Title: The Way To Atlantis
Chapter: Four
Chapter Title: Mail Order Baby

Rating: R
Coupling: Paris/Jess, Lane/Dave, and half Rory/Tristan.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls, it belongs to Amy Sherman-Palladino, The WB, and Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions. I also do not own The Carpenter's "Please Mr. Postman"

Author's Note: To Chris, who finally gave me my chapter!

*

Oh yes, wait a minute Mr. Postman/Wait Mr. Postman/
Please Mr. Postman look and see/Oh yeah/
If there's a letter in your bag for me./Please, Please Mr. Postman

Paris sighed, setting Devon in his high chair and making sure it was secured. She looked at Augusta whom was perched on the bench at the table. "What would you like for breakfast, Aggie? I was thinking about making eggs."

Paris turned, missing the look Aggie made behind her back, "Waffles." She may have been young, but she lived long enough to know that her mother's cooking could quite possibly kill her. Waffles were a safer choice since her father had made sure there were plenty in the freezer before he left, and telling his daughter. "Frozen," Aggie added.

Paris sighed, "You're right, we don't have time for eggs. But we don't have frozen waffles so..."

Aggie cut her off, "Yes. Daddy said so."

"He did?" Paris questioned pulling open the freezer. A box of frozen waffles fell and Aggie giggled at the look on her mother's face. "Well, I guess he did. So, frozen waffles it is!" Paris picked up the box and took it to the toaster. "After breakfast we'll get you two cleaned up and dressed and take you to day care."

*

Tristan woke to the sound of someone throwing up. With a sigh he kicked off the covers and padded across the carpet to the doorway to their bathroom. He eased the door open and glanced at Rory who was kneeling at the toilet. He poured her a glass of tap water and sat on the edge of the tub until she was done. She accepted the glass thankfully and started rinsing out her mouth.

"You okay?" Tristan asked.

"I will be," Rory replied, standing up and gripping the sink. She reached for her toothbrush. "Did I mention I hate morning sickness?"

"Many times."

"Good," Rory squeezed toothpaste onto the brush and stuck it in her mouth, "I'dt hathe vor you to not know dat I ate it."

"Excuse me?"

She pulled the toothbrush out of her mouth, "I said, I'd hate for you to not know that I hate it." She plunged the toothbrush back into her mouth.

"Oh, Well it is a part of the pregnancy."

"I ate dat do."

"What?"

She rolled her eyes and removed the toothbrush from her mouth again, "I said, I hate that too."

"No you don't."

She rinsed her mouth out with water again and looked at him, "You're right. I don't." She smiled.

*

Luke looked up when the bell in the diner door jingled. He saw it was Lorelai and looked around her. "Hey, where's Chris?"

"Huh?" She asked. Before he could reiterate the question she responded. "Oh, he had to go back to Boston for work. Can I get some coffee please?"

"Oh." He put a cup in front of her and filled it to the brim with coffee.

"He's coming back next weekend though, with Gigi," she said the name almost sarcastically. "She's spending some of her summer with Rory." She sipped her coffee.

"Poor kid."

"I know, it's a pity her mother saddled her with that nickname."

"I meant that she had to spend time with you."

Lorelai pulled a face, "Hardy har har."

Before Luke could respond Kirk came into the diner and sat at a stool near Lorelai. Luke moved over to him, "What can I get you Kirk?"

The man thought a second, "I'll take a glass of lemonade and a BLT."

"Coming right up," Luke said taking the order to Caesar.

"Hi Kirk," Lorelai said, being friendly.

"Hello Lorelai. Have you heard from Rory lately?"

"Yes, actually, she called me while I was on my way here for lunch."

"How is she doing?"

"Well she says the morning sickness is horrible but other than that she's fine."

Kirk nodded sagely, "I don't like throwing up either."

Lorelai leaned towards him as if to confide a secret in him, "I don't either."

Just then Miss. Patty and Taylor burst in side by side. "Lorelai," they called in unison.

"Yes, Patty, Taylor?"

"Well, I received Rory's letter today," Taylor started.

"Uh huh."

"As did I," Miss Patty inserted.

"Hey, I didn't get a letter!" Kirk exclaimed. The other three looked at him, "Why?"

"Have you checked your mail today Kirk?" Lorelai asked.

"Oh," he quieted, "Um, no. Not yet. I don't like the new mail carrier, he doesn't do it right, so I wait to check mine until night."

"Okay," Lorelai said turning back to Taylor and Miss Patty, "So, what about it?"

"Well I had an idea," Taylor started.

"That I inspired," Miss Patty interrupted.

"That Patty inspired, to put it up on the bulletin board so everyone could read it! Incase theirs got lost, or something."

"I see," Lorelai said.

"We wanted to get your permission first, sweetie," Miss Patty said.

Lorelai looked at Luke, whom had come from the kitchen halfway through the conversation. He raised an eyebrow and she turned back to them. "I think you should ask Rory about it."

"Of course," Taylor said, "But we want your okay first."

"Well," Lorelai said slowly, "I guess if it's okay with her then it's okay with me."

*

Chris glided the knife over the carrot. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Sherry. "Did you see the mail yet today?"

Sherry set her jaw and scrubbed the potato harder, "Yes, I did."

"So you saw Rory's letter?"

"Yes, I did. It was well put together, very organized."

"It was wasn't it? I particularly enjoyed the picture of the sonogram."

"A nice touch."

Chris added his cut up carrots to a salad bowl already filled with lettuce and onion. "I also enjoyed the update on Rory's friend Paris."

"Yes that will be very convenient for their old classmates."

Just then the door shut and a young voice called out, "I'm home."

"In here Gigi," Sherry called.

"I don't like to be called that," Georgia mumbled as she entered the kitchen.

"What was that dear?" Sherry asked.

"Nothing, Mother," Georgia said innocently. Chris smirked.

"How many times have I told you to speak up when you talk, and not mumble? No one will take you seriously if you don't stop that. They'll never be able to hear all the intelligent things you say."

Georgia resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She turned to her father, "When do we leave for Hartford?"

"Friday night after I got out of work, " he replied.

"Okay," she answered, "I'm going to go to my room."

"Dinner will be ready in an hour," Sherry called to her.

*

Rory sighed when the phone rang. She was working hard on an article, and the interruption was both a relief and unwanted. She picked up the receiver and held it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Hey Rory," Jess' voice came through the speaker.

"Hey Jess, how's California?"

"It's good," Jess said, "very warm."

"That's what I hear. So what's up?"

"I was just calling to see how things are there."

"Oh, they're good. Except for the morning sickness, which refuses to stay in the morning."

"That sucks."

"Yes it does."

"Oh, did Paris tell you about the baby?"

"Uh, which one?"

"Devon of course."

"Of course," he responded sarcastically. "No she hasn't told me."

"Weird, she said she'd tell you as soon as you called."

"Oh, well um, I haven't called."

"You called me before you called her?"

"Yeah."

"Jess!"

"What?"

"That is rotten of you! How can you call me before Paris? She's your wife, she's having your child, again." Rory was exasperated. She was really getting sick of Jess' crap. "Jess you need to call her."

"Fine, I will, but not now. I've got to go find some dinner. Talk to you later."

"Yeah, bye."

To be continued....