A twenty year old Luke Danes was looking through the large glass window at Hartford Memorial Hospital. On the other side were newborn babies in little see-through cribs wrapped in pink or blue blankets. He was staring at one in the second row, with the name tag: Baby Girl Danes. She was fast asleep, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Him and his long-time girlfriend, Laura, weren't planning starting a family so soon. They've only been together for a couple of years, but when Laura told Luke that she was pregnant, he was ecstatic. Looking at his daughter made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. Laura was still in her hospital bed. After he spent more time looking at his baby girl, he walked back over to Laura's room. Laura was frantic, walking around the room in a hurry. "Laura, what's wrong?"

"I can't do this. I'm sorry."

"Do what?"

"Have you seen my clothes?"

Luke stood in front of her, making sure she couldn't get by. "Luke, what are you doing?"

"What can't you do?"

"This. I can't handle it."

"What does this mean?"

"I can't do this. I can't be a mother. I'm only nineteen. I should be living with my parents, or in a dorm room, not with my boyfriend and a kid."

"Hey, she's our kid."

"It doesn't matter. I don't want this life, Luke."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I will be moving in with my aunt in Seattle in a week. I have a job interview in a few days."

"What about me? What about our daughter? You are going to leave the both of us after she was just born not even 36 hours ago? She doesn't even have a name yet."

"I'm gonna sign the papers terminating my parental rights. And I already think you know what the second thing is."

"So, you break up with me on our daughter's birthday, abandon both of us, go back to Stars Hollow to pack up your life, and move away?"

The nurse walked in with the baby girl in her arms. "This little one wants some time with mommy and daddy." Laura walked past the nurse and out of the room. "Uh, I think she had to go to the bathroom or something." "Well, okay. Why don't you hold her?"

"I'm not good at stuff like that."

"Relax. Just use your arms to support the back of her head, and her lower body." The nurse handed the baby off to Luke, and he couldn't stop looking at her. All she did was coo and look up. "Do you have a name yet?

"What?" Luke looked up at the nurse.

"A name? Do you have one?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Her name is... Ally Marie Danes."

"That's quite lovely."

He looked down at his daughter. "Yes, she is."