I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. *Cheesy, right? Oh well, too bad.

You will never guess what happened today. I was cutting veggies for dinner, and I accidentally sliced my finger. OWW! It was a really deep cut and I had to go to the doctor's. However, thanks to the help of my lovely best friend Daniel (I named Luke & Lorelai's child after him) I was able to finish typing up this chapter and post it on ff.net.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from the characters that I've made up, such as Lisa and Daniel.

Chapter One

They were sweethearts from the tender age of seventeen. They were the epitome of star-crossed lovers. They suited each other and knew the other so well that they could finish off each other's sentences.

Hartford was known for its gossip vine, enormous amount of divorces and people marrying for money. Everyone predicted that nothing could bring this immaculate couple down. But was the prediction right? Why didn't the most elite couple in Hartford have a child? No one knew. They all asked the wrong question, though. It should be why couldn't the most elite couple in Hartford have a child?

Rory and Tristan Dugrey are rich, young, successful, and would be perfect parents for their lucky child. Rory Dugrey was reporter extrordinaire. The best reporter of New York Times, there was nothing she couldn't scoop out. She graduated with honors from Harvard and shone from the top of the top.

Tristan Dugrey was the perfect lawyer. So far, he had never lost a single case. That was saying something. He had graduated from Yale with honors, and is continuing his family's company. He was king of them all. Together they were the impeccable couple, the ones that everyone else envied.

Their best friends were another married couple: Paris and Jess Mariano. (A/N: I don't know why I did that! I must be going insane. I wanted Jess all to myself. ) Another elite couple. Paris was the person who single-handedly ran a large flourishing corporate business. Everyone who knew her wasn't surprised. Instead, they expected it and more out of her.

Jess was the once teenage rebel without a cause, but had mellowed with age. Although there were still times that the rebel showed through, those times were far between and short in coming. He had aspired to be a famous writer, like Hemmingway. And that's exactly what he is. With books that have reached the New York Times Bestseller List so many times that it became routine.

They have a child; a three-year-old girl called Antoine Lisa Mariano. Lisa was never without the love of her parents. Although they both tended to spoil their child, they never let it get out of hand. None of their children would ever turn out to be another Hartford brat. They wouldn't allow it.

Lorelai Danes. Who ever would have thought that she would marry her coffee supplier? *Smirk. Everyone guessed it before they themselves did. It was no surprise after all that after being stuck in a compromising situation, they confessed their love for each other. Which made Jess and Rory practically cousins. That would just be uncanny and against the natural order of things, thank god they were never together.

Lorelai and Luke Danes have a child as well: nine year old Daniel Lucas Danes. (*Tongue twister!) He followed after his father; never was one for words. He had smarts like his sister. Walking at seven months and reading at the tender age of three. However, unlike his loving sister, he was equally good at sports. Already captain of his junior soccer team and a very active co-captain of the softball team, he was bound to be an overachiever. With a doting mother and father, not to mention a sister, brother in law, cousin, and cousin in law, he was another one that tended to be spoilt.

After building a flawless atmosphere for their future child to grow up in, Rory and Tristan Dugrey found out they couldn't have one. They went through another checkup, looking for another expert's opinion. It was the same darned result again. Tristan was functioning properly, but Rory could never have a child. There was something wrong with her.

Rory was lying down on her side of the bed, thinking about everything that had happened recently. No matter how hard they tried, she just couldn't become pregnant. It was all her fault.

Her and Tristan's child would strengthen their already strong bonds, and it would give her a chance to be a mother. She had always dreamed of being a mother; someone like Lorelai. She wanted her children to be able to count on her and be best friends with. She wanted to be a nurse; kiss their wounds and misery goodbye. And Tristan would be the perfect father. He would be the type to send his children to softball practice and to be one of their role models. Tears slipped down her cheeks silently, and she hugged herself, trying to take comfort in that simple movement.

Tristan walked out of their bathroom, and saw Rory huddled on the bed. He heard the quiet sobs she emitted, and knew the cause of it all. His angel shouldn't be the only one to carry the burden. She was too delicate, and if he knew her (which he did), he knew that she would be blaming herself for their problem. God wouldn't do this to them. After all, what wrong had they done? In his eyes, it was another obstacle that they would overcome by being together. He bent down so that they were eye-to-eye.

"Rory, honey. This isn't your fault," said Tristan.

Rory sniffed. "That's easy for you to say. You're not the one that can't get pregnant."

Tristan smirked, trying to lighten the conversation. "Honey, I'm a man. I cannot get pregnant, either."

Rory paused for a while, and then her crying turned into earnest. Tristan was appalled at what he had done. There was no way in hell that he could have said anything more wrong.

"Honey, I'm sorry. That came out the wrong way. Believe me, if I could get pregnant, and carry that burden for you, I would. Anything at all for you."

He took her into his comforting arms, and rocked her back and forth. He kissed her on the forehead, and noticed that she had fallen asleep. He laid her down on the bed, and crossed over to his side. Then, he fell asleep, praying that somehow, a miracle baby would come down from heaven.

To be continued…

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