LUKE

I didn't want to go out into the hall. At least not to talk. I wanted the hell out of this place. Why Lorelai was even arguing about something that would save my kid is beyond me.

"Lorelai, what the hell is going on in there?"

"Luke."

"Lorelai!" My voice raising further.

"Please. This is Kat's decision. She's the one that has to live with the choice either way."

"If she doesn't choose to do what the doctor says she won't be living with the other choice, because she won't be alive."

"It's her choice like I made a choice many years ago to keep Rory and not marry Christopher when I found out I was pregnant. Like Katherine made a choice to keep Kat from you. Like you made a choice to marry me after all. Some choices result in good things."

"And some choices are stupid."

"Yes. But the choice is with Kat. She's 18. We need to support her while she takes time to make a choice. She's probably sitting there in shock. I'm shocked."

"I sure as hell am shocked."

"and you heard what he said. 11 weeks. It was that night. You know it was. It was probably that night for our baby too. The condom did rip that night you said. We made a choice not to get a morning after pill."

"Okay Lorelai. Choices. I get it. I'm still not happy. I would like to get to know my daughter."

"No matter what she chooses we need to support her. And having that child doesn't mean death, if she chooses that. It just means we need to take preventative methods to reduce the heightened risk."

"Would you be saying this if she were your daughter? If she were Rory?"

"She's not Rory, but she is my daughter."

That woman infuriated me, but I couldn't help but love her at the same time. Loving her enough to agree to still go to Friday Night Dinner.

EMILY

They were late. I hate tardiness. Everyone knows when drinks are served. Drinks need to be served on time so dinner can begin promptly on time. It's common courtesy. Not only to myself but also to the help. Which knowing them... maybe being late wouldn't be so bad, because then maybe dinner would actually begin when we're ready for it. I need to fire that maid... and my new cook. Tardiness is bad, but tardiness when you're being paid? Unacceptable.

The doorbell rang. After yelling for the maid to get it (I reiterate my need to fire her), I opened the door myself. It was Luke, Lorelai, and Katalina as expected.

Something was off with the three of them though.

"You're late."

"We were at the doctor and I have a surprise for you."

"Well, come into the living room. Give Flora your coats."

"Flora?"

"My new maid."

"Isn't that the name of one of the fairies from Sleeping Beauty?"

"Lorelai, please. Come into the living room."

I headed into the living room. When I turned around I noticed what Lorelai was wearing.

"What are you wearing Lorelai?"

"A dress."
"I know it's a dress, but it doesn't look like something from your wardrobe. It's lovely."

"Gee thanks mom." Lorelai said saltily.

"I didn't mean it like that Lorelai, just that it was lovely even though it's not your normal style."

"It's Kat's."

"Oh."

With that Richard entered.

"Sorry, I was finishing up a phone call. I don't see anyone with drinks. What does everyone feel like having? Shirley Temple for you Katalina."

"Or water."

"And what about you Luke?"
"Scotch."

"Luke." Lorelai whispered just loud enough for me to hear.

"I'd like Scotch please, Richard."

"Good man. And you Lorelai?"

"I'd like to keep Kat company, so I think a Shirley Temple for me as well."

That was odd.

"I'll have a martini."
"Already started to make it."

"Thank you Richard."

He came over with the tray and started handing them out. I noticed Luke was quite quick to finish his off.

"Would you like me to refresh your drink?"

"That would be great."

"While you're doing that Dad, I have a surprise for you."
"That is what you said when you entered."
"Well, here it is." Lorelai took something out of her purse and put it on the table.

"Oh my god."

It was a sonogram. While Luke had not been my first pick for Lorelai. She was obviously happy. She had been married for awhile now. This seemed like the logical next step. I had imagined this day would come eventually and was absolutely relieved and happy that she had chosen to share it with me. That I was not finding out about this in an argument or through someone else... like that friend Sookie of her's (who I need to get a new chef recommendation from)

"What was that Emily? What's the surprise."
"Richard."

"Emily, the surprise was not me."

"Richard, come over here," I said picking it up.

"I'm coming. Luke here's your glass back."

"thank you."

"Now just what is this sur- oh Lorelai! Are you pregnant?"

"Yes, we are."

"This calls for congratulations."

LORELAI

Congratulations? This wasn't going quite like I had thought. I hadn't thought it would be terrible, but I definitely didn't think they were going to congratulate me. Sookie was right, I definitely wasn't 16 anymore.