A/N: Can you taste the drama? Don't you love it? I love it. It has been so fun writing this and I don't know how I am going to end it. This isn't the last chapter, so don't worry. Just keep reading and reviewing it and I will keep writing. I love all of you who have already reviewed it.

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Ch 8: How About Them Lakers?

The Gilmore house, which was more like a machine, had never been so quiet in its entire existence. Except for now. They were standing in the entryway, in silence. Emily looking at the floor, Richard looking at Emily, Lorelai looking at Rory, Rory looking at Luke, and Luke looking at Emily. No one had suspected Lorelai's blurting of her pregnancy, not even Lorelai. But she had done it, and the guilt made her speak first. "So, um, how about them Lakers?"

Luke tried to compose himself, but the way she had said it made him laugh. Emily looked up, appalled at the outburst. And Rory turned away with her hand over her mouth to cover her laughter. Emily looked at Richard, about to tell him to do something, when she saw that he was wiping tears from his eyes. "I'm sorry, what is so funny?"

"We were just laughing at the comment, Grandma. Because it was so random." Rory said as she turned back around.

Emily turned her look back to her daughter. "You're pregnant?"

"Yes."

"How long?"

"Two, maybe three, weeks."

Richard stepped forward and shook Lukes hand. "Congratulations, son."

Luke was caught off guard a little, but shook his hand, and managed to reply. "Thank you, Mr. Gilmore."

Lorelai smiled at her dad when he turned to her. He wasn't a very affectionate man. But he hugged her. He was so happy, because he can be apart of this child's life from the beginning. When they parted everyone looked at Emily. "Well," she said. "I am very happy for you. I think dinner is ready."

And she turned toward the dinning room. Lorelai glared after her, not really surprised that she had replied that way. But there was a part of her that had hoped she would be happy. That part was gone now.

Rory looked at her mothers hurt expression and felt a flash of anger. Not at anyone in particular, just at the situation in general. She chased after her grandmother. "Hey, is that all?"

Emily turned around. "What do you expect me to say?"

"I don't know, congrats. That's great. Something like that."

"Yes, my daughter, who hasn't said more than two words to me in three years says she is pregnant, and I am supposed to forget that I haven't spoken to her in three years? That we are fine?" She turned and walked towards the dinning room.

Rory walked back into the entrance, and saw Lorelai's face full of hurt and anger. It wasn't like she hadn't thought of talking to her mother. But every time she picked the phone the memory of what her mother had done. The memory of the hurt she felt while her and Luke were apart. It always forced her to hang up. Now she felt bad for her, and that made her angry. How did her mother make her feel bad? It was the ultimate guilt trip. She looked up, and felt her feet move her toward the dinning room. "Mother."

Emily had been talking to their new maid, and turned around after explaining that you don't use paper plates to serve guests. She was a little taken aback by Lorelai's expression. But quickly calmed down and looked at her as if none of this was affecting her. "Yes, Lorelai?"

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Not care. How does the world not affect you? Did you have your emotions removed by a surgeon? That must be it, some people get plastic surgery. You make it so nothing affects you. 'Hey mom, the world is being attacked by Martians and they are killing a whole bunch of people.' 'Oh, that is sad. Dinner is ready.'" Lorelai stopped and took a deep breath.

Emily blinked. "That is a whole lot of information to say in 30 seconds. Have you been taking classes?"

"See," Lorelai said, clinching her fists. "My bombardment of insults didn't even make a dent. It is like you made of steel."

Emily felt a welt of anger rising in her. She was doing her best to keep her composure, but her daughter's outburst was fueling the flame. She didn't want to admit that she was hurt, that she felt guilty. Now, after many years of being a "hard ass", if you will, she broke down. She didn't even realize she was crying. "Mom?"

"You shut me out! You stopped coming to dinner, stopped answering my calls. What am I supposed to do? 'Oh Lorelai, I am so happy that you are pregnant. Although I probably won't see this child.' I tried apologizing; I tried to tell you that it was wrong. What I did was wrong. But after you invited your Father, and not me, to your wedding, I became bitter. Not surprised are you? I don't know what to do with you! You know that the Gilmore's aren't affectionate people. Do you want me to give you a hug? To forget that my only daughter hates me and is going to pass that hate on to my grandchild?"

Lorelai was crying now. Her mom sat on the chair next to her and put her face in her hands. Lorelai crouched down in front of her, and rubbed her back. "Mom, I don't know what to say."

The respected Emily Gilmore rose her tear stained face. She sniffled a little, and Lorelai thought she looked like a little kid. "That is shocking."

Lorelai chuckled. "I, umm, take back the whole 'nothing affects you' thing."

Emily sat up. "Okay, I take back the whole 'inviting your ex to my wedding and ruining your life' thing."

"You didn't ruin my life."

Emily smiled. "I'm glad."

With that it was dropped. And Emily and Lorelai walked back to the entryway to retrieve the others. There relationship wasn't back to normal; it wasn't really normal to begin with. But there was hope. Lets just say, this kid is going to have grandparents.

Now that Luke and Lorelai told everyone, they were ready to start the adventure known as childbirth. Lorelai is already crazy; can pregnancy make her even crazier?