A/N: Merry Christmas to all. I hope you guys got everything you wanted. And happy boxing day to all above the boarder and over seas. Happy Holidays to everyone in general. Chapter 22 should be up tomorrow based on the amount of reviews I get. ;) Enjoy.

The Other Gilmore Girl

"When a child is born, so are grandmothers." ~Judith Levy

Richard sits beside me snoring. It's been a lot of up and downs, sitting, pacing, coffee running. We've been sitting out here for hours. Waiting. I have to honestly admit that patience isn't my strong suit. I'm just so worried; I hope that she is okay. I remember when she was born, the horrible never-ending intense pain - fourteen long hours of labor! She'd been the difficult one. With Rosie it only took two hours, not even. But not Lorelai. No, she made it clear from the beginning that things were going to done her way.

I remember when our family became complete. Lorelai was just over a year old. We hadn't expected to have children so close together but Rosalie just kind of happened. It was a hot day in June. Hot and uncomfortable, but she came right on time. Exactly on my due date, as planned, June 15, 1970. She came so quickly and when they put her in my arms, I felt complete. Richard brought Lorelai in later. She was amazed with the little person on my lap. She was so quiet then. I hear her screaming through the other side of the door bringing me out of my memory.

Having the urge to ignore my daughter's wishes, I just want to barge through the door and hold her hand. I know if she is anything like me, she would be strong and know that the pain will subside. Twenty minutes later the nurse comes out to Richard and me. "Congratulations! You have a granddaughter." I smile. She did it. She would want Rose here. It feels weird to have a grandchild, and not both of my children to witness this miracle. I guess I will just have to wait... patiently.

"Where is my daughter?" I find myself asking.

"She is getting cleaned up right now and then she'll be moved back into a room."

"Thank you," I say. "And when can we see her?" I ask.

"Soon," she answers as if that has helped me at all.

I huff and shake my husband. "Wake up Richard." He fumbles awake.

"Huh, Emily?" he says sleepily.


"That's right dear."


"Where are we?"


"We are at the hospital, Lorelai just had a baby."

"Lorelai?"

"Yes dear. A little girl." I can tell he's still dazed with sleep, as he gives me a slightly confused look.

"We have things to do, Richard. I need you to go home and call your office. Tell them you're taking today and tomorrow off. Then get me a change of clothes and bring them back here. I am going to stay here and make the necessary phone calls. Christopher, your mother, my mother, and Hope, you know?"


"Yes, Emily," he replies.

I give him a tiny smile before kissing his cheek before rushing off to do what needs to be done.

After haggling the nurse to let me use the front desk phone, she finally gives in. The first person to call was Trix. I was prepared for her attitude and that she would be unkindly towards me.

"Hello Trix? It's Emily."

"Oh...hello." She even sounds annoyed.

"I just wanted to let you know that Lorelai just gave birth. It's a girl, she's adorable," I say meekly.
"Well that's wonderful...let me notify the press that a teenager girl just gave birth!" she says coldly. Trix was never pleased with Lorelai actions, and thought she was far too young to have a boyfriend or to even have relations with a boy.

"Trix! There is no need to be so cold! This should be a wonderful for all of us. I'm a grandmother! And you are a great-grandmother. You should be proud!" I say rather loudly, making my point clear.

"I never said I wasn't proud. I just think that now, at 16, she shouldn't be having a baby, she should be preparing for college."

"Well she'll go to college; it just might be a little harder and take a little longer. She'll be fine," I say trying to defend Lorelai, knowing she could herself, but I decided to take things into my own hands.

"That isn't good enough!"

"Well it's good enough for us!" I sigh. I hated to fight, especially in public. "I must go, I have thousand other calls to make. We will see you soon." I hang up the phone. I collect myself as I dial my mother for another hopefully more pleasant conversation.

Another maid answers and I ask to speak to Mother. She comes to the phone a few minutes later.

"Hello Mom."

"Hello Emily."

"I just want to say we are at the hospital, Lorelai had the baby."

"Is that so? Is everything okay?" she asks sounding rather upset and disappointed.

"Yes she and the baby are perfectly fine."

"Sounds lovely. And how is Rosalie?"

"She still hasn't woken up yet. The doctors say anytime now!"

"Well if you need me I'm here," she says in a rare, loving voice.

"I'll always need you. But I have to call Hope and tell her the news!"

"Very well dear. I love you. Goodbye"

"Love you too." I hang up once again and begin to dial Hope's number. I know at least she will be happy to hear the news.

"Bonsoir, Madam Van Wilder's office," a French woman says answering the phone.

"Ah yes. This is Emily Gilmore, I'm Hope's sister; I need to speak to her. It's urgent."

"One moment please."

I wait as a soft song comes on the other end before it abruptly stops. "Emily? Is everything alright?" Hope answers panicky.

"Yes everything is fine. I just called to let you know that I am a grandmother."

"Oh Emily!" she exclaims. "Congratulations. That is amazing news."

"Yes it is!"

"I can't wait to see her and the baby."

"I know I'm anxious myself, we have to wait until they get her cleaned up."

"Well call me later and tell me what she looks like."

"I will! Bye."

"Bye."

After calling everyone I deemed important, it was time to call Christopher. I wasn't so excited about this call. I thought that he should have been here for this. But he's Christopher, and I doubt Lorelai even called him. But if she did then Christopher should know better, then to leave Lorelai and his daughter hanging like this, especially if he is planning on marrying her… Well it may be worse to keep him hanging. So I finally dial his number.

"Hayden residence," says another maid.

"Christopher Hayden, please."

"One moment," she tells me.

"Hello?" he answers, sounding like he had just woken up.

"Sorry to wake you, Christopher. This is Emily Gilmore."

"Emily?"

"Yes, I call to tell you that you have a daughter. She was born this evening and I thought you should know."

"What?" he asks sounding sort of out of it.

"Lorelai has just given birth to your daughter!" I say my short temper flaring.

"Oh my god!" he says perking up. "Umm. Let me get dressed. I'll be right there."

"Very well." I hang up the phone and return to the waiting room. The doctor comes over to me.

"You are able to see your daughter now."

"Thank you," I say. He leads me into her new room. I open the door silently. Lorelai is awake, but drowsy. She smiles and looks so frazzled.

"Hey Mom," she says quietly.

"Hello Lorelai."

"You never said it was going to hurt that badly!" she mumbles.

"I'm sorry. But you did a wonderful job."

"Thank you. If you want you can hold her." She takes the baby girl from the bassinet, and places her into my arms. Tears form as I watch this tiny baby open her eyes but I don't let them fall. The nurse enters, trying not to disturb us.

"I'm sorry you guys, but it's time to take the baby back."

"Oh very well," I hand over my granddaughter to the nurse, then turning my attention to Lorelai. "So have you thought of any names?"

"I think I'm going to name her after me."

"You? But why?"

"Because if fathers can name their sons after themselves, then why not mothers."

"Alright, It's your choice," I say, not wanting to cause a problem. I look my daughter, I realize how different she looks. She has a more mature look to her. "I'm going to see if your father's back. Would you like anything to eat or drink?"

"No thank you. But maybe in a little bit."

"Okay then. Be back soon." I leave her room and head down the hall to see if Richard is back with some clothes. I see him waiting and reading a newspaper. "Hello dear."

"Hello. How is she?"

"She's still a little out of it from the Demerol. But she is well. And not to mention Lorelai is so cute."

Richard looks at me confused. "Yes I know she is, she's always been."

"No, I mean your granddaughter, your daughter wanted to name her after herself."

"Oh...okay then." He smiles. I think the name didn't bother him. She was named after his mother, so it wasn't a bad thing. "What do you say we get something to drink? Maybe relax and talk."

"I'd love to." I smile as he takes my hand and we walk to the cafe. I get hot tea and Richard grabs himself a bottle of water.

"Did you see her?" he asks as we sit down.

"Yes, I did. She was beautiful. She looks just like Lorelai."

"Really?"

"Yes, big bright blue eyes and a dark head of hair."

"She's a Gilmore."

"She certainly is. You should see her."

Richard smiles at me. We pay for what we bought and make our way over to the nursery. I point her out for Richard and we watch as she squirms in the swaddles. Richard looks proud. This little girl is the one good thing that came out of this situation.

"Lorelai, the third!" he pronounces formally.

"Sounds like a princess," I laugh.

"Well she is isn't she? Simply brilliant."

"Yes, dear."

I look around and see Lorelai and Christopher. "Can we have a minute?" she asks.

I nod. "We'll be down stairs; we are going to see Rose," I tell her.

She returns the nod and Richard and I find an elevator. When we get to the fourth floor Richard leaves me to find a bathroom and I make my way to Rosie's room. I go to open the door but the nurse at the front desk stops me.

"Mrs. Gilmore," she starts, "I need to speak with you." My heart falls and my hand leaves the door. I fear for the worst. I take a couple steps toward her.

"Yes?"

"It's about Rose," she says. "Maybe you should sit down. We tried to call you but your maid said you weren't home."

"What happened?" I ask.

"She woke up!" I hear her words but they don't register with my brain.

"What?"

"She's been awake for several hours now but she doesn't remember the accident at all."

I immediately jump up as the woman continues to talk and hurry to Rosalie's room and open the door. She is sitting up in her bed. There is no tube in her mouth. She looks at me with those beautiful brown eyes I have missed seeing so much. My heart jumps wildly. I don't know what to say. Her expression is blank. This is almost too much to believe. "Rose?" I whisper.

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