The dining table in the Gilmore's home was decorated with a floral center piece and the arrangement of that night's dinner. It would be the last peaceful, and normal, dining experience for a long time. Lorelai sensed this as she sat down at the table with her parents. They ate their dinner somewhat quietly, and then Emily started up some after dinner conversation.
"Lorelai, it will only be a few days until you come out as Hartford's newest debutante. Aren't you excited?" Emily asked with the sound of excitement in her voice.
" Mom, I don't think we should have the party, in fact, I don't want to be announced as a debutante."
"Lorelai, Why? Your mother has been planning this party for forever practically." Her father asked seeing shock in Emily's eyes.
"That's what I need to talk to you about...Hmm...Uhhnn.." Lorelai tried to laugh it off, but tears welded up in her eyes when she couldn't, "..Uhh...You see...Well,I.."
"Lorelai, get on with it!!" Her mother yelled.
With Emily voice jolting her, Lorelai rambled it out.
"I'm pregnant. I'm going to have a kid."
The rest of that night is somewhat of a blur. Her parents had a look of shellshock on their faces when Lorelai told them. Her father got up, and left the room; Emily followed him.
"Richard, Richard, we've got to talk about this." Richard ignored her, shut the door to his study, and took a bottle of Jack Daniels out of his "dealing with beyond difficult clients cabinet." But instead of just drinking his one shot glass of the whiskey, he took off the top and started to drink from the bottle.
Lorelai ran after them. "Mom, Dad, we've got to talk about this. It's not going away."
"I need a drink." Emily said, as she collapsed into a chair, and started to rub her temples. "I knew he was wrong for you, I told you not to date him, but I never, never, never expected THIS to happen." She got up and poured herself a drink. "What are we going to do? I know, we'll send you to France to live with Hopi, and you can put the baby up for adoption. No one will ever know. We'll say you wanted to go to boarding school and experience Europe..."
Lorelai interrupted her mother's rambling, "What?! I'm not moving to Europe!!"
"Fine, then, we'll pay for an abortion. No one would know if you went to Bridgeport."
"What the hell is wrong with you? I'm keeping this baby, mom, I'm going to raise it. I'm not getting rid of my child."
"And what are you and Christopher going to do? Get married and raise this baby?" Emily began to sound more delirious by the minute.
"We're not getting married. I don't know where I'm going to raise it."
A somewhat drunk Richard, overhearing the conversation, burst out from his study, with a now half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels. He stared discustingly at his daughter for a moment, grabbed his coat and car keys, and walked out of the door. Emily followed him, trying to stop him. Lorelai burst into tears. She decided to leave before her mom came back. She grabbed her own coat, and walked out of the backdoor.
Emily came back in with tears on her face, noticing the house empty, she screamed, "LORELAI."
"Lorelai, it will only be a few days until you come out as Hartford's newest debutante. Aren't you excited?" Emily asked with the sound of excitement in her voice.
" Mom, I don't think we should have the party, in fact, I don't want to be announced as a debutante."
"Lorelai, Why? Your mother has been planning this party for forever practically." Her father asked seeing shock in Emily's eyes.
"That's what I need to talk to you about...Hmm...Uhhnn.." Lorelai tried to laugh it off, but tears welded up in her eyes when she couldn't, "..Uhh...You see...Well,I.."
"Lorelai, get on with it!!" Her mother yelled.
With Emily voice jolting her, Lorelai rambled it out.
"I'm pregnant. I'm going to have a kid."
The rest of that night is somewhat of a blur. Her parents had a look of shellshock on their faces when Lorelai told them. Her father got up, and left the room; Emily followed him.
"Richard, Richard, we've got to talk about this." Richard ignored her, shut the door to his study, and took a bottle of Jack Daniels out of his "dealing with beyond difficult clients cabinet." But instead of just drinking his one shot glass of the whiskey, he took off the top and started to drink from the bottle.
Lorelai ran after them. "Mom, Dad, we've got to talk about this. It's not going away."
"I need a drink." Emily said, as she collapsed into a chair, and started to rub her temples. "I knew he was wrong for you, I told you not to date him, but I never, never, never expected THIS to happen." She got up and poured herself a drink. "What are we going to do? I know, we'll send you to France to live with Hopi, and you can put the baby up for adoption. No one will ever know. We'll say you wanted to go to boarding school and experience Europe..."
Lorelai interrupted her mother's rambling, "What?! I'm not moving to Europe!!"
"Fine, then, we'll pay for an abortion. No one would know if you went to Bridgeport."
"What the hell is wrong with you? I'm keeping this baby, mom, I'm going to raise it. I'm not getting rid of my child."
"And what are you and Christopher going to do? Get married and raise this baby?" Emily began to sound more delirious by the minute.
"We're not getting married. I don't know where I'm going to raise it."
A somewhat drunk Richard, overhearing the conversation, burst out from his study, with a now half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels. He stared discustingly at his daughter for a moment, grabbed his coat and car keys, and walked out of the door. Emily followed him, trying to stop him. Lorelai burst into tears. She decided to leave before her mom came back. She grabbed her own coat, and walked out of the backdoor.
Emily came back in with tears on her face, noticing the house empty, she screamed, "LORELAI."