Lorelai snuggled against his broad body. She inhaled his scent and sighed happily.

"This was perfect," she mumbled.

Luke held her close to him, bringing his lips down to kiss her forehead. "You are perfect," he whispered. "I love you."

Lorelai looked at him with big, blue eyes filled with warmth. "So ... What now?"

"Now ... we start dating, I would say," Luke replied quietly. "Now that you're finally single."

"Yes, but there's something I need to tell you first," Lorelai said, her bad conscience eating her. "I ..."

"Sh, whatever it is, it can wait," Luke interrupted her. "Let's just enjoy this moment, hm?"

"Yeah." Lorelai smiled. "You know, you can stay the night. We only need to sneak you out tomorrow morning."

"No big deal, I'll just leave very early." He caressed her cheek, not able to believe what had happened just a few minutes ago. What was happening right now! He finally had her, this wonderful, gorgeous, amazing girl.

He lowered his lips on hers. "Good night, then."

"Ahh, I first need to do some business in the bathroom," Lorelai said and jumped out of the bed. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"Take your time," Luke whispered gently and watched Lorelai walk out of the door naked. He smiled. She was definitely one of a kind.

He stayed in bed, not wanting to leave the cuddly warmth. If he had known what would happen, he probably would've hidden himself for a minute, but no, he was dozing off while waiting for his ... girlfriend.

He smiled.

And then it happened.

The door flung open and Luke opened his eyes, but instead of Lorelai, there was Christopher.

Christopher, who stared at him in shock, with surprise and disgust in his eyes. "You sick bastard," he spat.

"What are you doing here?" Luke asked calmly. "You have no right to be here, not anymore."

"Who was let in by Emily Gilmore? Certainly not you. She let me in to talk some sanity into Lorelai. Can't believe you think you have a right to be here!" Christopher replied angrily and then he turned around. "Emily! Richard!" he called. "Come up, you need to see this!"

•

Lorelai was just brushing her teeth as she heard screams coming from her room.

Her blood froze. It sounded like her mother ...

Shit.

She quickly threw the brush aside and got into her bathrobe, leaving the bathroom and running back to her room.

And really - her parents were inside, screaming at Luke. And next to them there was -

"Chris!?" Lorelai screeched.

It went quiet and now her parents looked at her. "Have you lost your mind?" Emily screamed. "How could you do this with ... with him?"

"What's the problem?" Luke screamed back. "That's our business, not yours!"

"I think you're missing a point here, young man," Richard said quite calmly, even though his face was red. "She is way too young for you."

Lorelai's heart stood still for a moment.

"What -?"

"He doesn't know," Chris suddenly said, laughing quietly. "Lor once told me. She lied to him about her age."

"What?" Luke asked again. Now his eyes turned to her - they were filled with angst.

Lorelai was shaking

"I ... I did," she admitted. "I liked you and I thought you didn't want to do anything with me back then at the party ... so I made myself older."

"She's fifteen," Emily said loudly. "I think now you understand why we're so protective of her?"

Silence.

Deafening silence.

Luke didn't look at Lorelai, not a single time.

"I didn't know," he said quietly. "I really didn't. Can I ... can I leave?"

"You must," Richard insisted. "And if I ever see you around here again, I'll call the police."

"You won't ever see me again, Mr Gilmore," Luke muttered and watched Emily pulling her husband and that damn Christopher Hayden out of the room.

Now Lorelai and Luke were alone again.

"I'm sorry," Lorelai said quietly. "I'm so, so sorry. I've been wanting to tell you all the time -"

"You're a child," Luke said and buried his face in his hands. "You're a child, Lorelai. What I did is illegal."

"What we did."

"If it comes out, you won't be punished. But I will. So it's about what I did. Only me."

"But I wanted it!" Lorelai insisted. "I was the one who started it!"

"Lorelai," Luke said and finally he looked at her. It hurt so much. "I never lied, I do love you. But I think it's better if we never see each other again. For real this time. We just don't belong together. Star crossed lovers."

"No," Lorelai said. "I'll be sixteen soon and then we can meet again. And once I turn eighteen - that's only two years from now -"

"Lorelai, no," Luke said loudly. "You heard your father. He'll tell the cops and they'll put me into prison. I slept with an underage, oh my god ..."

Luke suddenly had enough. He jumped out of the bed and got into his clothes as quickly as he could.

"Don't try to call me, are we clear?" he shouted. "You fucked this up, you'll have to wait until I come alone. You get me?"

Lorelai nodded. "Of course, Luke. I'll wait."

"Good," Luke breathed. "Have fun waiting, then. You really hurt me." He placed his hand on her shoulder. "I ... would have liked you anyway. If you had told me that you're fifteen. I still would have befriended you."

"But you wouldn't have kissed me, right?" Lorelai whispered.

Luke sighed. "No, probably not."

"See? I wanted you. Back then and I still want you."

"It won't be happening," Luke said. "Never again."

He sighed. Then he bent down and kissed her forehead.

"Nonetheless ... thank you for everything, Lorelai Gilmore."

And with those words he left her room.

Probably forever.

"I love you!" Lorelai screamed after him, before breaking down on her bed and crying bitter tears.

•

Luke drove home furiously. Heartbroken. Mad. Sad ...

He was surprised he came home safely, he had driven so fast, he was sure he'd have an accident.

Now he crashed the door open and stormed right into his room, ignoring his sister and father asking what was wrong.

Luke locked his door. He rarely locked his door but this time he really wanted to be alone.

No, what he really wanted right now was to talk to his mother. She would have known what to do.

He kicked off his shoes and jacket and threw himself into bed, finally allowing himself to let go and let tears blind his sight.

•

Lorelai felt miserable.

She was in her room, not allowed to go out, nor listen to music, nor watch television.

Of course she deserved the punishment her parents had given to her, and frankly she didn't care much about the punishment her parents had given to her.

Worse was the knowledge that Luke didn't speak to her anymore.

That he never wanted to speak to her again.

That he probably hated her now.

And not only that - every night at dinner she could listen to her parents ranting about Luke. The way he hadn't done his work properly, the way he had just quit from one day to the other.

And, of course, the way he had had his way with their precious, young daughter, who was for sure innocent and not at all responsible for the happenings a week ago.

Well, at least her father thought so.

He was surprisingly protective over her, while Emily knew exactly that she wasn't. Emily seemed to know that Lorelai was just as innocent as a cat eating a fish.

Lorelai endured the dinners and behaved like she was raised, quietly and not speaking against her parents.

But her insides were furious.

Wasn't she already paying for what she did more than enough? Wasn't she already tortured enough by Luke himself? The guy she had considered her true love ...

Lorelai fought with her tears while enduring her mother's preaching about how bad sex with a poor guy was.

Poor guy.

Lorelai hated her mother so much right now.

The day after the intercourse she had to get a check up. Her mother worried that Luke had gotten her infected with something, whether it was chlamydia, crabs, scabies or even syphilis. Her mother was very clear about what she thought of their intimate contact.

Lorelai had to swear at least ten times that they had really used a condom.

"And you're on the pill," Emily continued. "You are taking it, right?"

"Yes, Ma," Lorelai replied. She always took it, no matter what.

She had used a condom with Luke, he had been responsible enough to remember. Lorelai hadn't.

Just like that one time with Chris, their last time before the breakup. They had had drinks, Richard and Emily weren't at home, the young couple had went to the balcony and Lorelai had simply started undressing ... and then it had happened.

Without any kind of protection between them.

Strangely the more days passed, the more often she had to think of it.

Maybe because all those tests had opened her eyes: Sex wasn't only there to have fun. To still your needs.

Mainly, sex was there to propagate.

Soon Lorelai stopped worrying though.

That craving for food she had lately ... it had always been there. It wasn't a sign or anything.

•

The date of the debutante ball and Lorelai's sixteenth birthday came closer.

What had happened in the end of January was long forgotten, because now it was March and Lorelai was about to debut.

Of course Lorelai herself really wasn't happy about it, but she knew it had to be. It was normal, it was a tradition - at least in her circles.

Emily had bought a dress for her, only produced for her measures, to fit her figure perfectly.

And it had, back in February.

But that day towards the end of March, Lorelai just couldn't get it closed.

Her mother was impatient. The photographer was waiting for her. Emily was calling. And Lorelai was about to cry.

Could she have gained weight within a month - so much that she couldn't close the dress anymore?

Finally her mother came upstairs to help, realised that Lorelai really couldn't close the dress and decided to have it fixed.

She ordered her daughter to eat less and do more sports, but Lorelai suddenly had a feeling that this wouldn't help.

Once her mother was gone, she got out of her dress and looked at herself in the mirror, checking if her belly was bigger. If she looked bigger herself, her thighs, her breasts.

But nothing. At least she couldn't see it.

With a heavy heart she decided to do what she knew she should do.

•

The next day she asked her mother for another check up. She lied, said she didn't feel well overall, and that she thought she was about to become sick.

Her mother, worrying that Lorelai wouldn't be able to debut, called the doctor immediately, and only one day after, Emily drove her daughter to the doctors office.

"I'll do some shopping," Emily informed her daughter as she dropped her off. "Meet me in an hour."

"Okay," Lorelai said and walked into the doctor's office with shaking hands.

Doctor Yates was a nice, old man.

He had been Lorelai's paediatrist and was a close friend of the Gilmore family. Lorelai knew she could trust him.

He smiled gently as Lorelai entered.

"Miss Gilmore! Is your mother forcing you to have some more check ups? She doesn't trust you very much, hm?"

"No, this time I'm here because I want to," Lorelai replied at sat down. "You need to test me. I think ... I think ..."

Her eyes went wide. She hadn't said it out loud so far and not saying it had somehow prohibited the whole thing from becoming real.

But it was real.

She looked at her hands. Stared at her nails, they were bitten off and ugly. Her mother would drag her to manicure before the debutante ball.

If she could go.

Lorelai took a deep breath.

"I think I'm pregnant," she mumbled.

"Let's test you, then," Dr Yates replied calmly and when Lorelai looked up at him, he didn't seem judging or disgusted or anything. "Which symptoms do you have?"

"Nothing besides I got bigger."

"Morning sickness?"

"No, not at all."

"Ravenous appetite?"

"Always." Lorelai grinned.

"Urge to urinate?"

"Hm ... yes."

"Cramps in your uterus?"

"Uh - maybe a bit? Thought that was a forecast of my period."

"When did you last have your period?"

Lorelai frowned. "Last time ... one and a half months ago. Maybe a bit more than that."

"Okay," the doctor said and stood up.

Lorelai had to lay down.

Then Dr Yates took a blood sample and after that a urine sample.

"I'm going to send it to the laboratory and call you in around two days to tell you the result, alright? Until then, please don't worry. Everything is going to be fine."

"Okay," Lorelai said and got up from the couch. "Doctor - please don't tell my parents. That's my responsibility."

Dr Yates nodded and offered his hand to her. "I would never. Medical confidentiality, remember?"

"Oh, yeah, right." Lorelai took his hand to shake it. "Thank you."

•

Two days of worrying.

Two days of knowing that the test would come out positive but still hoping it wouldn't.

Two days of planning on how to tell her parents.

How to tell Christopher.

And Luke?

It was impossible that Luke was the father. Well - not impossible but very unlikely.

It was Chris. For sure.

But what if it wasn't?

There were some cases of pregnancy, where the couple claimed to have used protection. What if it was true?

What if she had been impregnated, even though they had used a condom and she had been on the pill?

Unlikely, but not impossible.

Lorelai's panic attacks got worse with every time the telephone rang, and when finally the time came when Dr Yates was on the phone, Lorelai wanted to drop dead right here and now.

"Your suspicion was right," Dr Yates told her. "I'm not sure whether to congratulate you or send my pities, so I'll just tell you without any of them. Miss Gilmore, you're pregnant."

Lorelai sat down on the little chair next to the phone. "Okay. Thank you," she whispered.

Then she hung up, staring at the Gilmore family picture across the room in trance.

Shit.

She had to tell her parents.