Title: Looking Back Lorelai Style
Author: blue_froggy (Celia and Margaret)
Summary: We're gonna stop putting a summary, cuz u all know it.
Disclaimer: DON'T OWN ANYTHING, WB DOES, SO DONT SUE!
Author's Note: Greetings. This chap is gonna be really bad cuz we're anticipating and planning our next attack--er, fic. We just ate Mc Donalds, and now we're even crazier than we used to be, if that's possible.
Chapter 5: Doing the Splits on a Crate of Dynamite.
This chapter takes place one month after the wedding.
At the Gilmore house, the phone rang. Lorelai picked it up, since she was the only one home. "Hello?" she said. "Yes, hello, Dr. Hoffsteader. Me? I am? Well, thank you! I'll tell Luke! Bye!"
Later that evening, Luke arrived home from work. Rory wasn't coming home for dinner, so Lorelai could talk alone with Luke.
"Guess it's just the two of us for dinner," said Luke.
"The three of us," corrected Lorelai nervously.
"The---we---you" stammered Luke.
"I'm pregnant," said Lorelai. Luke smiled.
"Congratulations!" They kissed passionately.
Later that evening, Rory arrived home. "What's up?" she asked Luke when she couldn't see Lorelai.
"Well, for one thing," said Luke, "you're gonna be a big sister."
"Mom's pregnant!?!" Rory asked.
"Yes, I am," said Lorelai with a smile as she came down the stairs.
"Congratulations!" cried Rory. She hugged her mother.
~~~**&**~~~
Nine months later, in the middle of the night.
Lorelai tossed and turned in bed. She couldn't sleep. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp pain. "Ow!" she cried.
Luke woke when he heard her cry. "Let's go to the hospital," he said.
Five hours later, Lorelai was in agony. Wow, she thought. It really is like doing the splits on a crate of dynamite. She cried in pain.
"Come on, Lorelai!" said Dr. Hoffsteader. And all of a sudden it was over.
Lorelai heard a cry on the other side of the room.
Author: blue_froggy (Celia and Margaret)
Summary: We're gonna stop putting a summary, cuz u all know it.
Disclaimer: DON'T OWN ANYTHING, WB DOES, SO DONT SUE!
Author's Note: Greetings. This chap is gonna be really bad cuz we're anticipating and planning our next attack--er, fic. We just ate Mc Donalds, and now we're even crazier than we used to be, if that's possible.
Chapter 5: Doing the Splits on a Crate of Dynamite.
This chapter takes place one month after the wedding.
At the Gilmore house, the phone rang. Lorelai picked it up, since she was the only one home. "Hello?" she said. "Yes, hello, Dr. Hoffsteader. Me? I am? Well, thank you! I'll tell Luke! Bye!"
Later that evening, Luke arrived home from work. Rory wasn't coming home for dinner, so Lorelai could talk alone with Luke.
"Guess it's just the two of us for dinner," said Luke.
"The three of us," corrected Lorelai nervously.
"The---we---you" stammered Luke.
"I'm pregnant," said Lorelai. Luke smiled.
"Congratulations!" They kissed passionately.
Later that evening, Rory arrived home. "What's up?" she asked Luke when she couldn't see Lorelai.
"Well, for one thing," said Luke, "you're gonna be a big sister."
"Mom's pregnant!?!" Rory asked.
"Yes, I am," said Lorelai with a smile as she came down the stairs.
"Congratulations!" cried Rory. She hugged her mother.
~~~**&**~~~
Nine months later, in the middle of the night.
Lorelai tossed and turned in bed. She couldn't sleep. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp pain. "Ow!" she cried.
Luke woke when he heard her cry. "Let's go to the hospital," he said.
Five hours later, Lorelai was in agony. Wow, she thought. It really is like doing the splits on a crate of dynamite. She cried in pain.
"Come on, Lorelai!" said Dr. Hoffsteader. And all of a sudden it was over.
Lorelai heard a cry on the other side of the room.
