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Lorelai woke up at an ungodly hour the next morning and jumped in the shower before she woke Charlie up and got her dressed for the day. Picking out an outfit for her took some effort this morning as she decided to choose something that she knew would provide Luke with easy access. She eventually settled on a dress and a pair of leggings, since leggings were always easier to deal with than tights. Leaving Charlie with Rory for a moment, she quickly lugged the playpen out to the car.

"We're going!" Lorelai called to Rory as she and Charlie headed out to the car.

"Bye!" Rory called back as she finished getting dressed. Not long after Rory finished eating a Pop Tart, there was a knock on the door and Rory opened it only to be greeted by her grandmother.

"Where is your mother?" Emily demanded when she arrived to pick up the pair and only Rory was in the house.

"Dropping Charlie off at the sitters," she said. Rory, being the smart kid that she was, figured it would be best if her grandparents didn't know that the sitter was Luke.

"Alright, where's your bag?" she asked calmly.

"My bag?" Rory asked. "We're not staying over night."

"I told your mother to tell you to pack," Emily said as she marched into the house. Rory furrowed her brow as she tried to figure out what was going on.

"She did," Rory quickly replied. "Here is mom's bag," she said, handing Rory the duffle bag that was sitting by the door. "I will be right back." Rory quickly returned to her room and found the list her mother had left her. She quickly threw together the things that were on the list before she returned with the bag. "And here's mine," she said with a smile. Emily eyed her for a moment before she led Rory out to the car to wait for Lorelai to return.


Lorelai watched as Luke lugged the playpen up the stairs to his apartment.

"How the hell does this thing work?" he asked as he dropped it on the ground.

"It just unfolds," she assured him as she dropped Charlie's bag on the kitchen table. She turned and sent Luke's back a look as she listened to him curse under his breath as he tried to set it up. "Here," she said, holding Charlie out to him. He reluctantly stood up and took the toddler from her before she bent down and had the playpen set up in a few seconds.

"Huh," was all he could say as Lorelai stood back up.

"Ready?" she asked him, a smile on her face as she headed to the kitchen table and started to dig through Charlie's bag.

"Ready for what?" he asked as he walked over to her. She pulled a diaper out of the bag and waved it at him. She couldn't help the smile the fell on her face when she saw the look that fell over his. "Ah jeez," was all he could say. "You gotta slow down," he said as he watched her whiz through the diapering procedure.

"Jeez, I thought you were quick," she said as she rolled her eyes a little before she rolled Charlie back over and diapered her again. "Got it this time?" she asked as she stood Charlie up and pulled her legging back up.

"I think so," he said, his hands still shoved in the pockets of his jeans.

"Just remember," she told him as she stood up. "Chick magnet," she pointed to Charlie before she washed her hands. Luke frowned as he looked from Lorelai to Charlie, who was already slowly exploring the apartment. "Call if you need any advice. She normally goes down about 1 for about an hour and a half, some times longer. Don't let her sleep for more than 2 hours. Should I write this down?" she asked as she pulled her coat back on and grabbed her purse.

"I got it," he assured her as he dashed over to Charlie and picked her up before she could get her hands on anything.

"Ah, see? You got it under control already," Lorelai said happily. "Okay, see you two later tonight, be good," she said, dropping a kiss on Charlie's head before she slipped out the door. Luke swallowed hard as the door closed behind Lorelai as he realised that he was now alone with a 17 month old.

"So. . . What now?" he asked her. Charlie looked at Luke for a moment before she pointed towards the bag. He carried her over and stood her on the table, watching as she dug threw the bag, pulling out various books and small toys that Lorelai had shoved into the bag. Charlie quickly grabbed a book in each hand and held them out towards Luke. He glanced at the clock and sighed. "We have time for one, then we have to work," he told her.

"Otay," she said as he picked her up from the table and they headed to a chair.


As always, Charlie was happy to sit in her high chair and watch the chaos that was the diner during a rush. Fortunately, or unfortunately for Luke, Patty and Babette had caught wind of the fact that Charlie was spending the day with Luke and they had made it their mission to help him out any way they could. After making themselves comfortable, the pair decided that the best way to help Luke was to hang onto Charlie for him.

"No!" Charlie finally yelled out. This caused the few after lunch patrons who were lingering in the diner to pause and turn and look in her direction. "No!" she told Patty again, pushing away from her. "Down!" she demanded.

"Bossy little girl," Patty commented as she put her on the ground.

"Well, she is a Gilmore," Babette added as Charlie heaved an angry sigh and set off to find Luke.

"Up," she told him as she came to a stop in front of him and held her arms up. Luke sighed and picked her up, wondering what he was going to do now with a clingy toddler. He relaxed a little and remembered to check the time when she heaved a sigh and settled against his shoulder.

"Caesar! I'll be back in a few hours," he called out. He stayed in the diner long enough for Caesar to call back to him before he headed upstairs. "This part I remember," he said before he dug a blanket out of Charlie's bag and gave it to her before putting her in the playpen. He took a few steps back, watched as she settled herself and got comfortable, thumb in her mouth, before he headed to the large arm chair in the living room. He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, keeping the volume low as he flipped through the channels, reminding himself why he was glad he was busy during the day.


Sure enough, Lorelai did regret agreeing to go to Yale with Rory, especially when she found herself taking a cab back to Stars Hollow from New Haven with Rory. She turned her head from the window she was staring out to look over at Rory who was also staring out the window. She sighed a little and Lorelai bit her tongue before she turned her attention back to the window. This was the first time Rory had really been tricked by the Gilmore's and while she had gone into this outing with her eyes open, neither of them had expected this.

"Why did he do that?" she finally asked, breaking the silence. "I would have done it just because he asked," she said as she turned in her seat to look at Lorelai.

"Because it's the Gilmore way," Lorelai replied and Rory just looked at her. "Because he tends to look at you and see me. He could have promised me money and I wouldn't have taken an interview at Yale and he had visions of you doing the same. So, he set everything up so that you wouldn't, couldn't say no to him. I think he meant well on some level."

"Remind me of this the next time I go along with one of their plans," Rory muttered as she turned back to the window.

"Rory?" She turned to look at her mother. "Don't stay mad for too long," Lorelai said, giving Rory's hand a squeeze as Stars Hollow came into view.


Lorelai and Rory had trudged into Luke's as soon as they had gotten home. The pair had fallen into chairs and ordered burgers with extra cheese, extra fries and coffees, in addition to the taco's they had brought back from New Haven. Jess came down into the diner not long after Rory and Lorelai had sat down and after another awkward greeting, Jess headed out to pick up a part for his car and Rory headed off to do homework.

"Sit down Luke," Lorelai said after Luke started to freak out once he had figured out the kid code. "They're gonna stand around somewhere and kiss for a while before Rory heads home to study." Luke looked between Lorelai and the door for a moment before he finally sat down in the chair Rory had just vacated.

"So, how was the tour?" Luke asked as he pushed Rory's discarded tacos out of the way while Lorelai started to eat hers.

"The tour was fine, it was fun actually, right until we walked into the main administration building and my father announced that he had arranged an interview for Rory. Without telling us," Lorelai said as she stopped eating to wrap Rory's tacos back up. Luke frowned when he realised that he could hear the exhaustion in her voice.

"Charlie was fine," he said, changing the subject without prompting. "She's watching that video you sent upstairs," he said.

"Yeah?" she asked, glad that he hadn't pressed her for more information.

"Yeah," he said. "It, uh, it wasn't bad. She wandered around when things were quiet, Patty kidnapped her for a while and when it got busy, she was happy to sit and watch the mayhem. She napped when you said she would and woke up when you said she would. . ."

"I knew she was saving up all that good behaviour for something special," she replied with a small smile as she finished her taco.

"You can head up, if you want," he said. "I'll call you when the burger's are ready."

"Thanks Luke," she said as she shoved the tacos back in the take out bag before she headed upstairs. Luke sighed as he watched her go before he got up to start on her burgers.


Lorelai sat in bed that night, covers pulled up to her waist with Charlie dozing beside her. She sat like that for a long moment simply listening to her baby snuffle as she drifted off to sleep, a bottle firmly in her hand, before she reached over to her bed side table to grab the Yale brochure. She held it in her lap for a moment before she finally opened it and began to read. Charlie stirred slightly at the movement, so Lorelai pulled her onto her lap and kept reading while Charlie drifted off.

As Lorelai was reading about Yale, Rory finally turned off her light and crawled into bed. She lay in the dark for a moment before she reached over and turned on the light that was on her bed side table. She quickly reached into the drawer and pulled out a Yale brochure of her own. Making herself comfortable against her pillows, she began to read as well.


After the fiasco at Yale, Lorelai and Rory began to avoid the elder Gilmore's, as much as they could. They really didn't have much to say to them that hadn't already been said and they also didn't really care to hear what Richard had to say to defend himself. In fact, Lorelai had bowed out of the last few Friday night dinners, claiming she was sick and saying that Rory needed to stay home too, to help her with Charlie.

However, as Thanksgiving approached, Emily put her foot down and showed up at the Independence Inn to inform Lorelai that she and her girls would be at their house for Thanksgiving dinner no matter what.

"She cold cocked you, huh?" Rory asked as they headed towards Luke's.

"She bit me, incapacitated me with her poison and devoured me whole," Lorelai lamented. She waived to Heather and Charlie who were approaching the diner as well.

"But how are we going to go to four Thanksgiving dinners?" Rory asked.

"It's not four, is it?" Lorelai asked, making a face as she looked at Rory.

"Lane's house, Sookie's and we always stop at Luke's . . . that's three, and Grandma and Grandpa is four," Rory said as she ticked them off on her fingers.

"We're mad, Edie," Lorelai moaned.

"We're us Edie," Rory replied. They discussed this a little more before they met up with Heather and Charlie. Charlie eagerly flung herself into Lorelai's arms as she and Heather worked out the Thanksgiving schedule before they said their good byes and stepped into Luke's.

"I saw you coming so I ordered your Wednesday usual . . French dip, extra fries, the every Wednesday cherry pie," Luke said as he brought the food over to the table.

"Such service," Rory commented as she sat down.

"And, for her, mashed potatoes, carrots, peas and turkey."

"She won't eat it," Lorelai said when she saw the plate.

"You're kidding, right?"

"It's touching," Lorelai said as she tied a bib on Charlie. "She's decided she won't eat food if it's touching." Luke looked at her and blinked for a moment before he set the plate in front of Charlie. The 17 month old looked at it for a moment before she pushed it to the edge of the tray and looked up at Luke. "Told ya," Lorelai said as she sat down and offered Charlie a French fry.

"Do I have to serve it in a cafeteria tray?" he asked as he picked the plate back up.

"Do you have one?" she asked. "Because that would be really helpful."

"Trouble, all of you," he said as he headed to the kitchen.

"So, now, practical question. . . How are we going to eat four Thanksgiving dinners?" Rory asked.

"How? Rory, what are we if not champion eaters?"

"It's too much food," Rory said, not really believing that her mother was even suggesting they eat four meals.

"What's too much food?" Luke asked as he returned with a plate full of bowls, each containing a single food item.

"It's not too much food," Lorelai said, ignoring Luke for the moment. "This is what we've been training for our whole lives. This is our destiny. This is our finest hour."

"Or final hour," Rory muttered. "4 Thanksgiving dinners," she told Luke. Luke hesitated in serving Charlie, the bowl of mashed potatoes hovering half way over the tray of her highchair.

"You're kidding, right?"

"The Kims, Sookie's, yours," she said, pointing at Luke. "And my parents. It's going to be a busy day," Lorelai concluded. "We need to get inspired, we are not Michelle Kwan-ing this."

"Okay, okay, four dinners," Rory agreed as she stole the fork from Charlie and offered her a spoon instead. Luke shook his head as he finished placing bowls. With mild amusement, he watched as the toddler inspected all of the bowls to make sure they were to her liking before she started to eat.

"We'll skip the rolls," Lorelai said casually with a shrug.

"That'll help. You know, we might wanna consider not eating much now in preparation for our finest hour. A little fasting so that we can enjoy more tomorrow, hm?" Lorelai looked at her eldest for a moment.

"Unnecessary," she said as she dug into her fries.

"Yeah," Rory agreed as she did the same.


"Ok, we're not doing to bad," Lorelai said as they headed to Luke's for his dinner the next day. Rory glanced over at her mother, who was still looking a little green after the whole Tofurky incident. Of course, the goings on at Sookie's house had taken her mind off of it. They had both agreed that there needed to be more deep fried turkey in their lives.

"I'll say," Rory added. "Especially Charlie. I can't believe she's still eating."

"Well, maybe championship eating is genetic," Lorelai said as she juggled the remaining bouquets of flowers while Rory held Charlie's hand.

"I doubt it," Rory replied as they entered Luke's.

"What is that?" Luke asked after he and Lorelai had given up on the traditional lack of flower vase argument.

"What's what?" Lorelai asked as she tossed her coat and Charlie's over a chair.

"That get up," he said as he looked at Charlie and the dress she was in.

"Ah, that is the cost of sending her to my mother over the weekend so we could do the dance marathon," Lorelai said as she and Luke looked at Charlie who was wearing the cerulean blue baby doll dress, with matching shoes and hair band, that Emily had bought her. "I can hardly wait to see what she looks like after a summer with them," she mused. "My mother had that 'or else' look in her eye when she specified that I dress her in that, so I did."

"I pity her," Luke said.

"I pity me," Lorelai replied. "Trying to keep her clean today has been a nightmare. The only reason she's wearing it now is because we don't have any time to go home and change first." Luke shook his head once more as Lorelai rounded up the little girl and sat her in the high chair. "Remember, you don't have to eat everything," she told the little girl as she pulled the bib on over her head. "What?" she asked as Rory nudged her. She turned in time to see Luke serving Charlie a plate with dividers, to keep everything separate.

"What?" he asked gruffly as he put a plate in front of Lorelai.

"Nothing," she replied with a smile. "You are just so sweet to her," she finally gushed. Jess and Rory glanced at each other, each wearing a similar smirk.

"Being sweet had nothing to do with it," he said as he sat down. "I don't have time to wash 8 million bowls because your kid has decided to have special culinary needs."

"Right, so this is all convenience for you," she said with a knowing smile as he pushed his plate over to her so she could take the marshmallows off of his yams.

"Exactly," he said as he pulled his plate back after Lorelai had all of his marshmallows on her plate. Rory and Jess looked on in amusement at this.

"Ok," she said with a smile of her own as they dug in.


"Oh Emily, they're just beautiful!" Natalie, a friend of Richard and Emily's, gushed when she saw Rory and Charlie. "And this little one! I don't know what to say!" Charlie held tightly to Lorelai as she was gushed over. She relaxed slightly once they were sitting. Lorelai and Rory were quickly introduced to the other guests Richard and Emily had invited and as the night progressed, Lorelai started to relax, thinking that with these guests here and Charlie and Rory looking so cute and angelic, things were going to go smoothly.

Until the topic of where Rory had applied to college came up.

As the discussion started to turn into an argument, Lorelai quickly excused herself to keep things from getting too loud, and stepped outside into the chilly Connecticut night with no coat on.

"Momma?" Charlie asked as she watched her mother leave the table. Rory quickly leaned over and shushed her as Emily excused herself from the table as well and the dinner guests fell into an awkward silence.

Lorelai stood out side on the patio, arms crossed over her chest as she stared up at the stars, enjoying the quiet and trying to ignore the cold.

"It's freezing out here," Emily said as she came out on to the patio. Lorelai pulled her arms tighter around her.

"It's Jamaica compared to in there," she muttered, looking back up at the sky for a moment before she went back to scanning the back yard.

"It's just an alternative to Harvard, a back up. It changes nothing," Emily started, hugging herself to try and keep warm.

"No, no," Lorelai replied as she stepped a little further away from her mother.

"Lorelai. . . "

"Mom, I don't wanna talk," she said firmly.

"Do you believe we had nothing to do with this?" she asked as she ignored Lorelai and came closer to her.

"Just for a second, mom, please. Just let me digest this for a second. All this Yale stuff. . . Arg!" she said, throwing her arms in the air in frustration.

"You can't even let Rory have one piece of our lives, even if it's her choice," Emily said. "You hate us that much," she said, not phrasing it as a question. The statement hung in the air for a few seconds before Emily turned on her heel and headed back into the house to salvage her dinner, leaving Lorelai alone in the cold night once again.


Rory and Lorelai, with a sleepy Charlie in her arms, walked slowly towards Luke's. They had discussed the whole 'applying to Yale' in the car on the way back from Hartford and things were some what worked out.

After one last stop at Sookie's to check on everything, they headed to Luke's, still chuckling about how drunk Sookie had gotten in order to cope with Jackson's family as well as the fact that he had deep fired her organically grown, free range turkey.

"Hi guys," Lorelai said brightly as they ran into Luke and Jess outside of the diner.

"We're out of food," Luke said automatically when he saw her.

"Oh, please, we're not eating for a year," she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Or 'til tomorrow morning," Rory threw in with a shrug.

"Whichever comes first. Hi Saint Nick," Lorelai said when she saw Jess with a trash bag slung over his shoulder.

"Tell him he needs to get more trash cans," he complained.

"Just go," Luke said to him.

"You got coffee?" Lorelai asked hopefully.

"That I've got. Come on in," he said as he held the door open. He, Lorelai and Charlie entered as Rory followed Jess down the sidewalk. "Hey, did I see flames coming from Sookie's place about a half-hour ago?" he asked as he poured her a cup of coffee.

"Yeah, why?" she asked causally, making no effort to further expand on what had happened.

"Just checking," he said, a mildly amused look on his face. "How'd she hold up?" he asked, nodding towards the almost asleep toddler on Lorelai's shoulder.

"Like a little champion," she replied with a smile. "She's gonna sleep well tonight."

"After four dinners, I'm not surprised," he said with a chuckle.

"Three," Lorelai corrected. "Big upset at the parents house and we didn't really eat. We could have had the rolls," she lamented. Luke just shook his head and continued to clean up behind the counter. "You, uh, wouldn't happen to have any left, would you?"

"No, come on," he complained to her.

"Just a little something for the walk home," she said with a shrug. He looked at her for another moment before he grabbed the bag of rolls and handed it to her.

"I don't see how you do it," he said with a shake of his head.

"Well, you're not us, are ya? Night Luke," she said as she grabbed her coffee and the rolls before she headed out to find Rory.

"Hey," she said as she joined up with her mother.
"Here," Lorelai replied, handing her the bag of rolls.

"So, good Thanksgiving," Rory said as she opened the bag and took a roll.

"It really was," Lorelai replied with a smile as they headed back to the jeep to head home.


As the Christmas season settled over Stars Hollow, so did a thick blanket of snow.

"This is a historic moment," Lorelai told Rory the morning of the first snow fall.

"This isn't her first snow," Rory pointed out with a yawn. She and her mother had skipped their traditional midnight walk in the snow because of Charlie and had settled for sitting on the front steps with hot chocolate, donuts and the baby monitor.

"Ah, but it will be her first walk in the snow," Lorelai pointed out as she sat Charlie on the table in the entrance way so she could get her new boots onto her feet. "And, how great is it that the first snow is on her half birthday? Fate, I say," Lorelai finished with a smile as she put Charlie's hat on her head and lowered her to the ground as she put on her own coat, hat, mitts and boots. "Ready?"

"Ready!" Rory said as she pulled her last mitt on.

"Let's go!" Lorelai said as she swung the door open. Charlie wandered to the door frame and simply looked out. She wasn't too steady in her boots and snowsuit and was in no hurry to fall. "Come on, kiddo," Lorelai said as she took one of Charlie's hands and Rory took the other to finally get her out into the snow.

"'no," Charlie said as she looked around.

"No what?" Rory asked.

"'no! 'no!" Charlie said again, rather excitedly as she managed to bend down and stick her mitt in the snow. "'no!" she said again with a smile as she showed her mother and sister.

"Oh, snow," Lorelai said with a smile. "Smarty pants," she commented as they watched Rory make a snow angel.



Christmas and New Years passed as peacefully as they had the last year, except Charlie managed to stay awake for most of New Years this time. By the middle of January, however, all of the girls had a cold, were all equally miserable and things only got worse for Rory and Charlie from there.

"I can't be sick," Rory lamented from inside the bathroom. "I have to go to school!"

"You've thrown up twice," Lorelai called to her from outside the door. "You are sick and you can't go to school."

"I'll just take some Gravol!"

"And then do what? Sleep through all your classes?" she asked again. She gave a sigh as she heard Rory start retching again. "You are not going to school and that's final! The mom card has been played!" she said. "I'm going out, I'll be back in a bit." She waited until she heard Rory groan in response. "How are you doing?" she asked Charlie when she walked back into her room and over to the crib. She offered the toddler a sad smile as she watched her rub at her nose, smearing snot across her face before she started to cough. "My poor sick girls," she said as she cleaned Charlie up before lifting her out of the crib. Charlie threw her arms around Lorelai's neck and hung on.

"Come on, we've gotta go get supplies for Rory," she said as they headed down stairs, both of them still in their pyjamas. "Saltines, white bread, ginger ale, Gravol and Kleenex," she told Charlie as they headed to the car. Lorelai made sure to call Sookie and Michel to let them know that she wouldn't be at the Inn today before she called the nanny and canceled her as well.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" Lorelai heard some one call to her while they were in Doose's.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" she asked Luke as she turned around to look at him.

"Still sick?" he asked when he saw Charlie.

"And Rory has the flu. 'Tis the season, I suppose," she said with a shrug. Luke looked at her for a moment longer before he plucked the shopping basket from her hands.

"What else do you need?" he asked.

"Follow me," she said as she led him up and down the aisles, tossing things into the basket as she went. Luke followed her to the check out too and carried the bags to the jeep for her as well. "You really didn't have to do that," she told him.

"Does she want mashed potatoes?"

"I don't really think she wants much of anything right now," Lorelai called as she tucked Charlie into her seat. "She was, uh, indisposed, when I left." She watched as Luke made a face when he put together what she meant.

"Ah, well, give me a call if you need anything," he said. She agreed that she would and with a wave, he was off back to the diner and she was headed home.


"No, mom, I'm not kidding," Lorelai said as she talked to Emily over the phone. "They are both still sick."

"There is no way they've both had colds for three weeks Lorelai," Emily shot back.

"Well, Rory did get over her cold but then decided to catch the stomach flu and Charlie did manage to shake her cold, but caught another one a few days ago." Lorelai waited for the bickering to begin.

"Put her on the phone," Emily demanded as she looked out the window to watch the grounds keeper clearing the drive way.

"Who? Charlie?" Lorelai asked, more than a little confused.

"Rory. I want to talk to Rory," Emily said.

"Mom, it hurts that you don't believe me," Lorelai said as she got up and headed upstairs. Rory had crawled into Lorelai's bed some time while she and Charlie had been out and she hadn't moved yet.

"Well, you have a past," Emily replied.

"Come on Charlie," she called out to the toddler. She looked up from her toy and, as quickly as she could manage, she got herself over to the stairs and started to crawl up them. "Hey you, Grandma wants to talk to you," she told Rory softly.

"Why?" she asked, still half asleep.

"She thinks I'm lying about you being sick. Set her straight, would you?" she asked as she handed Rory the phone and looked down at Charlie. She grabbed a Kleenex and cleaned up the baby's face. "It's so glamorous being a mother, isn't it?" she asked no one in particular.
"She wants to talk to you again," Rory said after a bit.

"Rory is 18," Emily said as soon as Lorelai had the phone pressed to her ear again. "She can manage to stay home for a few hours by herself. Unless Charlie starts throwing up as well, I expect to see the two of you here tomorrow, 6:30 sharp." Lorelai sighed and rolled her eyes as she agreed Emily hung up soon after.

"Maybe you'll get lucky and Charlie will catch the flu," Rory muttered from under the covers. Lorelai paused to think about this for a moment.

"And how, exactly, would that be lucky for me?" she asked. "At least when you're sick, 9 out of 10 times you make it to the bathroom in time. Until you kids hit about 5, things land where they land and laundry goes through the roof."

"Right," was all Rory could say before she rolled over and went back to sleep.

"What about you? How about a nap?" she asked Charlie. Since she wasn't sleeping straight through the night with this cold, Charlie was a big fan of the nap again. Charlie glanced over at her mother before she stood up and walked over, arms held out. "Good call, Little Girl," she said as she picked her up and promptly tucked her into the crib. Lorelai took stock of her little brood for a moment before she shut the blinds, turned off the light and crawled in next to Rory for a few hours. With Charlie not sleeping, Lorelai wasn't either and she was grateful to take any chance to sleep that she got.