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Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews everyone! I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy this next segment. BTW, for a refresher, read chapter four of History Repeats

"Richard? Richard are you home?" I called coming through the door.

"In the living room," he called back and Lorelai and I walked towards his voice.

"Hi Dad," Lorelai said as we both came around the corner.

"Lorelai, Emily, so, how was the cooking class?" He asked, taking off his glasses.

We both looked at each other, and Lorelai pulled out from behind her back something that was wrapped in a kitchen towel.

"That smells wonderful," Richard said smiling. I couldn't help but smile too as I watched him give Lorelai his full attention as she unwrapped her perfect loaf of homemade bread.

"That looks wonderful Dear," he said and I caught her quick beaming smile. Maybe Richard is trying to make up for all of those pictures she drew, or the recitals he'd missed.

"Thanks Dad," she said, "Who's your Martha Stewart daughter now?"

"I guess that would be you," he replied, giving her another smile.

After a few minutes of silence, Lorelai turned to me and said—with that impish grin of hers, "Why don't you show him your loaf of bread Mom?"

I sighed, "Oh no Dear, I think it's time you were leaving. Thanks for following me home. I appreciate it."

Of course she wouldn't give up at that. "Come on Mom," she needled. "Show Dad your loaf of bread."

Both of them turned and looked at me. Finally, I sighed again and brought out my towel. Slowly I unraveled it to reveal shriveled, misshapen lump.

"Well, Emily. That looks wonderful," Richard said, pasting on a smile.

"You shut your mouth Richard Gilmore or this is your dinner tomorrow," I said pointing my finger at him and pretending to be angry.

He put up his hands in defense. "Yes Dear," he replied.

" Well, thanks for coming with me to the class Lorelai, and thanks for following me home. I was worried about driving so far on that tire." I said, turning to Lorelai.

"You two trying to get rid of me?" she asked, "The old—get rid of the kid so we can you know…"

"Oh stop it," I interrupted her, blushing. "I just figured that you needed to get home."

"Actually, Luke took the night off, he wanted to spend some time with Alicia and I figured I'd come here and hang with you two for awhile."

At that she just smiled—I'm sure she was smiling at Richard and I's faces. She hasn't wanted to spend an evening with just the two of us since she was nine. "What?" she began and adopted an aristocratic voice—the one she always used when imitating me, "Stop looking at me like I've grown a third arm."

It still took us a minute to find our voices. "So…what do you want to do?" Richard asked, folding his paper and putting down on the couch. Okay—now I was in the Twilight Zone!

"I don't know," she said shrugging. "Do you want to play a game or something?"

"Do you still remember how to play gin?" Richard asked, a look coming into his eyes from a long time ago.

"I think I can still manage to whip both of you," she replied. "Let me just call home and see how Alicia is and then you're on," she said smiling and on her way out she looked at my loaf of bread.

"You know Mom, speaking of Alicia—it kind of looks like her when she was born," she said giggling.

"You're going to get it Little Girl," I warned, starting after her. She hurried out of the room and I looked down at my shriveled loaf.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to make a loaf of bread again after that comment," I remarked to Richard. He said nothing, but was staring after Lorelai.

"Emily," he said finally. "Who was that?"

"That," I said putting down my bread and bending down to kiss him, "…was our daughter.

While Lorelai was on the phone, Richard excitedly brought out the deck of cards and dealt our piles. It was delightful to see him so excited to spend time with us. Lorelai came in, "Alicia's just fine," she said and sat down at one of the piles. I stood up to pour some drinks and turned back to look at them—my little family.

"Emily," Richard came sailing into the room. "Emily, my love how do I look?"

I tried to sit up in the bed without grimacing. "You look fine Dear," I said, trying to smile. "What time is your meeting?"

"12:00. I think this could mean great things for the company. It's a lunch meeting at the Cottonwood Inn. In fact, I don't know what I'm more excited for—the meeting or the shrimp cocktail."

Oh Dear, I think as my stomach lurches, here we go again. I grabbed the bucket next to me and lost everything I had tried to keep down in the last few hours. In a second Richard was to me, placing a comforting hand on my back until I had finished.

"You okay?" he asked tenderly as he took the bucket from me.

"I can't seem to shake this Richard, I don't know what's wrong with me." He reached up and felt my forehead. His big safe hand felt so good against it.

"You don't seem to have a fever," he said. "Maybe I should stay with you today,"

"No, I'll be alright. I'll just stay in bed." He reached out and caressed my cheek. "Okay, but I'll leave my beeper on all day in case you need me." I leaned into him. "Do good today," I said. He kissed the top of my head.

"I love you," he whispered.

I closed my eyes, trying desperately to hold back the tears. "I love you too," I said back. With that he went out the door.

As soon as I heard the door downstairs close, I reached for the phone on the bed.

"Dr. Reynold's office" a voice came on the other line. "Yes, I'd like to speak to Dr. Reynolds please," I said, trying to cover the quiver in my voice. "This is Emily Gilmore returning his call. He took some of my blood the other day." I could hear her walking away and I was left hanging. "Please Joshua, please say there is nothing wrong." I prayed silently.

"Mrs. Gilmore?" the receptionist came back on. "Dr. Reynolds is in with another patient, but he'd said he needs to you to come in today. He also said to bring your husband. Can you come in about a half an hour?" she asked. My heart was beating hard, I couldn't breathe, but somehow I found my voice.

"Yes, that will be fine" I whispered hoarsely. She hung up the phone and I broke down sobbing. Richard! Richard please come home! So, there was something wrong after all. I knew it, I just knew it. Was it cancer? I had a grandmother that had died young, had she died of cancer? Was it hereditary? Slowly, I got out of bed and got dressed, slowly meandering down the stairs. I wanted so badly to call Richard, but I was not going to worry him. If I did have cancer, I was going to wait until I absolutely had to, to tell him.

I had never felt so alone in my life as I drove over to Joshua's office. I barely listened as the nurse checked me in, and as I sat there waiting for Joshua in that cold heartless room all I could think about was that I was going to die, how was I going to tell Richard? How was he going to go on with out me? How could I leave him?

"Emily," Joshua greeted me as he walked in. I immediately broke down into tears again.

Joshua looked at me funny and handed me some tissues, "You alright?" he asked.

"How am I going to tell Richard?" I sobbed.

"Tell him what…about your condition? You mean you figured it out?"

I couldn't say it, I just kept crying.

"Emily, believe it or not, this is actually normal. The emotions are bound to be irratic in your condition."

"Joshua," I said vehemently, "I swear to all high Heaven that if you don't stop using the word condition."

"Misdirected anger is to be expected too," he replied, holding up his hands, "You can't tell me you're not happy about this," he said.

I looked up at him dumbfounded, "Do you think I have a death wish Joshua?" I yelled at him.

"Emily Gilmore, what in the world do you think you have?" he asked incredulously.

"A condition!" I yelled. "Something bad, or else you wouldn't have called me down here to tell me in person. I'm going to die, I'm going to die before I'm thirty and I'm going to leave Richard all alone!"

"What?"

"Oh Joshua, stop it. Do you think I can't handle this? Just tell me the truth! Is it cancer? I know it's cancer. My grandmother died early and I think it was cancer. I have a family history Joshua. I know about family history! When you have a family history of something that means that you'll get it too!"

"Tell me something Emily, do you have a family history of pregnancy?" Joshua asked interrupting.

"Joshua, would you just come right out with it and tell me what…" I stopped suddenly as his words sunk in.

"What?" I asked, my heart jumping up to my eyeballs. "What did you say?"

"Emily…" Joshua said smiling. "It's not cancer, it's not a disease, it's a baby."

I sank back as the full weight of his words hit me. "Are you saying…" I said, putting my hands over my mouth.

"You're pregnant," he said.

"But that's impossible," I said, tears coming into my eyes. "The doctor said…when we got married. He said it would never happen."

"Emily," he said. "The doctor was wrong. You're pregnant" The tears overflowed in my eyes.

"Are you sure?" I choked out my words.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

I laid back, reeling from his words. He patted my hand, "Congratulations," he said smiling.

I looked back at him and smiled, "Thank you Joshua," I whispered. He smiled and walked out and I was alone—alone with the baby growing inside of me. I put my hand over my stomach and couldn't speak. This was real, this was really happening. I was going to be a mother. The nurse came back and helped me into my clothes, scheduling an appointment for me to come back soon, giving me pamphlets on becoming a mom, and I barely heard any of it. My feet hardly touched the ground. I walked out to the car and looked at the time—12:15. I got in the car and headed towards the Cottonwood Inn.

I found out where his meeting was at, and thankfully the maitre-d didn't ask any questions. I hurried down the hallway, my heart fluttering. This was really happening. It wasn't a dream. In just a minute I was going to tell the man I loved and adored that he was about to become a daddy. Finally I spotted him through a window. His back was turned to me and he seemed to be deeply involved in the meeting. Thankfully, Jack—his associate was facing me. I waved lightly, trying to get his attention. I swear he looked right at me but didn't see me. I waved bigger and I was starting to get strange looks from the others around him, but Jack still didn't see me. Finally I looked like I was doing jumping jacks. I gave up on Jack and mouthed "Get Richard," to one of the other men. He looked at me strangely. "Him" I mouthed and pointed to Richard. Finally the man got Richard's attention. Richard turned around confusedly and when he saw me, he got up quickly and came outside.

"Are you alright?" he asked. I looked up at him, and started to cry all over again. I am so in love with him, and the two of us have made a baby together. It's a miracle.

"Emmy" he said gently, not realizing that I was crying out of happiness. "What is it?"

"Richard," I started. "I went to the doctor today." I noticed the flash of concern across his face.

"And…?" he asked.

"Richard…you're going to be a daddy" I breathed.

His eyes widened, "What?"

"I'm pregnant." I said, wanting to say that word over and over again.

He stepped back, and I could tell what he was thinking. He was also too afraid to hope.

"Really?" he asked. I nodded.

"Really," he said again as if he needed to say it again to assure himself.

Again I nodded. "Really"

He reached over to touch me and suddenly he was sweeping me into his arms. I hugged him, resting my head against his chest.

He broke the hug and then bent down to kiss me. I went weak in the knees as I felt his lips on mine. We broke the kiss after a minute and then someone cleared their throat.

It was then that we realized there were other people in the world besides us.

We both broke into a nervous giggle and I reached up to kiss him on the cheek. "I'll see you at home." I said. He looked at me and I could see a tear in his eyes. I walked away and smiled as I heard him announce to the room that he was going to be a father.

"Mom…Mom… earth to Emily come in please," Lorelai called, breaking my spell of remembering. " I'd like my drink before it goes stale."

I turned around and smiled, trying to cover up my daydream. I brought Richard his scotch and Lorelai her white wine, then took a seat next to the other pile of cards.

"You okay Mom?" Lorelai asked me.

"Yes, I'm fine." I replied looking at her—where has the time gone?

"You're going down Big Man," Lorelai said to Richard as she picked up her cards.

"Take your best shot Lori-Bug" he replied smiling.