Author's Note

Yes, another oneshot involving Lorelai and Emily's relationship. I have way too much time on my hands. Basically, a show of affection on Lorelai's fifteenth birthday. Sounds boring, probably is, read regardless! Of course, Gilmore Girls and its characters don't belong to me - they belong to the WB and the ab-fab Amy Sherman-Palladino. Thanks for seven years of brilliance. Read, review, and hopefully enjoy.

Happy Birthday, Lorelai

It was Lorelai's fifteenth birthday. She dreaded the overdone glamour of the event her birthdays never lacked. Emily Gilmore, her mother, never failed to spend, spend, spend.

She already wasn't looking forward to it, but the day was worse. That day, Lorelai found out news that would not exactly be welcomed by members of Hartford society.

Lorelai was expecting a baby. She knew who the father was – Christopher Hayden, her sort-of boyfriend. By age sixteen, she'd be a mother. Lorelai felt the need to vomit, and it wasn't just the morning sickness.

It was coming to the end of the night. Emily was barking orders at the people Lorelai called her mother's "slaves".

Soon enough, there was no trace of a party.

Lorelai was upstairs in her bedroom, eating leftover cake and watching MTV. As soon as she heard someone's footsteps, she quickly turned off the television, wanting to avoid any discussion about MTV's negative influence.

Emily took her graceful, dainty steps into Lorelai's large, overly decorated bedroom.

"Hello, Lorelai." "Hello, Mom." There wasn't exactly an abundance of love and compassion in the words spoken so far.

"Did you have a good day? I hope you did. I'm sorry the people over at the bakery completely messed up your cake."

"Mom, it's good. I like chocolate."

"But the pink flowers on it would've looked so much better with the vanilla, and…"

"Mom, seriously. Don't be calling them complaining or asking for a refund. I like chocolate. I LOVE chocolate. In fact, if I could, I'd marry chocolate and have its babies."

Babies. That word made Lorelai want to throw up again. She darted to the bathroom, without another word spoken. Her stomach was churning, and not in a way due to food.

"Lorelai!" Emily awkwardly hunched over her daughter and pulled the girl's stunning dark brown hair back. "Are you feeling okay?" "I'm fine."

Lorelai clumsily walked back into her finely decorated room, Emily following right behind her.

Emily was secretly jealous of everything about her daughter. She was young, beautiful, confident and had a personality everyone loved. Everything about her was perfect… except for the fact she clearly did not want to live in the sophisticated world her parents lived in. Why not?

That's all Emily really wanted. A happy family who chatted away at dinner. Lorelai was constantly pushing her parents away, making it clear she wanted nothing to do with the way they lived.

Richard and Emily were distanced from their daughter at such a young age, and it killed them.

She collapsed onto her bed in exhaustion. "I think I'm going to go to bed."



"You did have a good day, right?" "Yep." Lorelai and Emily sat on the bed in silence.

Lorelai was about to say something but instantly shut her mouth. At that exact moment, Emily did the same.

The older Gilmore woman stood up. "Goodnight, Lorelai." "Goodnight, Mom."

Emily wasn't done yet.

"I don't know if I tell you this enough, Lorelai, but…" Emily sighed. "I love you and I'm proud of you."

Lorelai's eyes lit up. Emily was showing signs of actual compassion. Lorelai appreciated this sudden showing of affection, but behind that appreciation was fear and a little annoyance. Why did she have to come out with the love now? Lorelai was pregnant.

Lorelai was a disappointment now.

She would never feel good enough. That's why she had to leave as soon as she could.