A/N: Yep, I'm back with another chapter. Let me know what you think, and if you have any ideas for what could happen next.

5 Weeks Later

I wake up to a clenching, cramping feeling in my stomach, and I slowly sit up. I feel dizzy and sick, and I don't really want to move.

A few minutes later, I hear footsteps on the stairs and movement in the kitchen. I assume my mom is making her morning coffee. A few seconds later, my stomach revolts and I find myself sprinting to the bathroom. I make it just in time to empty last night's dinner into the toilet.

I feel my mom come up behind me and hold my hair up. "You okay, kid? Do you need to stay home today?" She asks me, concern lacing her words.

I wipe my mouth on a piece of toilet paper and shake my head. "No, I have some important assignments to hand in today. And what about my perfect attendance?" I find myself working into a panic. "If I ruin my perfect attendance, I can kiss Harvard goodbye!" By this point, I'm in tears.

My mom rubs my back reassuringly. "Geez, stomach bug and period at the same time. That's rough." She stands up and helps me to my feet. "Don't worry, I'll take your assignments to the school. You get back in bed and I'll bring you some crackers or something."

I slowly make my way to my room to lie down, thinking about what my mom had said. I'm not on my period.

Suddenly it hits me, and I grab the small planner that I keep on my bedside table. I flip to today's date, December 7th, and see that my period should have started 3 days ago. And of course my mom would know that, she's on the same cycle. Dread settles into my stomach on top of the nausea, and it's all I can do to keep myself from heaving.

My mom enters the room with a cup of coffee and a sleeve of saltine crackers, and I do my best to thank her but as soon as the coffee smell hits my nose, I'm sprinting for the bathroom again with my mom following close behind.

When I'm done throwing up, I look over my shoulder at my mom, who has a look of realization in her eyes. She's looking behind me, and I follow her gaze to the unopened package of tampons on the shelf behind the toilet. "Rory…"

I hang my head as the tears begin to flow. "Mom… I'm scared."

And that's all it takes for my mom to join me on the bathroom floor and pull me into her arms. I can feel her shaking as she gently strokes my back, and I sob openly into her neck.

We stay there until the phone starts ringing in the kitchen. My mom stands up, wordlessly pulling me with her, and she drags me by the hand to answer the phone. "Hello?" She mumbles into the phone.

As she talks to whoever called, I find myself lost in thought. Maybe I'm not pregnant. I'm late because I'm stressed, and I'm sick because we ate at Al's last night. I continue to convince myself of this, and I almost believe it.

"Thank you, headmaster. I'll get those assignments to her teachers, and she will be back in class when she's feeling better," I hear my mom say, and the phone falls to the floor.

I look up to see my mom staring at me intently. "Here's what we are going to do. I'm going to take your assignments to your teachers, then I'm going to swing by the inn and let Sookie know I won't be in for a couple of days. Then I'm going to go to the drugstore in the next town over to get a test. You'll take it, and we'll go from there. Okay?"

I nod to show I understand, then make my way to the couch to find something entertaining to watch while my mom runs her errands. It's hard to keep my eyes open, so I let them close while I listen to the Oompa Loompa opening song.

"Rory, time to wake up hon. Got your test and I need you to take it, then you can go back to sleep," my mom tells me, gently shaking me awake.

I stand up shakily and take the brown paper bag from my mom, and she gives me a nervous smile as she gently pushes me to the bathroom.

I open the test once the door is shut behind me and read the directions. Pee on the stick, wait three minutes. Seems too simple for something so life changing.

I do as the test says, and set it on the counter to wait for my results. I call for my mom to set the kitchen timer before exiting the bathroom and pacing the hallway.

When the timer rings, my mom and I look at each other and she motions to the test on the counter. I shakily make my way forward and pick up the test, counting to three in my head before glancing down to see two bright pink lines.

I fall to my knees and burst into tears at my mom's feet. "I'm so sorry!"

I feel my mom's hand brush my cheek, and I look into her understanding eyes. "I know, hon. I know." I could see the pain on her face, watching her daughter go through the same thing she had to endure 16 years ago. She attempts to make a joke. "Well, at least I'm not gonna be a crazy old grandma."

I suddenly remember my grandma's words from the night of the dance. She'll get pregnant and you'll lose her. They echo in my head. "Mom. You know what grandma said isn't true, right? You won't lose me."

"I know, baby. I know." She sighs. "We have to tell your grandma about this though."

I feel myself getting nauseous again. "I know. And I have to tell Dean."

"I'm going to call and make you a doctor's appointment, and we will see how far along you are. But my guess is about 7 weeks."

I look at her, confused for a minute before I remember middle school health class. Pregnancy is counted from the day of the last period. "Okay."

Mom picks up the phone and the phone book and dials the number for the nearest OBGYN. I listen intently to her side of the conversation. "Hi, I need to make an appointment for a pregnancy test and ultrasound. No, not for me. For my daughter. Lorelai Gilmore, October 8, 1984. Really? Okay, we will see you at 3. Thank you. Bye." She hung up the phone and looked at me. "They had a last minute cancellation, so they can squeeze you in at 3 today."

I glance at the clock and see that it's almost 1. "I'm going to shower, then can we go to Luke's for lunch? I'm starving."

"Okay, hurry. We need to leave Luke's by 2:20, which doesn't leave us long to eat."

Heeding her words, I rush into the shower and quickly wash myself off. To save time, I grab my toothbrush and brush my teeth while rinsing my hair. When I'm finished, I wrap myself in a towel and head to my room to get dressed. I pull on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, as the November air is cold. I shove my feet into the closest pair of shoes I can find and meet my mom in the living room.

We head out in the jeep and pull up in front of Luke's at 1:30. We hurry inside and sit at our usual table. Luke comes up to us and seems surprised to see me.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" he asks me.

My mom comes to the rescue when my words fail me. "She has a doctor's appointment this afternoon, so we played hooky today to catch up on our shows."

Luke looks confused, but goes along with it anyway. "What can I get you?"

My mom orders a burger and fries, and I find myself asking for a salad topped with lots of shredded cheese and a side of chili cheese fries. My mom looks at me and smirks, and Luke looks concerned but goes to the kitchen and gets our orders started. "Salad, huh?" She looks at my stomach and whispers, "You can't be a Gilmore if you like salad, silly baby." I look around to make sure no one is paying attention before glaring at my mom.

"Just announce it to the whole town there, why don't ya?" I hiss at her. She apologizes and we sit in silence until Luke comes back with our food.

"Coffee?" he asks as he sets down our plates. I shake my head, remembering this morning. Mom also declines. "The Gilmore girls don't want coffee? Okay..."

I dig into my salad enthusiastically while Luke watches with an almost scared look on his face. I shoot a glare his way and he hurries back to the kitchen. "Tone it down there, hon. Nobody knows what's going on, okay? So don't kill anyone for wondering why you don't want coffee and why you suddenly eat salad." My mom tells me quietly. I just nod and continue eating happily.

We finish our lunch and pay for it before heading back to the jeep and driving to Hartford. The drive is mostly silent except for the radio.

We arrive at the doctor's office at 2:40, and we make our way into the building. My mom checks me in while I grab a seat in the waiting area. She comes over to me with a clipboard and starts filling out a couple of sheets of paperwork. "What day did you start your last period?" she asked me.

"October 19th," I tell her quietly, feeling the stares of the other women in the waiting room. Mom finishes the paperwork and returns it to the receptionist before coming back to sit next to me.

"Lorelai Gilmore?" a nurse calls a while later. My mom and I get up and follow her to the back. "Which one of you is this appointment for?" I half raise my hand, and the nurse smiles kindly at me. "Okay, dear. Step on the scale here for me." I do and she records my weight. 115 pounds.

Wordlessly the nurse leads us to an exam room and takes my blood pressure. "Blood pressure is good, now if you could take this cup and give me a urine sample. The restroom is right through that door, and when your done just leave the cup on the small shelf next to the sink."

I take the small plastic cup and head into the bathroom to do as the nurse says, and when I finish I wash my hands and return to the exam room. The nurse goes to collect the cup, and dips a small paper strip into it, which immediately turns pink.

"Yep, you're pregnant. I'll send the doctor right in," the nurse tells me with a smile before exiting the room.

My mom and I are never awkward with each other, but the silence in the small exam room is tense and uncomfortable for the few minutes before the doctor enters the room.

"Good afternoon, Lorelai," the woman smiles at me. "I'm Dr. Malley, and I'll be taking care of you through your pregnancy. Should we get an ultrasound and look at that baby?" This woman is far too enthusiastic about me being a teen mom. But I guess that's her job. So I just nod my head and follow her directions to lie down and pull my shirt up.

Dr. Malley powers up the ultrasound machine and squirts the warm gel on my tummy before picking up the wand. "Well, based on your last period and the size of the fetus, I'd say your just over 7 weeks along." She continues to move the wand around for a minute and pauses. "Do you want to hear the heartbeat? It's a little early for that, but it's there." I nod slowly, and suddenly the most beautiful sound fills my ears. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Tears fill my eyes and flow down my cheeks as I listen to my baby's steady heartbeat.

Dr. Malley finishes getting whatever she needs from the screen while I lay silent and think about my growing baby. I'm going to be a mom.

"Lorelai? Do you want a picture of your baby?" Dr. Malley asks me kindly.

"Yes please. And you can call me Rory." My voice sounds distant and shaky. I feel my mom's hand in mine, and she squeezes gently.

The doctor hands me a printed picture of my tiny baby, which looks like a blob. I smile without even thinking about it.

"Well, congratulations Rory. I'd say you're due on July 26th, 2001. I'd like to see you back in about 4 weeks. You can clean up and make your next appointment at the front desk." Dr. Malley leaves me to wipe the gel off my tummy, and I follow my mom back to the receptionist desk where she makes my next appointment.

We head silently to the car, and as I climb into my seat I think of how I am possibly going to tell Dean.

A/N: Taking votes for boy/girl, and need ideas for how Rory should tell Dean and her grandma. Any and all feedback is welcome, even if you think this story sucks. Just try to be productive about it please?