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Author's Note: I guess those with questions are justified, but I promise you, things will be explained. Everything will make sense with this chapter. And I never ever said that Lorelai wasn't talking to her parents. She might not like it, but she's having another grandchild, and they want to be involved this time. By the way, Lorelai was 5 months pregnant, and only felt big as a house. Now, 3 months later she's 8 months pregnant. It all makes sense. I promise.
The seat was cool, the metal icy against the backs of her knees, and as she gazed out the window, Rory suppressed a shiver. She tried reading a passage from the book she so tightly held, but the words swam before her eyes, and she couldn't concentrate. How in the world had her life come to this? She was 26 years old, and instead of the highflying journalistic career she'd always imagined, she was jobless, pregnant and alone. Something niggled deeply inside her, but Rory pushed it away. Leaving Logan was about changing her destiny, and reclaiming the ruins of her past. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"Luke? I think there's someone at the door!" Lorelai was sitting at the foot of her bed, trying on different scarves, and because of her massive girth, couldn't move. "Luke! It could be some really important diner agent guy, and what would you do then?" The doorbell rang again, and Lorelai sighed and tried getting up. "Luke!" She called again, breathing heavily, and finally hoisting herself on the bed, and collapsing.
"I'm getting it…Lorelai?" Lorelai groaned from the bed, but craned her neck up, her dark brown curls framing her face.
"What?" She exclaimed, doing the breathing exercises the pregnancy videos had taught her. With a lot of effort, she sat up, and edged to the edge of the bed, and pushed up.
"Can you come down here?" Luke's voice was muffled and as Lorelai waddled towards the doorway, she frowned. She was pregnant god dammit, and she should have pampering! Not be dragged downstairs when she'd been perfectly content with planning out her hospital outfit. Rhinestones were definitely involved there. As she turned the corner, she yawned.
"Luke, what was so important that-oh. Oh my god." Because standing in the foyer, was Rory. Her beautiful, wayward daughter had finally decided to come home. A fat dear rolled down her cheek, and looking into her eyes, Rory burst into a batch of fresh tears. Lorelai, moving quicker than Luke had ever seen her, was at her daughter's side in a matter of instants, and had her arms around her. "Welcome home, baby." Lorelai murmured into the crying girl's hair. And Rory squeezed harder.
Author's Note 2: Nope, still not over.
