Alright guys here is the It Could Be Worse (rewrite) as promised and let me go ahead and warn ya…..it's gonna be good. Now reading this chapter it may not seem like it but this is a javajunkie story so don't freak out and not read it. Just…..trust me.

Prologue : When Wonder Woman Cries

Lorelai Victoria Gilmore opens the refrigerator door, as a flood of memories she's been trying to repress for the last few days hits her like an 18-wheeler slamming into a solid brick building…memories of the first time she let this happen… the first time she and Christopher took things too far…

"Mom…Dad we need to talk," said fifteen-year-old Lorelai at dinner one night. She'd been building up her nerve all day long. There was no 'waiting for the right moment'. There would never be a 'right' moment to tell the two proudest people on the planet that she killed their plan and all their dreams for her were long gone.

"Oh Richard this sounds serious," her mother Emily quipped sarcastically as she looked up from her salad plate to see the pensive look on her daughter's face.

"Indeed," Richard agreed dabbing his face with the cloth napkin.

Lorelai took in a deep breath in. She knew this would be hard but now that the moment was here it was more terrifying than she could imagine. This was it; there would be no going back now.

She opened her mouth to tell them her secret and as soon as the words tumbled out of her mouth all she wanted to do was drink them back up and pretend that nothing was happening.

"Mom…Dad…" she said cautiously bracing herself for impact, "I'm pregnant."

It was a full minute before she could even pick her head up to look at them and what she saw shocked her beyond belief. This was the first time she'd ever seen anything like it. They looked small.

"I'm so sorry" she cried sincerely. "Mom … mommy, please say something," said Lorelai as tears began to well up in Emily's eyes. She knew her daughter was hard to control but she never expected anything like this.

Richard found himself unable to look at Lorelai, his eyes fell to the table in shame of his only daughter.

No one would dare say anything.

So they just sat there.

The three of them in silence.

How could she let this happen? Why on earth would she let her guard down again, especially for him? They have taken this road before so why is she allowing history to repeat itself? These are the thoughts running through Lorelai's mind, as she stands with the fridge door wide open allowing the cold air to escape. She knows there is no food in her house, with exception of pop tarts, that isn't expired. So she closes the door and wanders into the living room.

She isn't keen on spending the night on the couch but it's ten times better than lying in the coldness of her bed. Besides she isn't going to get any sleep tonight night anyway. In fact it'll probably be awhile before she gets another good night sleep but what can she do? The man who got her into this mess went back to his girlfriend to raise their baby together. Normally the only heartache she'd feel would be the rejection but her heart isn't the only one involved anymore because what no one else knows it that seven weeks ago, on the night before Sookie and Jackson's wedding she once again gave herself to Christopher, believing that it would okay to give them a try, but she was wrong and he left and she moved on but now everything is changing. Now her hard lumpy couch is her comfort zone as she lies against the arm of the sofa and rubs her hands over her flat stomach and silent tears steam down her face, because the truth is that Lorelai is pregnant again, and Christopher Hayden is the father.