Author's Note: This is the first fanfic I have ever published, I hope everyone enjoys it. I have more chapters ready so I if you like this, please review and beg for more.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Gilmore Girls. If there is something that you don't recognize from the show, it is original and it is mine.

Rory was sitting with her father, Greg, drinking coffee at the kitchen table on a Sunday morning. She had the newspaper laid in front of her, but she wasn't really reading it. She sipped her coffee, black of course, and watched Greg. He was reading the Sports page. Her staring caused him to glance over at her.

"Did I spill again?" he asked as he glanced down at his shirt. Rory smiled, shaking her head. "What's with you this morning, kiddo?"

Rory sighed into her cup. "Nothing."

"That sigh and that nothing mean something, don't they?" Greg pried. "Is it school?" Rory shook her head. "Is it Dean?" She shook her head again. "Is it bigger than a bread box? Come on, sweetie, spill." He put down the newspaper and clasped his hands together, showing his attentiveness.

Rory smiled again. "You're such a great dad. I'm really lucky, you know?"

Greg nodded. "You're a great kid. I feel so blessed that you came into my life." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Are you thinking about Mom?"

She hesitated. He meant Dana, the woman who had raised her. His wife, the woman who had died nine months ago. "Well, yes."

"I miss her too," he said as he reached over and took her hand

"Dad, I was thinking about...my real mother."

Greg frowned and leaned back in his chair. "Oh."

"It's not that I don't love you. Or miss Mom, or want to replace her. I just-"

"Rory, we discussed this. It's not a good idea, the agency said you'd just be disappointed. Besides, the records are sealed."

"But Dad-"

"Come on, we'll be late for church." Greg stood up and walked out of the kitchen.

Lorelai was sitting at the kitchen table in her apartment when she heard the bedroom door open. She looked up from the newspaper and put her coffee, black of course, down. Adam walked in slowly and she smiled up at him as he got his own cup of coffee.

"Morning," she offered, but received a grumble in return. He sat down and pulled the business section of the paper towards him. "Um, did I tell you I got the Reynolds case?" she asked.

"Yes. Twice. Is this decaf?"

Lorelai snorted. "Are you kidding?"

Adam glance up at the clock. "I'm meeting Bronson at the club in twenty. I told you to wake me at eight."

She rolled her eyes as he stood up. "No, you didn't."

"What's your problem lately?" he asked as he walked back into the bedroom.

"My problem? Oh, nothing, I just feel like I'm stifled in my own life and practically living with a chauvinist moron who can't even be polite to the woman he slept with the night before," she grumbled. He came back in, wearing his suit that he had worn yesterday.

"Did you say something?" he asked as he adjusted his tie. Lorelai shook her head, looking down, and felt him kiss the top of her head before he left.