A/N: Jess is still working for Truncheon in that he's a partial owner and he still works with some of the clients (he's also trying to get clients in Hartford), so he has to go to Philly occasionally for meetings and such, but the guys there have been having some issues with various things so he's been going down a lot for the past few weeks. They've been in their new apartment for a few weeks, which is why they still have boxes. Um...I think that's pretty much all I need to explain. I'm thinking of doing a sort of flashback to when Jess and Rory told Rory's grandparents they were getting married in a few chapters, what do you think about that? I kind of want to write the Elder Gilmores into this, because I think they'll be some fun.

I'm also going to shamelessly plug my other fic, Masochist, which is a Jess angst fic, becase it has but one review, which makes it sad. Please read it and review, I'll love you ever so much! I felt a little bad about the shameless fluff that is this story, so I wrote a completely angsty one, and I'd like to know what you all think. I'm also working on a crossover with Jess and one of my favorite crazies from another fandom, because I'm sick and twisted. I'll let you know about that when it comes.

Okay, freakishly long author's note over now.

Disclaimer: I own everything. Just kidding.

Jess was exhausted. If he had to drive to Philadelphia one more time this week, he thought he might shoot someone. He really hoped Rory was in a calm and peaceful mood tonight and had already ordered dinner because he was starving and tired and there was no way he was going to be able to keep up with Bouncy Rory. Opening the door to their apartment, he noticed that there were significantly less boxes than when he'd left that morning. Rory must have done quite a bit of unpacking. The next thing he noticed was the couch. Oh that lovely, old, ratty, squishy, comfortable couch. He promptly collapsed on it and closed his eyes. Even without his eyes open, he knew when Rory came out of the bedroom. He felt a plop as she sat down next to him, and when he opened his eyes, he wasn't surprised to see Bouncy Rory smiling brightly at him. When she kissed him in greeting, her lips even felt excited.

"Hey, hon," he said sleepily.

"Hi," she replied, practically bouncing up and down. "How was your day?"

"Exhausting," Jess replied. "The guys up at Truncheon are complete idiots, they have no idea how to run the place without me."

"You love them both, and you know it."

"Yeah, well, not if I have to keep driving up there to do a job I told them I couldn't keep doing after I'd moved. I can't keep doing this, Rory."

"It'll be better soon," Rory reassured him, stroking his hair.

"I hope so." He reached for her to kiss her. She complied readily. Her lips were still over excited. "How was your day?"

"Fine," Rory said. Jess knew she had something she wanted to tell him, but she was beating around the bush a little. Jess wasn't in the mood to prompt, so he let her. "I went to work this morning, and I did some good writing, my story's gonna be great by the way, but I took the afternoon off so I could go to the doctor."

That caught his attention. "You went to the doctor?" he asked, sitting up a little, concerned. "Are you sick? Did I know about this?"

"No, no, I'm fine," Rory said, guiding him back down to his lounging position. "I just wanted to get something checked out. You didn't know. I'm fine, everything's fine."

"Good. So what did the doctor say?"

Rory smiled. Beamed, actually. Jess was far too tired to know why on earth she was grinning at him while talking about the doctor.

"Rory?"

"Yes, daddy?"

Jess froze. She didn't just say what he thought she said, did she? "Rory?"

"Daddy?"

"What?" Jess was standing now. He wasn't quite sure how that happened. Rory stood up too.

"We're gonna have a baby!" she came right out with it.

"Really?"

Rory nodded, grinning hugely. Suddenly she looked concerned. "Are you happy?"

Jess stared at her. A baby. Could he handle a baby? A baby. A baby? Him? He was a former smoker, a former alcoholic, a former hoodlum. He used to skip class and steal cigarettes from Doose's. Could he raise a baby without completely messing it up? A baby. That sounded kind of nice. My baby. My baby. Jess smiled a little, still stunned. Rory was still looking at him.

"Of course I'm happy!"

He scooped her up and swung her around. Then he kissed her. Rory laughed. They were having a baby!

Teaser: "Do you know where Lorelai is?" Jess yelled as he ran through the door, almost bowling over a couple that was leaving. It was more of an accusation than a question.

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