Title: Life As I Know It
Chapter 8: Options
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls.
Date: June 1984
Lorelai is: 16 weeks along. (That's four months, to all of the English majors.)
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"Well, Lorelai, you're coming along very well. I just need you to remember to try to stay away from caffeine and stress. The alcohol and smoking I assume you are not partaking in, either?" Dr. Joelle looked at Lorelai mock-sternly.
"Well, Dr. Joelle, I'm not smoking or drinking, and I'm trying as hard as I can to only drink de-caf, but the stress thing is a little harder. You see, my parents' friends are coming over for dinner tonight. Or, their former friends."
"The father's parents, along with the father?"
"Yeah. And they know that I'm pregnant, but I'm afraid they'll be surprised when they, you know, see me. And I'm afraid everyone will fight."
"Ahh. Well, try to steer everyone away from topics that could cause a fight, and wear loose clothes, so no one will know."
"Okay, thank you, doctor."
"No problem, Lorelai. You can go now. Don't forget to schedule another appointment with Laura."
"Okay, thank you."
Lorelai hopped off of the table and headed home, dreading the impending dinner.
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"Christopher, you are going to do the right thing! Now take the ring."
Francine Hayden shoved the velvot box under Christopher's nose. He plucked it out of her hand and got out of the car, shoving the box deep into his jacket pocket as he stalked to the Gilmores' front door. His parents were right behind him.
"Be nice," they hissed to each other, before putting on big fake smiles and ringing the bell. Emily, in an identical big fake smile, answered the door and ushered the threesome into the sitting room.
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Lorelai walked slowly down the stairs, hoping that the dress she had on was loose enough. She was hardly showing, but if she wore jeans, you could see a slight bump, and she didn't want the Haydens to yell. Her breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of Christopher. He had been avoiding her and now she was too embarrased to talk to him. She gathered all of her strength and resolve and rounded the corner into the sitting room.
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The Haydens looked up as Lorelai walked into the room. She got a champagne glass with water and sat down on the love seat next to Christopher. The couch with the Gilmores were on one side, the couch with the Haydens on the other. No one talked. No one moved. They hardly breathed. Then Francine looked pointedly at Chris, and he slid off the love seat to a kneeling position in front of Lorelai. All three of the Gilmores gasped.
"Lorelai, will you marry me?"
"Why?"
The adults gasped.
"Uh, whaddya mean, 'why?'" Christopher stammered.
"I mean, are you only doing this because it's 'the right thing to do'?" Lorelai added air quotes. "Or are you doing this because you really think we should get married?"
"Uh...."
"Because, personally, I think that we are not old enough to get married. We're not ready. I don't think we should. I think we should wait. Get through the pregnancy, if we can, wait till the baby's a little older and we're ready, and then, if we're still together, you can propose again. So no thank you right now."
Christopher was entirely lost. "Uh, Mom? What do I do now?"
"I don't know. If this horrible little--"
"Horrible? Don't talk about my daughter like that!..."
Lorelai went upstairs, dug in her closet for her supply of junk food, and sat on her bed munching on a Hershey bar.
Chapter 8: Options
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls.
Date: June 1984
Lorelai is: 16 weeks along. (That's four months, to all of the English majors.)
~~~~~~~
"Well, Lorelai, you're coming along very well. I just need you to remember to try to stay away from caffeine and stress. The alcohol and smoking I assume you are not partaking in, either?" Dr. Joelle looked at Lorelai mock-sternly.
"Well, Dr. Joelle, I'm not smoking or drinking, and I'm trying as hard as I can to only drink de-caf, but the stress thing is a little harder. You see, my parents' friends are coming over for dinner tonight. Or, their former friends."
"The father's parents, along with the father?"
"Yeah. And they know that I'm pregnant, but I'm afraid they'll be surprised when they, you know, see me. And I'm afraid everyone will fight."
"Ahh. Well, try to steer everyone away from topics that could cause a fight, and wear loose clothes, so no one will know."
"Okay, thank you, doctor."
"No problem, Lorelai. You can go now. Don't forget to schedule another appointment with Laura."
"Okay, thank you."
Lorelai hopped off of the table and headed home, dreading the impending dinner.
~~~~~~
"Christopher, you are going to do the right thing! Now take the ring."
Francine Hayden shoved the velvot box under Christopher's nose. He plucked it out of her hand and got out of the car, shoving the box deep into his jacket pocket as he stalked to the Gilmores' front door. His parents were right behind him.
"Be nice," they hissed to each other, before putting on big fake smiles and ringing the bell. Emily, in an identical big fake smile, answered the door and ushered the threesome into the sitting room.
~~~~~~
Lorelai walked slowly down the stairs, hoping that the dress she had on was loose enough. She was hardly showing, but if she wore jeans, you could see a slight bump, and she didn't want the Haydens to yell. Her breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of Christopher. He had been avoiding her and now she was too embarrased to talk to him. She gathered all of her strength and resolve and rounded the corner into the sitting room.
~~~~~~
The Haydens looked up as Lorelai walked into the room. She got a champagne glass with water and sat down on the love seat next to Christopher. The couch with the Gilmores were on one side, the couch with the Haydens on the other. No one talked. No one moved. They hardly breathed. Then Francine looked pointedly at Chris, and he slid off the love seat to a kneeling position in front of Lorelai. All three of the Gilmores gasped.
"Lorelai, will you marry me?"
"Why?"
The adults gasped.
"Uh, whaddya mean, 'why?'" Christopher stammered.
"I mean, are you only doing this because it's 'the right thing to do'?" Lorelai added air quotes. "Or are you doing this because you really think we should get married?"
"Uh...."
"Because, personally, I think that we are not old enough to get married. We're not ready. I don't think we should. I think we should wait. Get through the pregnancy, if we can, wait till the baby's a little older and we're ready, and then, if we're still together, you can propose again. So no thank you right now."
Christopher was entirely lost. "Uh, Mom? What do I do now?"
"I don't know. If this horrible little--"
"Horrible? Don't talk about my daughter like that!..."
Lorelai went upstairs, dug in her closet for her supply of junk food, and sat on her bed munching on a Hershey bar.