Diclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or anything else.
October 1991
Rory was eight years old and was a bright girl. Her dad was always travelling for work so she spent a lot of time with her mother. They'd watch movies together and her mother would joke about them escaping together and starting a new life. Rory was lying in bed when she heard her dad come home from a work trip and then she heard fighting. They always fought when he came home, often about different things.
"You were supposed to be home four hours ago," Lorelai yelled. "We were meant to take our daughter to dinner for her birthday. Instead, we were sitting here waiting for you to dain to come home."
"I am sorry," Christopher responded. "The flight was delayed."
"The flight wasn't delayed, you smell like you've been drinking." Lorelai responded.
"I had a drink on the plane." Christopher yelled now.
"Keep your voice down, she is sleeping," Lorelai said quietly. "I can't. I can't do this anymore."
"Do what anymore?" He said now.
"You, me. Us," Lorelai said now, her voice almost shaking. "In the seven years we've been married I can count on one hand the times you've actually been here for me and for Rory. You've missed our anniversaries, my birthdays. You've missed six of Rory's seven birthdays, you weren't even there when she was born."
"That was before we were even married." Chris said now.
"That is not helping you." Lorelai responded.
"So what? Your giving up on us. On our family." He responded now.
"No, Rory, the baby and I are a family. At this point your just a visitor that I am techincally married to." Lorelai barked.
"Baby?" Christopher said now.
"Oh yeah, I was going to tell you that I was pregnant again," Lorelai said now. "But I guess you missed that too."
Rory heard the door slam and she closed her eyes, she knew this was a huge fight. When she opened her eyes again it was still dark and she could feel someone shaking her awake.
"Babe," Lorelai said quietly. "Get dressed."
"Where are we going?" Rory whispered. "Is dad here?"
"No dad, just you and me." Lorelai said now.
Rory wasn't about to ask another question, so she got dressed and got into the car that Lorelai had likely been packing all night. They drove away from the small house and Hartford and into the direction of the morning sun which had just risen.
"Mum," Rory said quietly. "Are we having a baby?"
"You heard," Lorelai said quietly. "How much did you hear?"
"Just that your having a baby," Rory said now. "And dad slamming the door. What's going to happen to the baby?"
"Well, if all goes right it will take over my body and I will give birth and then you'll have a sibling to play with or torture. I don't know what siblings do." Lorelai started babbling.
"Can I name the baby?" Rory asked excitedly before she started listing all the names that she liked.
Not too long after, they ended up in a small town that Rory recognised from when she and Lorelai would occasionally go on weekend drives.
"It always looks so pretty." Rory said quietly.
"I know," Lorelai smiled. "How would you like to live here?"
"Really?" Rory's eyes widened. "Like you always joked that we would."
"Yep, you and me. You'll go to school, I'll hopefully find a job." Lorelai said now.
June 1992
It was a particularly warm day and Lorelai was exactly a week past her due date. She had been working as a maid up until her due date when her boss forced her to stop working until she had the baby. In an effort to start labor, she was walking Rory to school.
"Can mummy sit for just a moment?" Lorelai asked, sitting on a bench. "Never, ever get pregnant kid. This is torture."
"But I'll have a sister soon and it will be worh it," Rory sat next to her. "When do you think she'll come?"
"I have no idea, but if she doesn't come by the weekend I will be taking her out myself." Lorelai groaned.
By the time Lorelai got back to the potting shed she was exhausted so she decided to take a nap. When she woke up she was in excruciating pain. It was at exactly 11pm that night when Lorelai's screams were met with that of a newborn baby girl. Rory had stayed at her best friend Lane's house and came to the hospital the next morning.
"She's so little," Rory smiled. "Was I this little?"
"You were even littler believe it or not," Lorelai smiled. "Now, she needs a name."
"Lorelai." Rory joked.
"I think our house already has too many Lorelai's." Lorelai laughed.
"I am reading this book called Franny and Zooey-" Rory started.
"I read that in high school - How about Zoe?" Lorelai asked.
"Zooey is the brother," Rory said confidently. "She's a girl."
"Well it would be Zoe like Z-o-e, not Z-o-o-e-y." Lorelai explained.
"Rory and Zoe?" Rory smiled. "I like it."
"I like it too, a lot," Lorelai smiled looking down at the baby. "How about you Zoe? I think it's a winner."
A/N: This was just an idea, so let me know what you think and if I should continue.
