They're Always Perfect

Summary: AU. What if Lorelai didn't run away from home at age 17, but still met Luke at his diner, that fateful horoscope filled day?

Disclaimer: Don't own Gilmore Girls. Don't own the characters. Thanks for letting me manipulate their fictional lives.

Spoiler: Episode 3.13 "Dear Emily and Richard"

A/N: I'm not really into AU's, but this idea has been stewing in my head forever. Since I hadn't seen anyone else write this idea, I finally decided to put something down. The rest of the story is about 90% done. The prompt in my head is this: What could Emily say to Lorelai that would make her decide to accept Chris's teenage marriage proposal.

I'm new to the fanfictionnet world, so this is unbetaed. If anyone has suggestions on how to portray "thoughts", let me know. Opening scene is from the episode "Dear Emily and Richard".

Prologue

Oct 5th, 1984

"She's pretty."

"She's perfect."

"So, I guess we should get married."

Lorelai remained silent. I guess we should get married? What a lame proposal, she thought. What do we need to get married for?

"Think about it," Chris said, turning and walking down the hall.

Lorelai was left alone to stare at her baby girl. She saw herself singing lullabies to a distressed baby at night and chasing after the most adorable toddler in the backyard. Images flood her mind: images of a little girl growing up to be a sixteen year old like herself.

"Lorelai," a voice called from her side.

"Hi Mom."

"Where is she?"

Lorelai pointed, saying, "Pretty, huh?"

"Perfect. They're always perfect."

Stunned, Lorelai looked up to see Emily gazing at the perfect baby girl, the nostalgia in her eyes. In that moment she felt a bond, the closest bond she had ever had with her mother. As she looked back at her sleeping baby girl, she understood a mother's urge to want everything and the best for her baby.

"I'll marry Christopher."

Emily turned to look at Lorelai in surprise. "What?" she asks.

"We'll do what you and Dad want. Get married. Live in the house. Christopher working for dad. The works," she replied, eyes still on her baby girl.

"In spite of how bad it seems, it's better this way. You can't do this on your own."

"And it's best for Lorelai." A satisfied grin crossed Lorelai's face. Sensing the volume would turn up soon and disturb the babies, she turned to head back to her recovery room. "3...2...1..."

"Lorelai you are no longer only a teenager, you're a mother now! -" Emily yelled, following after her daughter.

"Bingo!" Lorelai cheered, continuing down the hall.

"- You cannot think of yourself first any more, you have a child to -"

"Oh mom, relax. She's Lorelai. I named her Lorelai." Lorelai looked toward her mother long enough to gesture back toward the nursery.

"You can't be serious, you named her after yourself?" Emily asked as they passed the nurses station.

With a shrug, Lorelai answered, "Well, I was lying there, whacked out on Demerol, and thinking, hey, men name their kids after themselves all the time. Why not women. I want a junior! So there she is, Lorelai Jr. Gilmore."

"Oh please, we cannot call her Lorelai, and she will not be called Junior. We'll give her a suitable second name to go by."

As they turned the corner, they're voices faded from the nursery. "Mom, her name is Lorelai. We'll call her 'The Baby' if you'd prefer, but as soon as the second one comes, we'll need a new nickname."

"Second one! Lorelai, stop your nonsense!"

TBC.

So? Thoughts? Should I continue? This is my first fanfic, feedback is welcome. Don't hold back!