A/N: Lorelai returns! Unfortunately that means so does Emily along with psycho Liz. I listened to Chris Brown while I was writing so, 'please, don't judge me and I won't judge you…cause it could get ugly…'

Again, thank you to my amazing beta Emmyjazzyfinnlove61.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Drunk Celebrity Hall of Fame or Petit Tresor.

Shouting.

It's what wakes her up. Only when she cracks the door open does she recognize Jimmy's voice.

"You can't possibly be ready to step up if you're sitting around on your ass all day."

She doesn't even know when she steps forward or goes downstairs, but suddenly she's in his face. "What the hell is your problem? The only reason he's not in today because he needs to take it easy! You can keep pretending that you don't know he was in the hospital-that's your prerogative-but it doesn't change the fact that he was. He's not coming in-not today, not tomorrow or the day after!" Rory ignores Jess' protest and attempts at cutting her off. "What the hell is wrong with you? You don't even care that he could have died! Every day he goes to office because he wants you to be proud of him and you never are!"

Jess tugs on her arm and moves in front of her. "Now let's not get carried away." He turns to face Jimmy, who utters two words: 'one week' and leaves. Jess sighs. "You didn't have to do that."

She folds her arms. "Someone should. He's a jerk." Jess nods. "Did you need something? Are you thirsty? Hungry? I can-"

He grabs her hand. "Relax, I'm fine." Rory looks down at their hands. Jess releases hers. "Sorry."

"No, it's, um..." She clears her throat.

He wants her to keep talking, but he doesn't know how to tell her. He says the first thing that comes to mind. "Tell me a secret."

"Um, like what?"

Jess shrugs. "Anything." He bends his knees trying to catch her eyes, when she looks down again.

"...I like when you hold my hand." He smirks. "Your turn."

He ponders, letting out a sigh. "No matter how many times I try to convince myself otherwise, I know I'll never be good enough."

Rory looks up, startled. She wants to tell him that's not true, but she knows that's not what he needs. She doesn't want him to shut down. "For?"

Jess shrugs. "Anything. Jimmy." He pauses. "You."

She looks around, opening and closing her mouth, trying to think of something to say. "I slept with a married man-well it wasn't just any married man, he was actually my boyfriend before he got married, which doesn't make it any better, but yea...I mean, it wasn't my finest moment."

He nods. "You don't have to do that."

Rory smiles. "I know, but since we're sharing and all..."

Emily and Liz push their way inside the barely open door. Rory looks surprised—she doesn't know if it's at the sight of them or the tons of bags in their hands.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Liz turns to her excitedly. "We tried to wait, but, we couldn't help it. We went shopping for the baby!"

"Speak for yourself. I was perfectly capable of restraining myself."

Rory panics, looking between them. "You did what? What did you buy?" She tries to look in one of the bags.

"What didn't we get?" Emily laughs.

Liz rests the bags down near the door and heads back towards the door. "When do you find out the sex?"

Emily nods. "That would make things easier."

"Easier than this?" She follows after Liz outside and stops in her tracks when she sees a Petit Tresor delivery truck in the driveway. "Oh God! Tell me you didn't."

"Which way is to the baby's room?"

"Uh…we haven't really picked out a—"

Emily frowns. "Tell me you're joking." Rory shrugs. "Oh for heavens sake." Emily turns on her feet and heads upstairs. Liz directs the men unloading the truck.

Rory hesitates, unsure whether she should stop Emily or watch Liz. Emily wins out. She turns and hurries after her grandmother. "Grandma!"

Jess heads her off near the banister. "What's all the ruckus?"

"Sorry, sorry." She turns towards him, continuing backwards up the stairs. "Just a misunderstanding. I've got everything under control."

He smirks, raising an eyebrow. "Emily's here?"

She stops. "…yes." Jess nods. "And so is your mother." Rory scurries up the stairs.

"My mother?" He turns toward the open doorway. "Christ! Liz!"

Liz smiles. "Surprise!"

"What the hell is all this?" Jess looks in the back of the truck where two guys are sliding a box down the ramp.

"Just general stuff." She shrugs, ticking the items off. "Stroller, carrier, car seat, high chair, monitors. Ooh, have you seen those baby bouncers? They're so nice! We got three of those, one for here, one for our place and one for Emily. We might have to get another one though, she's not sure if Lorelai still has one so…ooh, and I couldn't decide between those play mats or the gyms so of course, we got both and two play yards. We knew you and Rory would want to shop for some of the clothes yourselves so we only got a few things and—"

He rolls his eyes. "Now why would we wanna do that? It's obviously your kid."

Liz laughs and hits him. "I wish! When do you guys find out the sex? Rory never said."

Jess sighs and rubs the back of his neck. "The earliest is twelve weeks, the doctor wants to be sure so she said we'll try at 14 weeks."

Liz huffs and then shrugs. "I guess we could buy neutral colors 'til then."

He shakes his head at her. "I think you've bought enough, Lizzy. No more." She pouts. He simply turns his back on her and heads back in the house.

"This will do."

Rory hurries to catch her up. "You don't even know what this room is for."

"It can't be that important." Emily faces the room again, pulling something out of her bag. "Yes, this will do perfectly."

Rory peers over her shoulder and sees a photocopy of a room in her hand. She backs away and hurries to the nearest phone. It doesn't take long for the ringing to stop. "I need you. It's grandma, she's—"

"Say no more."

Lorelai does a double take when she walks through the foyer. She calls for Rory, but sees two men heading upstairs, carrying a box. Instead of waiting, she opts on following them and finds Emily and Rory inside a room with boxes stacked to the ceiling. "What is all this?"

Rory spins around, relieved. "Mom!"

"I came as fast as I can, but I see that wasn't soon enough—oh!" She stumbles back from the force of her daughters hug. "Okay." She rubs her back and shh's her. "It's okay, mommy's here. The big, bad lady can't hurt you anymore."

Emily rolls her eyes. "Honestly, Lorelai." She addresses the men. "Are you going to start assembling soon?"

One of the men address her, while the other heads back outside. "Just as soon as we bring in the last two."

Rory quickly looks at Lorelai. "Mommy."

"Assembling? Mom she's only a month along. There's plenty of time to—"

"Well, we went to all this trouble, we might as well let them assemble whatever needs to be assembled now rather than make another trip back."

"Hmm." Lorelai hates that she's making sense. "Why didn't you tell anyone you were doing this?"

The eldest Gilmore shrugs. "Elizabeth and I were having lunch together. After, we realized we happened to be right next door to Petit Tresor, so we decided to have a look. They have so much wonderful things and such great prices!"

"Oh, right, how could I forget?"

Emily ignores her. "We decided to pop over and surprise them. I just wanted to do something nice for my granddaughter, is there something wrong with that?"

"I just find it a little strange that you just happened to have lunch next to a baby outlet."

The men enter again, each carrying a box. Liz and Jess are on their heel.

"Jess! How are you? I heard you were in the hospital. I wanted to come visit you but we were in New York that week."

Jess looks at Liz, before turning back to Emily. "I'm fine now. I was at a club and got a little carried away." Rory looks surprised by his admission to her grandmother.

"I know how that can be."

Lorelai raises her eyebrows. "Since when?"

Emily ignores her yet again. "Richard sends his regards. I hope you're not working so soon after."

"Only in the study. It'll only be another day or two before I head back though." He looks at Rory. "I have my own personal home health aide, who makes sure I stay in line, to thank for that." Jess turns his attention to Lorelai and nods.

Lorelai smiles. "It's a good thing you quit before you ended up in the Hall of Fame alongside Courtney Love and 'The Hoff'."

"Lorelai!"

Jess smirks. "Wait, wait, you're not on there? I could've sworn I saw your picture somewhere…"

She scowls. "Touche."

Emily and Liz go to direct the men who are unpacking one of the boxes. Rory watches, before speaking up. "Should we…?"

Jess shakes his head. "I think it's best if we just left them to it."

"But we don't know—"

"Hon, as much as I hate to say this—and believe me, hate—Jess is right. Our interference wouldn't hinder them, it would only slow them down."

Rory sighs. "So...what now?"

Lorelai grins. "Now..." She bends until she is eye level with her daughter's stomach. "Hi baby, I'm Lorelai your gra-ah, other mother. So if you ever feel the need to runaway all you have to do is grab your diaper bag and come to me, 'kay?"

"It's not going to answer you back."

Lorelai scowls at Jess again.

Liz comes over. "Ooh, are we talking to the baby?" She bends down next to Lorelai. "Hi baby! I'm your other other mother and-"

Jess scoffs. "You're not the other mother Liz."

"I know. I said 'other other'-"

"You're not that either."

"But Lorelai is-"

He shakes his head. "And she's Rory's actual mother."

Liz straightens. "Oh. Okay."

Rory looks between them. "She can be the other other mother."

"Jess." He sighs, looking at Rory before he follows after her.

"Liz." He catches up to her near the front door. She faces him, expectantly. "Look, I didn't mean that you're not going to be apart of the baby's life. Grandmothers are important."

"So, I get to be Emily Gilmore while Lorelai gets to be second mother?"

Jess huffs. "Lorelai's just...different. Her and Rory are closer. She was always there. It's just different."

"I was never there for you?"

"You were, it's just...different. I don't know how else to explain it. Wait here." Liz watches as he disappears around the banister before reappearing a minute later. He pushes a copy of 'The Subsect' in her hands and walks away.

A/N: Is anyone still reading this? I know my updates are really sporadic and I really love this story but I have a lot going on and I don't want to keep posting this if no one is reading. Happy to say that I have not been inducted into the Drunk Hall of Fame. Has anyone?