a/n: So I was a little disappointed when I saw that the first chapter only got 4 reviews, but then when I logged in and saw how many hits this got I felt a little better. But anyways, this chapter is dedicated to the reviewers: hollyfan4eva, Ali-Chan1, QueenCate, Sea4Shoes, sooty7sweep, nancerz-, & roryandkirefreak who made my day (as corny and cliche as it sounds). Also, I know Lorelai is prob. gonna seem wayyy out of character here but I wasn't exactly sure what the 16 year old + very emotional version of herself would be like.

Just a little warning: I bumped up the rating from K+ to T for a little swearing. There's like one word in this chapter but there will probably be a little more later on. I'm just warning you in case it's offensive to anyone.

Thanks for reading and enjoy !

Chapter 2: Bittersweet Goodbye

It was November 11th, 1985 and sixteen year old Lorelai Gilmore was lying in her hospital bed. She had just given birth to her daughter who was currently wrapped in her arms. She was savoring the warmth the little bundled baby gave her as in only two hours she would be taken away.

Damn those parents of mine. Everything done with them involves image. God forbid anything tarnish the Gilmore name. Emily and Richard almost had strokes when I told them I was pregnant, why would I expect anything more from them? It's my own fault for thinking they could just act human for once.

Rory cuddled closer to me in her sleep and I couldn't stop the tear that fell down my face. I decided to name her after me. It may have been a side effect from all the drugs in my system but I think it was just that I wanted her to have a part of me wherever she ended up. I can't believe that after everything we've been through I still have to give her up for adoption.

They didn't even want to look at her. Here I was at 4:03 in the morning looking at my beautiful baby with big blue eyes, and they wanted nothing to do with her. Looking at her, touching her, holding her is too much to ask from them. That would mean they actually had to deal with the fact that all of this was real. It wasn't some horrible nightmare. They weren't going to wake up and discuss the fact that they both had the same horrible dream over breakfast and tea.

I've always thought they had a problem dealing with reality. Especially when the reality isn't something they like.

Apparently they had plans for me. I was supposed to graduate Chilton at the top of my class. Then I would go to Yale, since Richard was an alumnus. My parents didn't like me calling them by their first names but I've never once felt the attachment and endearment for them a name like "mom" or "dad" stands for. Making me give up my baby put me over the top and I started to become even more sarcastic and rude to them.

Just because I didn't follow their picture perfect guidelines for once, they've grown cold. Colder than normal. I swear I saw the maid of the week shiver as she set the plates down for dinner the other night. They don't understand my situation. All they see is that I can't raise a child without a father. They forced Chris on me. Tried to get him to marry me. I knew they didn't make him do it. He wanted to do the right thing. But I couldn't do it. I wouldn't give up my chance of finding true love just because of what their society friends would think. Had I known this would be the result of turning Chris down, I would've accepted his proposal in a heartbeat.

It's too late now. A week ago Emily put the call in. The adoption agency was waiting for the day Rory would be born. My baby girl was being given to a couple in New York. Because I'm still a minor I can't even do anything about it. Emily signed the papers and it was done.

After she did it she looked at me. There was triumph in her eyes. She thought that in some odd way she was saving me. She wasn't. She was trying to be my savior, my hero. She's not.

"Your mother told you stories

You substitute with girls who told you more

Suddenly you sight a fancy chance

Since love is at your door

We're seeing through you now

I saw it all before

And I won't feel bad at all

When the hero takes a fall"

I sang softly. The Bangles were my favorite group. In the few hours Lorelai Leigh was born, I wanted her to absorb as much of me as she could. There is no way I can have a daughter whose parents will raise her with pop music and bad movies.

I shifted Rory to one arm as I reached over for a piece of paper and a pen. I hesitated for a moment but two seconds later I couldn't stop writing. When I was done I put the paper in an envelope and sealed it shut. In curvy script I wrote "Rory" on the front.

"Ms. Gilmore?" I snapped my head up. In the doorway stood a woman in a dress suit. The woman who I guessed would be taking my baby away from me.

"Call me Lorelai. Ugh, Ms. Gilmore makes me sound so old. I mean sixteen is not old but Ms. or ma'am makes me feel old, ya know? I guess I should be used to it though. I still can't even get any of our maids to call me Lorelai. They're all like 'oh no Ms.'-- Wow I'm rambling aren't I?" The woman nodded her head. "Sorry."

"Well Lorelai, my name is Marleen Daniels, I spoke with your mother in the waiting room. Is Rory all ready to go?"

"Oh, um, yeah. Do you think I can, have a minute? To say goodbye."

"Take all the time you need."

When Marleen was out of hearing, silent tears fell from my eyes. "Goodbye Rory. I just want you to know that I love you. And I'm sorry. One day I promise I'll find you and we'll be together again. The unstoppable Gilmore girls." I sighed. This was so much harder then I thought it would be. "Whatever you do, do not let the Parkers change you. You are my daughter so it's natural you're gonna grow up with some spunk, wit, and personality. That's something that they never liked here. I guess it's good in a way that you don't have to suffer growing up in society. I love you Rory. I know you have no idea what I'm saying, but I love you." I kissed her gently on her forehead.

Getting out of my bed for the first time all day I grabbed the envelope on my way out.

"Marleen?"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Rory's ready, and I guess I am too."

"Good." I passed Rory over hesitatingly. For a moment I thought about running. Telling her and my parents to fuck off. That this was my kid and no one was taking her from me. I gave in though.

"Do you think you can maybe give this to her new parents, tell them to give it to her when they think she's ready?"

Marleen gave me another kind smile. "Certainly. Good luck Lorelai."

"Thank you."

With only one last look at my daughter, she was gone. Just like that. It only took a moment for me to fall in love with her and it only took a moment for all of that to be taken from me.

Okay so I'm thinking this chapter kinda sucked. Review and give me your honest opinions. If anyone has any advice or anything then I can redo and hopefully make it better.

I haven't written out the next chapter yet but I'm pretty sure I know where I want it to go. I'm not sure though whether or not to continue in POV form. If I do then the rest of the story will probably only be from Rory's POV. Let me know what you think.

x0x.Sophia