Disclaimer: Yeah, I think we know where this is going...don't own it, don't sue me.

AN: So…I suck. I can't update my other stories. They aren't going anywhere. This, however, has prospect, and I shall have written several chapters before this ever meets your eyes. Oh, few things you need to know: Dean and Lindsey dated, but broke up. He never proposed. Jess left, but didn't come back. Basically, season 4 didn't happen. Oh, and I am a major literati, but I don't think this will get more than hints of it…you'll see why.

The Wrong Kind of Paradox

Prologue—We've Only Just Begun

           And then they kissed. Like there was nothing else, just him, her, and a small veil of space between them.

           They started out slowly, just a soft, sweet succession of temptation. The kisses became more heated, more rapid. She could feel the passion he held, leaking out and filling her with fire. Her throat welled up with it, until suddenly, they were falling…

           He was holding her. So delicate.  So fragile. So his.  He didn't want to break her; she was to be handled with care. But he pushed all thoughts out of his mind, and let himself be completely immersed in her embrace. So they sunk back, the soft fabric beneath them.

           And she was his. And he was hers. For forever, for a moment. Time became lost, through their eyes.

            Lorelai Gilmore was sitting on the front steps of her house when her daughter arrived home that night.

           "Oh, darling daughter of mine! Home at last!"

           "Lock yourself out again?"

           "You know it. I was beginning to think I would never see the glorious inside of this beloved establishment again!"

           "And you've been out here how long?"

           "Oh, I'd say a good two minutes," Lorelai responded with a grin.

           "Well, in that case, I'm terribly sorry I left you here, to battle the perils of nature on your own," joked Rory.

           Lorelai grinned. "Someone's happy."

            "I am in a terribly peachy mood tonight, aren't I?"

            "Did you do something slutty?" Lorelai joked.

           Rory blushed, ever so slightly. She began to fumble around with her key, sliding her hands around her belt and slipping it off the loops. "Um…so, want to watch a movie? Willy Wonka sound good?"

            "What?" Lorelai scrunched her face up into a frown, but it was quickly replaced with the horror of understanding. "Oh…oh…I was just…you…really? You, him, you?" she ended desperately, hoping for her daughter's face to tell her it was all just a misunderstanding. She found nothing. No. This, this wasn't happening. "Come in. We…we need to talk." And then she would kill Jess. No, scratch that. Have a nice chat with Mr. Vodka, then kill Jess.

           The two girls walked into the house, considerably less perky than before. Lorelai stumbled on her thoughts for a second, before she could make any coherent sentences.

           "Ok. So, correct me if I'm wrong but…you…Jess…you…you…" Ok, so maybe not quite coherent.  But close enough. Rory's face blushed red. Lorelai wasn't sure if she was embarrassed to be discussing her first…experience…with her mom, or if she was ashamed that she put herself in this situation. Didn't matter, neither one was thinking straight enough for it to make a difference.

           "Ok. Well then. Umm. Yeah, not what I expected to come home to, but, uh…you were…he used a…right?" Rory's eyes got wide, as if suddenly remembering she'd left an important assignment behind.

            "Oh…oh!" Way too many surprises tonight, this was too much, she couldn't deal with this! What was she supposed to do? Rory was supposed to be the responsible one! Then it hit her. She was 35. Rory was 18. She was the adult. That's what she needed to be. Too many years of being a best friend were crashing down on her with every second.

           "Ok." She said, finally forming some rationality. "We'll…I'll…make an appointment for you. You are getting tested—For everything. At the very least, we're putting you on the pill." There. That made sense. They could do this.

           Rory suddenly froze…tested? She hadn't even been thinking about…about that. She…she might be pregnant! 'Like mother, like daughter,' she thought bitterly. How did this happen? She had been so happy and now…now she wanted to be five again, to have her mother kiss her boo-boos and make it all better. So, she did the only thing she could do. She cried.

           "Oh, Rory. Come here." Lorelai cradled her in her arms, stroking that soft blanket of hair.

           "Mom, I'm so stupid! I wasn't even thinking about that! I was just…he was there, and we were kissing, and…"

           "Shh, baby no. It'll be all right. We'll figure it out."

           "Mom! Yale!" Rory yelped, inching a bit back.

            "We'll figure it out." Lorelai sighed. She was going to be saying that a lot lately.

9 months later

            "MOM! I can't do this! I CAN'T! MOMMY!" Rory yelled in pain.

           "I know babe, but I'm pretty sure you have to push this thing out. Unless you want to wear maternity clothes your entire life. Then, by all means, keep it in there."

"Not. Help-AH!"

"Um, ok, that was my hand." Dean Forrester was by her side, they had gotten back together, first as friends, then as…something more.

"SHUT UP! IN PAIN, HERE!"

"Ok, Ms. Gilmore, just push a little more…almost there…"

"ARGHHH!!!"

Five screams, three hand crushings, and enough swearing to make a PG-13 movie later, it was over. But, in reality, it had just started.

Twins. Two beautiful, perfect twins. Rory held her babies in her arms, with just her mother by her side.

"Oh, Ror, they're beautiful."

"Perfect. Mommy, they're perfect."

"Yeah," Lorelai smiled at her daughter. Her, beautiful, precious daughter. A mother on her own right. "Got names?"

"Mmm, yeah. Oliver Holden and Fiona Catherine Forrester."

"Nice," Lorelai grinned in approval. Wait."Forrester? You…and Dean?"

"He proposed right before my first contraction," Rory recalled, smiling a bit to herself.

"How romantic," Lorelai smirked.

"Mom?"

"Yeah, sweets?"

"Is wrong for me to wish Jess was here? I mean, its not that I want him, I'm over it, I swear, but…I can't help but feel he should be seeing this…I mean, I know he left, but…maybe if I…"

"Oh, babe. Don't beat yourself up over this. There's nothing wrong with wanting him to see them. He hurt you, but you loved him. You aren't gonna forget that. And, seeing them, it's going to remind you of him. He should be here, to see this. But he's not, and its not your fault. "

"Thanks mom."

"Anytime. Now, I believe we have a wedding to plan…"

TBC