Authors Note: We think that you get the point with the rating and the
authors. So we won't put it anymore. It's just a waste of time for us to
type. In this chap, Rory and Tristan actually interact. Isn't that
AMAZING?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We mean, they did before, but
outside of the fic. And they did during earlier chaps. So with no further
a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a. Oh yeah. If you don't understand ANYTHING, Read our
previous fic. It's called Looking Back, Lorelai Style. And now, with no
further ado, THE MAIN ATTRACTION. Oh yeah. Dean does turn up in this chap.
But. Not for long will he be pursuing Rory's-er-ear.
Chapter 16: SHES, Lorelai and an Unusual Encounter
Lorelai walked quietly down the stairs. She walked through the kitchen. Quietly, she opened the door to Christopher Danes' room.
"Chris, honey. It's time to get u-" she whispered.
Chris was sitting on his bed, fully dressed, holding a twelve-subject binder.
"I'm not going," He snapped.
"Yes you are," Lorelai replied.
"No I'm not."
"Do you want me to force you? You are going to school."
"NO. I WON'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE MEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M GONNA TELL DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Chris, you will go," Lorelai said, calmly, trying not to loose her temper.
"I won't"
"Will"
"Won't"
"Will"
"Won't"
"Will"
"Fine. But only if Tristan will take me!"
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Tristan grabbed the phone. Lately, Dean had been calling, none stop and he didn't want Rory to know.
"Hello?" He said, groggily.
"Bible boy. I want to talk to Rory for the last time. Either give her the phone or don't," Dean yelled at Tristan.
"I don't have to. In fact, I don't want to. It's not like it's important. I've heard your messages. You think that I'm bad for her. Well. She would tell me if something were wrong." Before Dean could answer, Tristan hung up.
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"What?!!!!!" Tristan snapped.
"Sheesh. I didn't realize that you'd yell. Jeez." Lorelai said.
"Sorry. It's just that I've just had a very annoying phone call. I thought that he might be calling back. And I wasn't yelling."
"Yes you were. But anyway. Chris refuses to go to school unless, you take him."
"No, I wasn't. I was snapping."
"Well, will you come?"
"Yeah. I'll be over in say, ten minutes."
"Thanks."
"Bye."
"Buh-Bye."
Tristan was up and dressed in the next two minutes. He hurried into the kitchen where he saw Rory, reading the paper and sipping a mug of coffee.
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"Breakfast at Luke's at nine thirty?" Tristan asked.
"Sure. Where are you going?" Rory replied.
"To drop off Chris, he won't let your mom take him."
"Ok. See you soon."
Tristan bent and kissed Rory, passionately (A/N: This was Celia's work. However, I am EXTREMELY proud of this scene, especially the exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!). He stood and left.
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Tristan stood outside of Lorelai's house. Lorelai, half dragging, half carrying, a sobbing Chris out of the door.
"TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN!" he screeched, leaping from his mom's arms ran for Tristan. Lorelai didn't let go of her son, pulling him back.
"He's here to take you to school, not be strangled," Lorelai said. She tossed Tristan the keys. "Can you drive?" she asked.
"Of course," he replied, catching the keys. He opened the back door of the jeep and picked Chris up and put him in. He then closed the door and opened the door to the drivers seat.
"Lorelai?" Tristan called.
"Sorry," Lorelai said as she emerged from the house, "Can't come. Gotta wait for the coffee to finish being made."
"Ok."
It took several minutes to get Chris to stop yelling "TRISTAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!" at the top of his lungs. But when even Tristan covered his ears, he became quiet. He was silent the rest of the drive.
SHES (Stars Hollow Elementary School), was a small brick building in the center of town. Chris looked excited as he ran up the steps. Tristan followed him up the steps and took his hand. They found the kindergarten, on the second floor. It looked like a welcoming place.
On the door it said, "Welcome SHES Kindergarten! Rachel, Grace, Peter, Christopher, Samantha, Michael, Phoebe, Jenna, Haley, Andrew L, Alexander, Wyatt, Brian, Claire, Andrew R, Jacob, Emma." Each child's name was painted on an apple, and all the apples were on a giant tree.
"Look, there's my name!" cried Chris.
"That's right, Chris! And look, there's Wyatt's name, too. Looks like Wyatt's gonna be in your class." He turned the knob, pushed the door, and led Chris into the room.
Immediately, a smiling teacher greeted Christopher and Tristan. "Hello! My name is Miss Sassani! It's so nice to have you in our class! What is your name?"
"My name is Christopher Gilmore Danes. I am five years old, and my birthday is November 16. I live at 21 Cherry Street, and my phone number is-"
"Chris…" interrupted Tristan.
Ms. Sassani smiled. "That's very good that you know your address and phone number, Christopher, that way if you ever get lost, you can find your way home easily." She turned to Tristan. "And who are you?"
"I'm Tristan."
"Are you Christopher's father?"
"Um, no, I'm his brother-in-law."
Ms. Sassani looked as if he'd swallowed an apple whole. "His brother-in- law?"
Tristan looked uncomfortable. "Yes, his older sister, Rory, who's seventeen years older than he is, is my wife. Umm, it's kind of a long story, but I doubt Lorelai—that's Christopher's mother—will mind if I tell you. Just as long as it remains between you and me. Lorelai had Rory, my wife, at sixteen. Sixteen years later, Lorelai married Luke, Christopher's father, and they had Christopher. Lorelai is currently expecting twins. Rory and I were enemies in high school, but then in college we fell in love. We married right after graduation, and Rory is now pregnant. When I moved to Stars Hollow, Christopher and I became best buddies. Right, Chris?"
"You bet!" Chris grinned. On the other side of the room, a girl called Chris.
"Hi, my name's Emma, want to play with me? I'm making a block town."
"Okay!" Chris ran over to the block corner and began to play happily.
"I better go now, Ms. Sassani, I can tell he's in good hands. Have a good day, Chris!"
Tristan left. Ms. Sassani called the class to order. She began to call the roll. (A/N: We know this is tedious, but we want to show off the names we made up. Also, three of these names have hidden meaning, if you can figure out all three, we will give you a prize.)
"Okay, girls and boys, when I say your name, just say 'here!' Rachel Aniston?"
"Here!"
"Grace Benjamin?"
"Here!"
"Peter Chapman?"
"Here! But call me Pete."
"Christopher Danes?"
"Present! Oh, and I'm called Chris." Ms. Sassani smiled.
"Samantha Davis?"
"Here! Call me Sami."
"Michael Doose?"
"Here! But I'm Mike."
"Phoebe Harding?"
"Here!"
"Jenna Izumi?"
"Here! And everybody calls me Juju, I don't know why."
"Haley Klaus?"
"Here!"
"Andrew Littleton?"
"Here!"
"Alexander Lollbert-Chu?"
"Here!"
"Wyatt McAllister?"
"HI!"
"Brian Mitchell?"
"Here!"
"Claire Mitchell?"
"Here! And Brian's my brother."
"Andrew Rothschild?"
"Here!"
"Jacob Stein?"
"Here! It's Jake."
"Emma Thompson?"
"Here!"
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Meanwhile, out in the hall, as Tristan was leaving, worried because he was late for breakfast with Rory, he bumped into a tall, brown-haired man. "Bag Boy? What are you doing here?"
"I just dropped off my daughter, Emma. Don't look at me funny, I married my wife when I was eighteen and we had her. It wasn't a mistake. Anyway, I only want to reach Rory so we can be friends, I'm serious. And anyway, why are you here? Don't tell me you got Rory pregnant without letting her go to college!"
"No, I'm dropping off Christopher, Lorelai and Luke's son. And I think I might just have to let you get along with us, because Christopher and Emma were fast friends. But I have to go now, call us sometime to set up a dinner date. Bye!" Tristan rushed (A/N: we DO mean rushed) off to Luke's.
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"You are thirteen minutes, seventeen seconds and -…- three no four milliseconds late," Rory said from the counter.
"I'm sorry. There was a time when Chris screeched so loudly that he nearly deafened me," Tristan replied.
"So now you're blaming my little brother?" Rory teased.
"No. I'm blaming his vocal cords."
"So you're blaming him."
"Ok. I am."
"Haha. I am triumphant."
"And, I ran into um, an—old friend—dropping of his kid. So Luke, can I have scrambled eggs and toast?"
"And what to drink? Coffee I presume." Luke said.
"Uh-huh."
"Ok."
"Hello, Lukey." Lorelai came through the door.
"Hi," Luke responded.
"Two mugs of coffee please." Lorelai pleaded with puppy-eyes.
"One." Luke said, firmly.
"But I want two."
"One."
"Please!!!!!!"
"No. You have one at home. Remember what the doctor said? Two cups in the morning, two cups at night and two cups at noon."
"Mom can only have six cups of coffee?" Rory asked Luke.
"Not really. I just tell her that to keep her healthy. She doesn't like to talk about it which is why I'm whispering." Luke whispered to Rory and Tristan.
"Mom. If the doctor said, you should."
"FINE. Rory I thought that you would support me." Lorelai complained as she handed Luke the other cup. "Can you at least warm it up for me?"
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About an hour later, Lorelai was sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office. Today was the day she could find out the sex of her twins. Luke had refused to come, as he hated doctor's offices in all forms, so Lorelai was there alone.
"Mrs. Danes?" the receptionist called. Lorelai put down her "Fit Pregnancy" magazine and walked into the room. The doctor did the sonogram. When the doctor was finished, she spoke up.
"Lorelai, would you like to know the sex of your identical twins?"
"Yes, I would."
"You are having two little girls."
Lorelai smiled. "Thanks, doctor!"
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Tristan stood outside of SHES when Chris came out. He was crying.
"What's wrong?" Tristan asked him.
"No –HIC- Home –HIC- Work –Hic-," Chris replied, in tears and hiccoughing as he tightly hugged his twelve-subject binder.
"Chris, believe me, by the time you're in college, you won't want homework anymore. Just trust me. Now let's go to your dad's diner and get you some lunch." When they arrived at Luke's, Lorelai and Rory came running out the door.
"I'm having two girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Lorelai yelled. Luke came out, and everybody hugged, even Chris, who by now had gotten used to the fact that he was going to have twin sisters, and was not going to get locked in the bathroom.
Hey, it's us again. We are proud because that chap was quite long. By the way, SHES is such a cool acronym we just can't get over it! NOW, R/R!
Chapter 16: SHES, Lorelai and an Unusual Encounter
Lorelai walked quietly down the stairs. She walked through the kitchen. Quietly, she opened the door to Christopher Danes' room.
"Chris, honey. It's time to get u-" she whispered.
Chris was sitting on his bed, fully dressed, holding a twelve-subject binder.
"I'm not going," He snapped.
"Yes you are," Lorelai replied.
"No I'm not."
"Do you want me to force you? You are going to school."
"NO. I WON'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE MEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M GONNA TELL DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Chris, you will go," Lorelai said, calmly, trying not to loose her temper.
"I won't"
"Will"
"Won't"
"Will"
"Won't"
"Will"
"Fine. But only if Tristan will take me!"
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Tristan grabbed the phone. Lately, Dean had been calling, none stop and he didn't want Rory to know.
"Hello?" He said, groggily.
"Bible boy. I want to talk to Rory for the last time. Either give her the phone or don't," Dean yelled at Tristan.
"I don't have to. In fact, I don't want to. It's not like it's important. I've heard your messages. You think that I'm bad for her. Well. She would tell me if something were wrong." Before Dean could answer, Tristan hung up.
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"What?!!!!!" Tristan snapped.
"Sheesh. I didn't realize that you'd yell. Jeez." Lorelai said.
"Sorry. It's just that I've just had a very annoying phone call. I thought that he might be calling back. And I wasn't yelling."
"Yes you were. But anyway. Chris refuses to go to school unless, you take him."
"No, I wasn't. I was snapping."
"Well, will you come?"
"Yeah. I'll be over in say, ten minutes."
"Thanks."
"Bye."
"Buh-Bye."
Tristan was up and dressed in the next two minutes. He hurried into the kitchen where he saw Rory, reading the paper and sipping a mug of coffee.
(A/N: INTERACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 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"Breakfast at Luke's at nine thirty?" Tristan asked.
"Sure. Where are you going?" Rory replied.
"To drop off Chris, he won't let your mom take him."
"Ok. See you soon."
Tristan bent and kissed Rory, passionately (A/N: This was Celia's work. However, I am EXTREMELY proud of this scene, especially the exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!). He stood and left.
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Tristan stood outside of Lorelai's house. Lorelai, half dragging, half carrying, a sobbing Chris out of the door.
"TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN! TRISTAN!" he screeched, leaping from his mom's arms ran for Tristan. Lorelai didn't let go of her son, pulling him back.
"He's here to take you to school, not be strangled," Lorelai said. She tossed Tristan the keys. "Can you drive?" she asked.
"Of course," he replied, catching the keys. He opened the back door of the jeep and picked Chris up and put him in. He then closed the door and opened the door to the drivers seat.
"Lorelai?" Tristan called.
"Sorry," Lorelai said as she emerged from the house, "Can't come. Gotta wait for the coffee to finish being made."
"Ok."
It took several minutes to get Chris to stop yelling "TRISTAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!" at the top of his lungs. But when even Tristan covered his ears, he became quiet. He was silent the rest of the drive.
SHES (Stars Hollow Elementary School), was a small brick building in the center of town. Chris looked excited as he ran up the steps. Tristan followed him up the steps and took his hand. They found the kindergarten, on the second floor. It looked like a welcoming place.
On the door it said, "Welcome SHES Kindergarten! Rachel, Grace, Peter, Christopher, Samantha, Michael, Phoebe, Jenna, Haley, Andrew L, Alexander, Wyatt, Brian, Claire, Andrew R, Jacob, Emma." Each child's name was painted on an apple, and all the apples were on a giant tree.
"Look, there's my name!" cried Chris.
"That's right, Chris! And look, there's Wyatt's name, too. Looks like Wyatt's gonna be in your class." He turned the knob, pushed the door, and led Chris into the room.
Immediately, a smiling teacher greeted Christopher and Tristan. "Hello! My name is Miss Sassani! It's so nice to have you in our class! What is your name?"
"My name is Christopher Gilmore Danes. I am five years old, and my birthday is November 16. I live at 21 Cherry Street, and my phone number is-"
"Chris…" interrupted Tristan.
Ms. Sassani smiled. "That's very good that you know your address and phone number, Christopher, that way if you ever get lost, you can find your way home easily." She turned to Tristan. "And who are you?"
"I'm Tristan."
"Are you Christopher's father?"
"Um, no, I'm his brother-in-law."
Ms. Sassani looked as if he'd swallowed an apple whole. "His brother-in- law?"
Tristan looked uncomfortable. "Yes, his older sister, Rory, who's seventeen years older than he is, is my wife. Umm, it's kind of a long story, but I doubt Lorelai—that's Christopher's mother—will mind if I tell you. Just as long as it remains between you and me. Lorelai had Rory, my wife, at sixteen. Sixteen years later, Lorelai married Luke, Christopher's father, and they had Christopher. Lorelai is currently expecting twins. Rory and I were enemies in high school, but then in college we fell in love. We married right after graduation, and Rory is now pregnant. When I moved to Stars Hollow, Christopher and I became best buddies. Right, Chris?"
"You bet!" Chris grinned. On the other side of the room, a girl called Chris.
"Hi, my name's Emma, want to play with me? I'm making a block town."
"Okay!" Chris ran over to the block corner and began to play happily.
"I better go now, Ms. Sassani, I can tell he's in good hands. Have a good day, Chris!"
Tristan left. Ms. Sassani called the class to order. She began to call the roll. (A/N: We know this is tedious, but we want to show off the names we made up. Also, three of these names have hidden meaning, if you can figure out all three, we will give you a prize.)
"Okay, girls and boys, when I say your name, just say 'here!' Rachel Aniston?"
"Here!"
"Grace Benjamin?"
"Here!"
"Peter Chapman?"
"Here! But call me Pete."
"Christopher Danes?"
"Present! Oh, and I'm called Chris." Ms. Sassani smiled.
"Samantha Davis?"
"Here! Call me Sami."
"Michael Doose?"
"Here! But I'm Mike."
"Phoebe Harding?"
"Here!"
"Jenna Izumi?"
"Here! And everybody calls me Juju, I don't know why."
"Haley Klaus?"
"Here!"
"Andrew Littleton?"
"Here!"
"Alexander Lollbert-Chu?"
"Here!"
"Wyatt McAllister?"
"HI!"
"Brian Mitchell?"
"Here!"
"Claire Mitchell?"
"Here! And Brian's my brother."
"Andrew Rothschild?"
"Here!"
"Jacob Stein?"
"Here! It's Jake."
"Emma Thompson?"
"Here!"
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Meanwhile, out in the hall, as Tristan was leaving, worried because he was late for breakfast with Rory, he bumped into a tall, brown-haired man. "Bag Boy? What are you doing here?"
"I just dropped off my daughter, Emma. Don't look at me funny, I married my wife when I was eighteen and we had her. It wasn't a mistake. Anyway, I only want to reach Rory so we can be friends, I'm serious. And anyway, why are you here? Don't tell me you got Rory pregnant without letting her go to college!"
"No, I'm dropping off Christopher, Lorelai and Luke's son. And I think I might just have to let you get along with us, because Christopher and Emma were fast friends. But I have to go now, call us sometime to set up a dinner date. Bye!" Tristan rushed (A/N: we DO mean rushed) off to Luke's.
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"You are thirteen minutes, seventeen seconds and -…- three no four milliseconds late," Rory said from the counter.
"I'm sorry. There was a time when Chris screeched so loudly that he nearly deafened me," Tristan replied.
"So now you're blaming my little brother?" Rory teased.
"No. I'm blaming his vocal cords."
"So you're blaming him."
"Ok. I am."
"Haha. I am triumphant."
"And, I ran into um, an—old friend—dropping of his kid. So Luke, can I have scrambled eggs and toast?"
"And what to drink? Coffee I presume." Luke said.
"Uh-huh."
"Ok."
"Hello, Lukey." Lorelai came through the door.
"Hi," Luke responded.
"Two mugs of coffee please." Lorelai pleaded with puppy-eyes.
"One." Luke said, firmly.
"But I want two."
"One."
"Please!!!!!!"
"No. You have one at home. Remember what the doctor said? Two cups in the morning, two cups at night and two cups at noon."
"Mom can only have six cups of coffee?" Rory asked Luke.
"Not really. I just tell her that to keep her healthy. She doesn't like to talk about it which is why I'm whispering." Luke whispered to Rory and Tristan.
"Mom. If the doctor said, you should."
"FINE. Rory I thought that you would support me." Lorelai complained as she handed Luke the other cup. "Can you at least warm it up for me?"
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About an hour later, Lorelai was sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office. Today was the day she could find out the sex of her twins. Luke had refused to come, as he hated doctor's offices in all forms, so Lorelai was there alone.
"Mrs. Danes?" the receptionist called. Lorelai put down her "Fit Pregnancy" magazine and walked into the room. The doctor did the sonogram. When the doctor was finished, she spoke up.
"Lorelai, would you like to know the sex of your identical twins?"
"Yes, I would."
"You are having two little girls."
Lorelai smiled. "Thanks, doctor!"
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Tristan stood outside of SHES when Chris came out. He was crying.
"What's wrong?" Tristan asked him.
"No –HIC- Home –HIC- Work –Hic-," Chris replied, in tears and hiccoughing as he tightly hugged his twelve-subject binder.
"Chris, believe me, by the time you're in college, you won't want homework anymore. Just trust me. Now let's go to your dad's diner and get you some lunch." When they arrived at Luke's, Lorelai and Rory came running out the door.
"I'm having two girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Lorelai yelled. Luke came out, and everybody hugged, even Chris, who by now had gotten used to the fact that he was going to have twin sisters, and was not going to get locked in the bathroom.
Hey, it's us again. We are proud because that chap was quite long. By the way, SHES is such a cool acronym we just can't get over it! NOW, R/R!