A/N: Sorry these have been so short, but I promise the next chapter will be longer. Just a warning, this isn't a particularly happy chapter...
Disclaimer: (I forgot one in the prolouge) I do not own the show or these characters, just some of the plot ideas and the writing of this fanfiction.
On with the story...
"Which one, which one...?" Lorelai mumbled as she ran her finger over the boxes on the shelves, "These are half-priced, but maybe that means they're half affective? Maybe one brand is faultier than another!" She argued with herself, "This is ridiculous..." So, she grabbed two boxes, each of a different brand, and stomped off to check out.
When she got home, Lorelai immediately ran into her bathroom. But, when she took the boxes out of the plastic bag and set them both on the counter, she just stared at them. Those boxes...rather, the tests in those boxes, would determine a very important factor that could change Lorelai's life. She was anxious to be told that she was worrying for nothing, and terrified with the possible result of Christopher returning (and leaving) about a month ago. She picked up one of the boxes and read the directions, making sure nothing much had changed in the past sixteen years. Blue good, pink bad. Easy enough.
With that, she took the first test and waited five minutes like the directions instructed. Those five minutes seemed like the longest part of her day so far, as they ticked by ever so slowly.
Blue she wished for in her head as if it would effect the results. She glanced down at the stick. Pink. No. She frantically opened the other box and took the other test. She prayed that maybe the first test was wrong. These five minutes waiting for the next results were even longer than the previous. This was her last hope. Lorelai took an incredibly deep breath and looked at the test. It was pink.
"No...no! Not again," She whispered to herself, almost afraid to sat it any louder. Then it hit her, it really hit her, reality. Lorelai was pregnant. There, in the bathroom, she broke down. She laughed hopelessly, almost hysterically, as she threw the stick at the floor; life couldn't get any more painfully ironic. That's what the whole situation was: ironic. Ironic that sixteen years later, the same guy that had impregnated her when she was sixteen, had done it again. It was on that same stupid balcony too. Lorelai felt sixteen years old again, pregnant, terrified and like she could puke at any moment. She didn't know how long it was that she sat sobbing in the bathroom, but after a while she tried composing herself and curling up on the couch.
Her mind kept wandering to how this could have happened. Well, she knew how it happened but still couldn't wrap her mind around it. Christopher had done it again. Lorelai knew this could not have happened without herself also, but it was easier at the moment to blame Chris for the cause of all this. She was pregnant. That was the effect; Christopher and that stupid balcony were the cause and this was the effect. Shiny wet tears started rolling down her cheeks once again, but Lorelai stayed silent and thought about things, thought about what to do next. Just then Lorelai heard the front door open and Rory's voice call out, "Mom, I'm home! I stopped by Luke's without you, sorry, but I really needed some coffee, Paris-," She stopped when she saw her mother's tear stained face. Rory dropped her yellow book bag and her jacket to the floor and instantly joined her mother on the couch.
"Mom? Mom, what's wrong?" Rory asked worriedly as she wiped a few tears off Lorelai's cheeks.
Lorelai held Rory close and kissed her cheek. She shut her eyes tight and said quietly, "I screwed up, kid."
A/N: The second chapter is going to take longer to post, but I'm done with most of it. Name suggestions, anyone? Reviews are appriciated.