at the raw pain in Y/n's voice. "I don't know why I did it. I'm so sorry. I love you, Y/n; you are my world. I can't breathe without you."
Y/n sighed deeply, her heart aching at Lorelai's confession. "But I understand if you want to divorce me. I get it," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Lorelai looked at her, desperation in her eyes. "I don't want to leave you ever. I just want to make sure you love me."
"More than anything," Lorelai affirmed, her voice thick with emotion.
Y/n couldn't help but smile. "I felt a lot better after I punched Max's lights out. One punch, and she was just... out," she said, laughter bubbling up as the tension began to lift.
Lorelai chuckled, the sound like music to Y/n's ears. "I can't say I'm upset about that. Good for you!"
With a newfound lightness, Y/n leaned in and kissed her wife gently, savoring the warmth of their connection.
"Y/n?" Lorelai called softly, pulling Y/n's attention back to her.
"Yes, love?" Y/n answered, her heart racing at the tenderness in Lorelai's voice.
Lorelai took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she prepared to share her secret. "I'm pregnant with your baby."
Y/n froze, her mind racing to process the words. Silence filled the room as the weight of Lorelai's announcement
