A/N-This is my first Gilmore Girls fic although I write but about other shows. I have been a fan of Gilmore Girls for a very long time but have not gotten any ideas on what to write. However, during my exams last week, I was attacked with an army of plot bunnies. I thought that this plot was by far the most interesting I could come up with and the only show that fits is Gilmore Girls. Enjoy!

Leaves of Autumn

By caramelapples

Prologue

Sunday mornings have always been Emily Gilmore's favourite because of one thing. She was able to sleep in and wake up at whatever time she pleased. But there was always a downside. She would wake up and realize that Richard wasn't by her side. Not much went on during Sundays and she was content with that. However, she constantly wished that Richard will stay home on a Sunday with her. He didn't really work on weekends, it was what she privately referred to as almost work. Going out with business associate to maintain good relations, she supposed. Talk about maintain good relations with his own wife. It was good for business and thus, good for them. She allowed herself to laze in bed for a while, thinking about the earlier and happier times of their marriage. It had been the happiest years of her life.

Then, her mind roamed to what Richard had said to her during Rory's birthday party. His comment had stung her more than anything he had ever said to her. Did he honestly think that her life was-in his own very words-frivolous and meaningless? Did he really think so little of the woman he had been married to for more than forty long years? He had apologized many times but she knew it would stay in her mind always. She knew it in her heart.

Five minutes later, she reluctantly went downstairs in her robe and found him reading the papers. Her heart leapt with joy. He had not left! He was still there and maybe-only maybe-he would not be going out today. Maybe he was staying home and then they could spend the day together. Her heart filled with glee as she thought of all the things they could do.

"Morning, Richard," she greeted cheerfully.

"Good morning, Emily," he said, taking a sip from his coffee.

She sat down across him and ordered the maid to bring her coffee.

"Will you be going out this morning?" she asked, trying not to sound as hopeful as she felt.

"No," he replied, glancing at her. "I don't think so." He furrowed his brows. "Why? Was there something I've forgotten?"

"Of course not. Just curious," she told him, hiding the happiness she felt. "since you're not, maybe we could have lunch. It has been a long time since we went out for lunch together."

Emily sipped her just-arrived coffee and waited for his response.

"I said I wasn't going out this morning. But I have an appointment for lunch later," he said, not glancing up from the papers. He even managed to sound-did he sound annoyed?

Emily felt disappointment crushing her good mood and she tried her hardest to hide it. She had always hid her disappointment if he didn't have time for them. "It's all right then. I was just suggesting it. I thought it might be a good idea if we went out since it had been a long time since we spent time with each other," she said and studied her husband. He grunted something but did not look up from his papers. Did he even hear what I said? Emily looked away after a while, trying to push aside the hurt that was beginning to form. Why was she hurt? He was most probably occupied with something. But still, he could have at least looked at me.

"Perhaps dinner then?" she asked again. "Will you be free tonight?"

When he didn't show any signs of having heard her, she fell silent and waited for the maid to bring her breakfast. She wondered if he had done something wrong to make him mad. If she did, he would've let her know wouldn't he?

"Richard?" she asked, rather timidly.

"Yes, Emily?" He still had not looked up.

"Have I done something wrong?" she asked, more timid than her liking.

He frowned. "No, why?"

"You seem to be quite mad at me. I mean, why are you ignoring me?"

"I am absolutely not ignoring you!" he said as though it was the most ridiculous thing she could have ever told him.

"All right. Richard?"

"Yes, Emily?"

"Do you think I'm not good enough?" she asked softly.

He stared at her. "Why would you ever think that?" he had closed his papers and put them on the table. She didn't answer but gazed at him. "Oh Emmy, please don't let this be about that. I said I was sorry."

She cocked her head to one side. "I know you're sorry. But I want to know if you really feel that way. That what I did, my life, was useless."

"I was-angry and upset, worried about Rory. I wasn't really thinking and I didn't mean it the way it sounded, Emily. And I said I was sorry. I am truly and very sorry. What do you want me to do? You can't stay mad at me forever. And that was very very long ago if I can remember. Or to be exact, about a year or even more."

"Planning parties and the DAR is what I do. You have your rights to your opinions and thoughts but it hurts that you think so. Especially when you think-or have the impression that it's the only thing I do," she said, stiffly.

"No, Emmy. I know you do a lot. I know that you take care of this place and run everything. And the parties, they're the ones making me connections for the business, " he told her. "I can't thank you enough Emmy."

Suddenly it all became clear to her. He knows what I do and yet, he doesn't care. Yet, he doesn't have time for me. He knows, and yet, I'm not important enough. I'm good enough, just not important enough. "If you know what I do, if it means so much to you, why am I not important enough for you to make time for me? You have time for everything else but me," she said and bit her lip. "I spent almost everyday alone, Richard. I want you to be here." Emily had never complained about her husband's absence before. This was the first. "I want-need you to show me that you care."

"You know I want to Emily," he told her which meant he couldn't stay. "And you know I care."

Emily stood up abruptly. "Knowing is not enough," she said, sadly and bitterly. "It's as though I'm not here. I thought these things would change after our separation and reconciliation. Our vow renewal. Can't you remember what you told me after I asked you to come home? You said that you will never not listen to me ever again."

"I also said that I would make love to you every spare minute I had," he said sarcastically. "Does that mean I do it? We both know we're too old for that."

"Richard Gilmore! I don't need you to make love to me every spare minute you have!" she suddenly yelled. "I need you to let me know that I matter!" With that, she stormed out of the dining room, leaving the maid in a daze, holding her breakfast.

"Emily!" he called but all he got was the slamming of their bedroom door as a response.


Lorelai Gilmore loved Sunday afternoons because it she got to spent her day eating chocolate sundaes and watching old movies that starred most actors or actresses who were dead. She loved being lazy. She grunted when there was a knock on the door and went to open it.

"Mom! What are you doing here?"

"You left this at my bathroom," Emily said and gave her daughter a tube of lip gloss.

"That's not mine," Lorelai said, almost like a child, looking at it.

"Lorelai, you know it's yours. I most certainly do not use this."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I just don't. Just take it Lorelai. Nobody uses this," Emily said rolling her eyes. "It's yours."

"No, it's not," Lorelai said. "I most certainly do not use this," Lorelai mimicked her mother. Truth be told, she was trying to keep her mother longer. Since Rory left, it had been rather quiet and she liked company. Gilmore company.

Emily fell silent and stared at the lip gloss Lorelai was holding. If it wasn't her daughter's, whose was it?

"Are you sure it isn't yours?"

"Okay, okay. It's mine."

Emily breathed a sigh of relief. "I was worried for a moment."

"Mom, dad will never do it," Lorelai said and touched her mother's arm.

"Yeah, well…"

"Mom?" Lorelai started to worry when she saw her mother's worried look.

"It's nothing."

"Why don't you come in and have some coffee?" Lorelai asked, surprising herself and her mother.

Emily smiled for the first time since this morning. "I'd love to."


The rain had been pouring as though a dam broke right in the middle of the sky. Lorelai had insisted that Emily would not drive home in the rain and that she should wait until it stopped. Emily peered out of the window behind the curtain and called out to Lorelai. "The rain stopped!" It was already getting late and the sun had set, leaving the place darker than before.

"Do you want to stay here tonight?" Lorelai asked, coming out from the kitchen.

"Thank you dear, but your father would be very worried if I didn't come home."

"Mom, I'm your daughter. I wouldn't get up and murder you in the middle of the night."

Emily smiled slightly. "No, it's not that. I-we had a fight this morning and I haven't spoken to him about it. He would think I deliberately didn't come home."

"All right," Lorelai said with a little disappointment in her voice. Emily could have cried with joy to see her daughter wanting her to be around. It had been so long since they shared this relationship. The last time was when Lorelai was 10 years old and younger.

"Goodbye, Lorelai," Emily told her and grabbed her handbag from the couch.

"Bye, mom."

Emily debated with herself if she should add something else. It wasn't as though she said it everyday. It wasn't as though she said it at all. But tonight, everything was fine for once. Tonight, they didn't even fight at all. She decided to take the chance and say it anyway. "I love you."

She held her breath, and almost regretted saying it because if Lorelai did not return her sentiments, she would be hurt. And she didn't want to be hurt, feeling sure that Lorelai would most definitely not say anything but goodbye.

"I love you, too, mom. And I'm glad you stopped by," Lorelai said.

Emily broke into a smile. "Me too."


Emily drove down the highway as fast as she possibly could without breaking the speed limit. Richard would be mad. She was late for dinner and she hadn't call. The wonderful time she had spent in Lorelai's house had made her forget about calling and she knew Richard was always adamant that she called if she was going to be late.

The road was almost empty which was good. She didn't have to worry about accidents. What she didn't notice was that the car behind her was the only car apart from hers. And it was there only because she was there.

To be continued…

A/N- There you have it. I hope you have enjoyed it. Please leave reviews and feedback! They're always good motivation. Thanks for taking the time to read!