Disclaimer: Sadly, I in no way am even close to owning Gilmore Girls. Sorry, but since I don't own it, I can't share with you.

"We're going to the baby doctor, the baby doctor, the baby doctor. We're going to the baby doctor for Rory," Lorelai sang to an unidentifiable tune.

"Nice song. It's a catchy tune," Rory commented. They were currently in the car, on their way to "the baby doctor for Rory".

"Oh so very catchy," schemed Lorelai, an evil look displayed on her face.

"And we will sing it for years to come, when we aren't actually there. Because if you sing it while we're there, I'll never show my fact there again, and then the baby will possibly be born with health problems, and you will have to deliver him or her," Rory rambled, in her own persuasive rambling way.

"Ew, gross! Forget the years to come and pass me a barf bag."

~*~*~*~*~*~

When they arrived, Lorelai and Rory walked over to the secretary counter to sign Rory in. Rory was given a clipboard with paperwork to fill out and both she and Lorelai sat down in two of the nicely upholstered but not so comfortable seats.

"Hi. Am I late?" Rory looked up. What was Dean doing here?

"Nothing but paperwork yet," replied Lorelai, as if there was nothing unusual about his appearance here.

"Dean?" said Rory, finally taking it all in, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to make sure that our baby and its mother are healthy." Rory smiled. He actually did care.

"And I had a question," he continued, "It may seem sudden, but it's the best way to do things and I love you and want to make you happy." He looked right into Rory's sparkling eyes as he said all this and chills ran up Rory's spine.

Then he reached into his pocket and got down on one knee...