Title: Always You
Chapter 15: Yes, I do like the Bangles...How'd you know?
A/N: Hey, wouldn't it be cool if this story were a little closer to being over? Just me? Oh, well.
Hey, I think I'm ending the story soon! Like this chapter probably! Yay!
I'm fast-fowarding. It's Febuary, and Lorelai's due in, like, three days. Enjoy!
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I hate being pregnant, Lorelai thought as she tried to towel herself off one cold winter morning. I mean, it goes in cycles. The first few months, it sucks, cause you're always throwing up. Then it's cool for about four months, and then you just get sick and tired of it. Well, that's me. I'm sick and tired of it.
Lorelai gave up on trying to make herself dry and wrapped her robe around her bulging stomach. She sighed and unwillingly opened the bathroom door. Yep, just as she'd suspected. The heat was on. Even when the other two weren't home, the heat was on. Lorelai waddled out of the bathroom and towards her room. Not ready to put on hot clothes yet, Lorelai sat on her bed and brushed her hair. She glanced at her feet.
Huh, she thought, noticing the chipped nail polish. I haven't seen my toes in about two months. Being pregnant is weird.
Bored with her toes, her hair...straight, at least, Lorelai pushed herself from the bed and walked over to her dresser. She threw the brush on top of the other crap and started out of her room, downstairs.
"Coffee coffee coffee," she sang under her breath, making her way to the kitchen. "I must have coffee."
There was already some coffee brewing in the coffee maker, and Lorelai silently blessed both Chris and Rory, and then immediately cursed them as she realized her hair was sticking to the back of her neck. In the middle of winter.
"It's too damn hot," Lorelai muttered, carrying her now full coffee cup to the thermostat. It was set on seventy. "Hot," Lorelai muttered again. She changed it to fifty-eight and then stood back in pleasure. "Not."
Satisified, she carried her coffee cup to the kitchen table. She sat down and then realized she was without both food and something to do. So, she got back up, stuck two Pop-Tarts in the toaster, and dug through the recycle pile for an old issue of Modern Bride that Rory had bought when she'd gone through her 'my parents are getting married! plan plan plan now!' phase. Lorelai threw it on the table and refilled her coffee cup. Walking back to the table, she felt liquid running down her legs and puddling on the floor.
"Great, just when I'd gotten dry, you decide to come out," Lorelai said to her stomach, setting the coffee on the table and picking up the phone. "Do you know how hard it is for me to clean stuff like that up?"
She dialed a number, and when someone answered on the other line she said, "Your second kid wants to come out. Pick up the first one and meet me at the hospital, kay? Kay."
"Wha--?" Chris asked, but Lorelai interrupted him.
"I'm gonna call Babette, cause she promised to drive me to the hospital if you weren't home. I love you very much, although I have a feeling I will hate you in about ten minutes."
"Love you, too."
"Shush and get going. Bye." Lorelai hung up the phone and threw it on the kitchen table. Sighing, she walked back to the bottom of the stairs and looked up.
"My clothes are so far away...and Rory's stupid just as skinny as she was nine months ago." Lorelai sighed again. "Being pregnant sucks."
Waddling up the stairs, Lorelai rubbed her stomach and kept up a perpetual conversation.
"You're going to be coming out soon, and I know I'm gonna love you and everything, but if you see me screaming, it's not your fault. It's your daddy's."
Having reached the top of the stairs, she realized that she'd left the phone--which she needed to call Babette--on the kitchen table, next to her rapidly cooling coffee. Groaning, she continued to her room and dressed. Mumbling to herself about their lack of a second phone, she walked back downstairs and eventually reached the phone. Dialing the familiar number, Lorelai took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. It was cold. Practically freezing.
"Hello?" Babette asked on the other end of the phone.
"Hey, Babette, it's Lorelai," Lorelai started, but Babette interrupted her with a big gasp.
"Is it time, sweetie?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be right there. Grab your coat and meet me in the car." Babette hung up, and almost immediately, Lorelai heard her car start up outside.
"Lorelai, baby doll, let's get going!" she yelled. Lorelai smiled, grabbed her coat, and headed out the door.
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"It's that time of year, guys," a teacher at Chilton was saying. "I know you guys are all nerve-wrackingly worried about college right now, but let me assure you, that this project will surely take your minds off it."
Almost the entire class groaned at the word "project", save two--Paris and Rory.
"You're going to have to create your own village, based on those in the Greek myths we've been studying for the past two months. You can be as creative as you like, but there are a few major criteria."
Rory suddenly felt a slight buzz at her waist, and, after looking around to see no one was looking, she discreetly checked her pager.
Baby front of school now.
"Omigod," Rory breathed. She raised her hand. "May I be excused to the office?" she asked without allowing herself to be called on. The teacher, annoyed that she'd been interrupted, nodded slightly, and Rory grabbed her stuff and ran from the room, catching a confused look from Paris.
"Baby," she mouthed, and Paris nodded.
Rory ran through the hallways at Chilton, not even bothering to stop by the office. She made her way directly to the front of the school, where her father was standing outside, leaning against his idling car.
"Let's go," Chris said, getting into the Volvo. Rory nodded and got in next to him.
"How's Mom?"
Chris shook his head. "You're mother's certifiably insane, I'm not kidding. She actually called me and said that 'my second kid' wanted to come out, so she told me to pick up 'my first kid and meet her at the hospital.' And that's basically all she said."
Rory smiled. "Sounds like Mom."
"Sure does."
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Rory was pacing outside of her mother's delivery room. Lorelai had kicked her out when she'd started pushing, saying that she didn't want to kill Rory for the pain, only Chris. So Rory had been forced to stand outside her mother's delivery room where her little sibling was being born. Her grandparents were around, somewhere--Richard had wandered off in the search of a worthy newspaper, while Emily was pacing near the vending machines, a cold cup of coffee in her hand, deciding whether or not to rejoice over the birth of her second grandchild. Rory, somehow alone in the big hospital, needed some kind of comfort, so she pulled out her cell phone and, after checking that it was after three, and Jess would be out of school, called the diner.
"Luke's," Luke answered.
"Hey, Luke, this is Rory. Is Jess there?"
"Lemme get him. JESS!" Luke yelled. "PHONE!"
There was a slight pause, and then Jess' voice rang out over the line. "Yeah?"
"Jess," Rory said.
"Hey," Jess smiled. "Where are you? I waited for you to get off the bus, but you didn't. You stuck at school?"
"No, I'm in the hospital."
"What? Why?" Jess said, worried.
"Mom's giving birth."
"Oh. I'll be right there."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Bye." Jess smiled again and hung up the phone. "Luke, I'm out."
"You just got here," Luke complained.
"That was Rory on the phone. Lorelai's having a baby."
"You just now noticed that?" Luke asked, slightly bitter.
"No, she's having her baby. Right now. In the hospital."
"Oh. I'll take you."
"What?"
"I'll drive you to Hartford."
"I"ve got a car," Jess pointed out.
"Yeah, but it stalls all the time. You don't want to be stalled on the way to the hospital, do you?"
"No, I guess not."
"Good. Let's go." Luke started for the door.
"By the way, how's Nicole doing?" Jess asked non-chalantly.
"And we're back," Luke turned around and headed for behind the counter. After a second, he threw his keys at Jess. "Take the truck. Be home in time for closing."
"You got it." And Jess breezed from the diner, leaving his very confused uncle serving food to Kirk.
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"Oh, he's so cute," Rory gushed, sitting on the edge of her mother's bed and peering at her new baby brother.
"I'm...just so thrilled he's out," Lorelai said.
"Does he have a name?" Rory asked, looking from her mother to her father.
"No. We were hoping you could help us with that." Chris said.
"Yeah, all of my ideas came from TV and movies, and all of Chris' ideas came from bands. We figured all of yours would come from books, so we decided we'd pick the best of the best."
"Oh, okay. You know, you could just look through the print-outs from americanbaby.com I brought." Rory said, holding up a packet of papers. "I figured there might be some indecision, so I searched on AOL."
"That's my ever-prepared pretty daughter!" Lorelai exclaimed. Rory and Chris both looked at her like she was crazy, so she showed them her IV, and they nodded.
"Anyway, you don't need the girl pages, anymore, so here's the boy packet. One copy for each of us." Rory handed packets to her mother and father.
"Not Jacob," Lorelai said immediately.
"Or Andrew, or Joshua," Chris added.
"God, these are all normal names." Lorelai complained.
"They're the most popular names," Rory explained.
"Listen to the explanation of the name 'Matthew'," Chris said. "'The name Matthew has two distinct images: an outgoing young individualist who is cute, strong, and mischievous or a hardworking, reserved, traditional family man.' That sounds okay."
"I like the first description." Lorelai grinned.
"So Matthew's a possibility?" Rory asked. When her parents nodded, she pulled out a pad of paper and wrote it down. "Anything else?"
"Anthony, maybe," Chris said. Lorelai laughed. "What's so funny?" Chris asked.
"Hey, Antony! Your sister's knocked up and your brother's in the East river. How you doin'?" Lorelai yelled in a Brooklyn accent.
"So, that's a no for Anthony," Rory said, and Chris nodded emphatically next to the laughing Lorelai.
"God, Rory, there's like thousands of names here," Lorelai eventually complained, after she stopped laughing.
"I know. You don't have to choose a name right now, I guess."
"No, we don't." Chris said, flipping through the pages of the packet.
"So you guys just look through the names, I'm gonna go get a soda."
"Bye, sweetie!" Lorelai called as Rory walked out of the room. Then she and Christopher descended into a peaceful silence. All of a sudden, Lorelai burst out laughing...again.
"What is it this time?" Chris asked.
"Under 'names of attractive boys' they have the name Kirk!" And Lorelai couldn't be reached for the next ten minutes, she was laughing so hard.
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"Hey," a familiar voice said behind Rory as she stood up from getting her soda. She twirled around.
"Jess! Hey!" she threw her arms around his neck. "Thanks for coming. I just felt kind of alone, and I wanted to give my parents some time alone with my brother."
"No problem. So, it's a boy?"
"Yeah."
"It's an unnamed boy?"
"Oh, uh-huh. They're having the hardest time coming up with anything at all."
"Huh. Your dad's last name is Hayden, right?"
"Right."
"So it'd be 'whatever Hayden.'" Jess confirmed. Rory nodded.
"Did they ever think about...I dunno. What's that band your mom's always raving about? That girl group from the 80s?"
"The Bangles?" Rory asked increduously.
"Yeah, the Bangles. She's bound to know way too many details about them, including the names of their husbands, significant others, and good guys in their songs. Ask her about that."
"You're so smart," Rory declared, kissing Jess softly before pulling him behind her into Lorelai's room.
"Jess just had the most fabulous idea," Rory announced, "about the baby's name."
"Ooh, what? We're completely lost."
"Well, Jess mentioned something about names from the Bangles. Like, their significant others, the names of the good guys in their songs, stuff like that."
"Ooh, I know this!" Lorelai's eyes lit up. "Okay, Susannah's married to Jay--no, I'm not naming my kid Jay. Vicki's engaged to John, Debbi's married to Steve, Michael--ooh, Michael!" Lorelai looked expectantly at Chris, who nodded. Rory wrote the new name down on the pad of paper, and then lifted the baby from Chris' hands and sat down. Lorelai continued thinking about names from the Bangles.
"I think the only two boys' names I've heard in Bangles songs are Denny and James. OOH! I have the best name in the world in my head right now!"
"And it is..." Chris, now baby-less, prompted.
"James Michael Hayden! Jimmy Hayden. James Hayden. Michael Hayden. Jim Hayden. Mike Hayden. Mikey Hayden. It works on so many levels. Don't you agree?"
Chris nodded, while Rory glanced at her wide-awake little brother.
"Let's ask him," she said suddenly, and then before anyone could speak, she leaned closer to the infant and cooed, "Do you like the name James Michael? Is that your name? Is your name James Michael Hayden?" The baby just continued gazing back at Rory, who smiled and looked at the other three in the room. "He's not crying, I think it's good."
"Good. James Michael Hayden it is," Lorelai confirmed.
"Oh! I just realized why that name sounds so familiar," Chris said suddenly.
"Why?" Jess asked.
"James Michael Tyler plays Gunther on Friends."
"Oh, yeah," Lorelai nodded. "I still like the name. Just as long as he doesn't die his hair that awful bleach blonde color."
"I agree." Chris nodded and settled himself onto the bed next to Lorelai. Jess walked over to Rory and settled his arm on her shoulders.
"Hi," he whispered to her little brother. "How are you? I'm Jess. It's nice to meet you, James." Jess offered his finger and shook the little hand half buried in the blanket. James grabbed Jess' finger and held on as tight as he could. Rory smiled.
Chapter 15: Yes, I do like the Bangles...How'd you know?
A/N: Hey, wouldn't it be cool if this story were a little closer to being over? Just me? Oh, well.
Hey, I think I'm ending the story soon! Like this chapter probably! Yay!
I'm fast-fowarding. It's Febuary, and Lorelai's due in, like, three days. Enjoy!
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I hate being pregnant, Lorelai thought as she tried to towel herself off one cold winter morning. I mean, it goes in cycles. The first few months, it sucks, cause you're always throwing up. Then it's cool for about four months, and then you just get sick and tired of it. Well, that's me. I'm sick and tired of it.
Lorelai gave up on trying to make herself dry and wrapped her robe around her bulging stomach. She sighed and unwillingly opened the bathroom door. Yep, just as she'd suspected. The heat was on. Even when the other two weren't home, the heat was on. Lorelai waddled out of the bathroom and towards her room. Not ready to put on hot clothes yet, Lorelai sat on her bed and brushed her hair. She glanced at her feet.
Huh, she thought, noticing the chipped nail polish. I haven't seen my toes in about two months. Being pregnant is weird.
Bored with her toes, her hair...straight, at least, Lorelai pushed herself from the bed and walked over to her dresser. She threw the brush on top of the other crap and started out of her room, downstairs.
"Coffee coffee coffee," she sang under her breath, making her way to the kitchen. "I must have coffee."
There was already some coffee brewing in the coffee maker, and Lorelai silently blessed both Chris and Rory, and then immediately cursed them as she realized her hair was sticking to the back of her neck. In the middle of winter.
"It's too damn hot," Lorelai muttered, carrying her now full coffee cup to the thermostat. It was set on seventy. "Hot," Lorelai muttered again. She changed it to fifty-eight and then stood back in pleasure. "Not."
Satisified, she carried her coffee cup to the kitchen table. She sat down and then realized she was without both food and something to do. So, she got back up, stuck two Pop-Tarts in the toaster, and dug through the recycle pile for an old issue of Modern Bride that Rory had bought when she'd gone through her 'my parents are getting married! plan plan plan now!' phase. Lorelai threw it on the table and refilled her coffee cup. Walking back to the table, she felt liquid running down her legs and puddling on the floor.
"Great, just when I'd gotten dry, you decide to come out," Lorelai said to her stomach, setting the coffee on the table and picking up the phone. "Do you know how hard it is for me to clean stuff like that up?"
She dialed a number, and when someone answered on the other line she said, "Your second kid wants to come out. Pick up the first one and meet me at the hospital, kay? Kay."
"Wha--?" Chris asked, but Lorelai interrupted him.
"I'm gonna call Babette, cause she promised to drive me to the hospital if you weren't home. I love you very much, although I have a feeling I will hate you in about ten minutes."
"Love you, too."
"Shush and get going. Bye." Lorelai hung up the phone and threw it on the kitchen table. Sighing, she walked back to the bottom of the stairs and looked up.
"My clothes are so far away...and Rory's stupid just as skinny as she was nine months ago." Lorelai sighed again. "Being pregnant sucks."
Waddling up the stairs, Lorelai rubbed her stomach and kept up a perpetual conversation.
"You're going to be coming out soon, and I know I'm gonna love you and everything, but if you see me screaming, it's not your fault. It's your daddy's."
Having reached the top of the stairs, she realized that she'd left the phone--which she needed to call Babette--on the kitchen table, next to her rapidly cooling coffee. Groaning, she continued to her room and dressed. Mumbling to herself about their lack of a second phone, she walked back downstairs and eventually reached the phone. Dialing the familiar number, Lorelai took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. It was cold. Practically freezing.
"Hello?" Babette asked on the other end of the phone.
"Hey, Babette, it's Lorelai," Lorelai started, but Babette interrupted her with a big gasp.
"Is it time, sweetie?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be right there. Grab your coat and meet me in the car." Babette hung up, and almost immediately, Lorelai heard her car start up outside.
"Lorelai, baby doll, let's get going!" she yelled. Lorelai smiled, grabbed her coat, and headed out the door.
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"It's that time of year, guys," a teacher at Chilton was saying. "I know you guys are all nerve-wrackingly worried about college right now, but let me assure you, that this project will surely take your minds off it."
Almost the entire class groaned at the word "project", save two--Paris and Rory.
"You're going to have to create your own village, based on those in the Greek myths we've been studying for the past two months. You can be as creative as you like, but there are a few major criteria."
Rory suddenly felt a slight buzz at her waist, and, after looking around to see no one was looking, she discreetly checked her pager.
Baby front of school now.
"Omigod," Rory breathed. She raised her hand. "May I be excused to the office?" she asked without allowing herself to be called on. The teacher, annoyed that she'd been interrupted, nodded slightly, and Rory grabbed her stuff and ran from the room, catching a confused look from Paris.
"Baby," she mouthed, and Paris nodded.
Rory ran through the hallways at Chilton, not even bothering to stop by the office. She made her way directly to the front of the school, where her father was standing outside, leaning against his idling car.
"Let's go," Chris said, getting into the Volvo. Rory nodded and got in next to him.
"How's Mom?"
Chris shook his head. "You're mother's certifiably insane, I'm not kidding. She actually called me and said that 'my second kid' wanted to come out, so she told me to pick up 'my first kid and meet her at the hospital.' And that's basically all she said."
Rory smiled. "Sounds like Mom."
"Sure does."
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Rory was pacing outside of her mother's delivery room. Lorelai had kicked her out when she'd started pushing, saying that she didn't want to kill Rory for the pain, only Chris. So Rory had been forced to stand outside her mother's delivery room where her little sibling was being born. Her grandparents were around, somewhere--Richard had wandered off in the search of a worthy newspaper, while Emily was pacing near the vending machines, a cold cup of coffee in her hand, deciding whether or not to rejoice over the birth of her second grandchild. Rory, somehow alone in the big hospital, needed some kind of comfort, so she pulled out her cell phone and, after checking that it was after three, and Jess would be out of school, called the diner.
"Luke's," Luke answered.
"Hey, Luke, this is Rory. Is Jess there?"
"Lemme get him. JESS!" Luke yelled. "PHONE!"
There was a slight pause, and then Jess' voice rang out over the line. "Yeah?"
"Jess," Rory said.
"Hey," Jess smiled. "Where are you? I waited for you to get off the bus, but you didn't. You stuck at school?"
"No, I'm in the hospital."
"What? Why?" Jess said, worried.
"Mom's giving birth."
"Oh. I'll be right there."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Bye." Jess smiled again and hung up the phone. "Luke, I'm out."
"You just got here," Luke complained.
"That was Rory on the phone. Lorelai's having a baby."
"You just now noticed that?" Luke asked, slightly bitter.
"No, she's having her baby. Right now. In the hospital."
"Oh. I'll take you."
"What?"
"I'll drive you to Hartford."
"I"ve got a car," Jess pointed out.
"Yeah, but it stalls all the time. You don't want to be stalled on the way to the hospital, do you?"
"No, I guess not."
"Good. Let's go." Luke started for the door.
"By the way, how's Nicole doing?" Jess asked non-chalantly.
"And we're back," Luke turned around and headed for behind the counter. After a second, he threw his keys at Jess. "Take the truck. Be home in time for closing."
"You got it." And Jess breezed from the diner, leaving his very confused uncle serving food to Kirk.
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"Oh, he's so cute," Rory gushed, sitting on the edge of her mother's bed and peering at her new baby brother.
"I'm...just so thrilled he's out," Lorelai said.
"Does he have a name?" Rory asked, looking from her mother to her father.
"No. We were hoping you could help us with that." Chris said.
"Yeah, all of my ideas came from TV and movies, and all of Chris' ideas came from bands. We figured all of yours would come from books, so we decided we'd pick the best of the best."
"Oh, okay. You know, you could just look through the print-outs from americanbaby.com I brought." Rory said, holding up a packet of papers. "I figured there might be some indecision, so I searched on AOL."
"That's my ever-prepared pretty daughter!" Lorelai exclaimed. Rory and Chris both looked at her like she was crazy, so she showed them her IV, and they nodded.
"Anyway, you don't need the girl pages, anymore, so here's the boy packet. One copy for each of us." Rory handed packets to her mother and father.
"Not Jacob," Lorelai said immediately.
"Or Andrew, or Joshua," Chris added.
"God, these are all normal names." Lorelai complained.
"They're the most popular names," Rory explained.
"Listen to the explanation of the name 'Matthew'," Chris said. "'The name Matthew has two distinct images: an outgoing young individualist who is cute, strong, and mischievous or a hardworking, reserved, traditional family man.' That sounds okay."
"I like the first description." Lorelai grinned.
"So Matthew's a possibility?" Rory asked. When her parents nodded, she pulled out a pad of paper and wrote it down. "Anything else?"
"Anthony, maybe," Chris said. Lorelai laughed. "What's so funny?" Chris asked.
"Hey, Antony! Your sister's knocked up and your brother's in the East river. How you doin'?" Lorelai yelled in a Brooklyn accent.
"So, that's a no for Anthony," Rory said, and Chris nodded emphatically next to the laughing Lorelai.
"God, Rory, there's like thousands of names here," Lorelai eventually complained, after she stopped laughing.
"I know. You don't have to choose a name right now, I guess."
"No, we don't." Chris said, flipping through the pages of the packet.
"So you guys just look through the names, I'm gonna go get a soda."
"Bye, sweetie!" Lorelai called as Rory walked out of the room. Then she and Christopher descended into a peaceful silence. All of a sudden, Lorelai burst out laughing...again.
"What is it this time?" Chris asked.
"Under 'names of attractive boys' they have the name Kirk!" And Lorelai couldn't be reached for the next ten minutes, she was laughing so hard.
~~
"Hey," a familiar voice said behind Rory as she stood up from getting her soda. She twirled around.
"Jess! Hey!" she threw her arms around his neck. "Thanks for coming. I just felt kind of alone, and I wanted to give my parents some time alone with my brother."
"No problem. So, it's a boy?"
"Yeah."
"It's an unnamed boy?"
"Oh, uh-huh. They're having the hardest time coming up with anything at all."
"Huh. Your dad's last name is Hayden, right?"
"Right."
"So it'd be 'whatever Hayden.'" Jess confirmed. Rory nodded.
"Did they ever think about...I dunno. What's that band your mom's always raving about? That girl group from the 80s?"
"The Bangles?" Rory asked increduously.
"Yeah, the Bangles. She's bound to know way too many details about them, including the names of their husbands, significant others, and good guys in their songs. Ask her about that."
"You're so smart," Rory declared, kissing Jess softly before pulling him behind her into Lorelai's room.
"Jess just had the most fabulous idea," Rory announced, "about the baby's name."
"Ooh, what? We're completely lost."
"Well, Jess mentioned something about names from the Bangles. Like, their significant others, the names of the good guys in their songs, stuff like that."
"Ooh, I know this!" Lorelai's eyes lit up. "Okay, Susannah's married to Jay--no, I'm not naming my kid Jay. Vicki's engaged to John, Debbi's married to Steve, Michael--ooh, Michael!" Lorelai looked expectantly at Chris, who nodded. Rory wrote the new name down on the pad of paper, and then lifted the baby from Chris' hands and sat down. Lorelai continued thinking about names from the Bangles.
"I think the only two boys' names I've heard in Bangles songs are Denny and James. OOH! I have the best name in the world in my head right now!"
"And it is..." Chris, now baby-less, prompted.
"James Michael Hayden! Jimmy Hayden. James Hayden. Michael Hayden. Jim Hayden. Mike Hayden. Mikey Hayden. It works on so many levels. Don't you agree?"
Chris nodded, while Rory glanced at her wide-awake little brother.
"Let's ask him," she said suddenly, and then before anyone could speak, she leaned closer to the infant and cooed, "Do you like the name James Michael? Is that your name? Is your name James Michael Hayden?" The baby just continued gazing back at Rory, who smiled and looked at the other three in the room. "He's not crying, I think it's good."
"Good. James Michael Hayden it is," Lorelai confirmed.
"Oh! I just realized why that name sounds so familiar," Chris said suddenly.
"Why?" Jess asked.
"James Michael Tyler plays Gunther on Friends."
"Oh, yeah," Lorelai nodded. "I still like the name. Just as long as he doesn't die his hair that awful bleach blonde color."
"I agree." Chris nodded and settled himself onto the bed next to Lorelai. Jess walked over to Rory and settled his arm on her shoulders.
"Hi," he whispered to her little brother. "How are you? I'm Jess. It's nice to meet you, James." Jess offered his finger and shook the little hand half buried in the blanket. James grabbed Jess' finger and held on as tight as he could. Rory smiled.