May 14th 2002:

She sat on a park bench with him, staring into his dark eyes. Without warning he touched her face, with his hand. He cradled her chin, and pulled her in. Their lips met... and she kissed him back. She was with someone else, but she didn't care. In that instant she felt completely consumed. Everything she knew, it went out the window. After that kiss... everything was a blur.

June 25th, 2002:

She's sitting a room in the National's Capital, scared out of her mind. She collects herself, and her things, and goes out for fresh air.

September 24th 2002:

The ride home is quieter than expected. After arriving home she heads straight to her room. She's sitting on her bed, when her mother comes in.

"What's with you? You're being awfully quiet."

"Nothing," she lies.

"Rory are you sure?"

"I'm just tired," she admits.

"I don't buy it. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," she lies again.

"Rory why are you being so withdrawn? What is wrong?"

"Mom I'm just tired, and I'm cranky..."

"Ok. Take a nap then," Lorelai throws up her hands in defeat. She leaves the room.

Rory listens as her mother makes her way up the stairs. She then sneaks out the back door. She walks into town, making a beeline for the diner.

"Hey, Rory. You're back!"

"Hey, Luke. Is Jess around here somewhere?"

"He's upstairs."

"Thanks," she heads for the staircase. When she opens the door to the apartment she finds Jess making out with a girl. After introductions the girl leaves, slamming the door behind her.

"She seems lovely," Rory starts the conversation.

"Do you need something?"

"We need to talk."

"About what Miss Gilmore?"

"Jess don't be a smart ass."

"What's up?" he questions taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"I need to tell you something," she admits.

"You're madly in love with me?"

"That's not what I need to tell you."

"What then?"

"You're not going to like it."

"I like you, so I'll probably be able to forgive you."

"I'm not so sure."

"You act like it's life or death."

"You could say that."

"Meaning?"

"It involves a life, and probably your death."

"My death? Why?"

"You're probably going to be murdered."

"Why? What did I do? Who's going to murder me? You?"

"Not me. I'm the least of your worries."

"Why are you acting so strange?"

"I'm... I feel like my life is spiraling out of control."

"D.C. was that bad?"

"It wasn't D.C.. It's just life."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"About what?"

"About you, about Dean, about school, about my mother, or my grandparents, the baby, about anything."

"Back up. What did you just say?"

"About anything?'

"Before that?"

"My grandparents?"

"After that."

She takes a deep breath, "The baby?"

"Yeah, that. What baby? Whose baby? Was that a joke or..."

"It wasn't a joke."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm losing my mind. I'm scared to death and I need... I just need you to tell me that you're not going to be angry."

"Why would I be angry?"

"I'm having a baby," she answers.

"I got that much. Why would that make me angry?"

"I'm almost five months along."

"Am I supposed to be angry that I'm just now finding out?"

"If you want."

"Why should I be angry?"

She points to him, and then to herself, "We're having a baby."

"We? As in you and me?"

"Yes," she nods.

"Oh."

"I'm sorry."

"Why? It's not your fault. Accidents happen."

"That's not how anyone else is going to see it," she points out, on the verge of tears, standing next to the table. He rises from his seat, he walks over to her, and wraps his arms around her.

"It's ok," he whispers.

She holds on to him tightly.

"I'm not going anywhere," he promises.

"But..."

"Rory, I'm not going anywhere. I may irresponsible, I may be a jerk, but... this isn't something I'm going to walk away from. I never really had a father, I don't want to be like him."

She lets go. She stares at him, in a new light. He wipes the tears from her cheeks.

"I'm assuming that Lorelai doesn't know yet."

"She doesn't know any of it."

"Do you want me to be there when you tell her?"

"I don't think it's a good idea. You should probably leave for a day or two, until she and Luke cool off."

"I'll take my chances. I want to be here if you need me."

"Who are you?"

He shrugs, "I guess I'm gonna be a father."