Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you recognize; if I did, do you think I'd be writing fanfiction? I only own the Masons and my plot idea…the WB and the creators of "Gilmore Girls" own everything else.
Lorelai Gilmore and Christopher Hayden sat on the stairs of the Gilmore House, listening to their parents argue below them. The two high school juniors had just told their parents that Lorelai was pregnant. Needless to say, Emily and Richard Gilmore, and Straub and Francine Hayden were not thrilled.
"How can you even suggest that they keep that baby?" Straub yelled.
"Well, my daughter is not going to have an abortion!" Richard answered back in an uncharacteristic protective manner.
"That only leaves one option," Emily answered, trying to remain calm, "she will have to give the baby up for adoption."
The rest of the adults murmured their agreement, even Straub, who was beyond upset. Emily stood and walked towards the stairs, ready to call the teenagers downstairs.
"Christopher, Lorelai, come down here now!" Emily called up the stairs.
The two teenagers slowly descended the stairs, walking into the living room, as if they were attending their executions. Richard was standing in front the fireplace and Straub was pacing behind the couch. Emily was sitting on one end of the couch, looking as sophisticated as usual, and Francine was sitting on the other end of the couch, wringing her hands and looking like she would break at any moment.
Lorelai and Christopher took seats opposites their mothers.
"We have reached a decision," Emily began, before she was interrupted.
"Isn't it our decision to make?" Lorelai asked.
"Lorelai, you hold your tongue. You've gotten yourself into a big mess and you are fartoo young to get yourselves out of it!" Richard yelled at her impatiently.
Lorelai glared at the four adults around her, trying to make decisions for her.
"As I was saying, you will be giving the baby up for adoption. After that you will be continuing your studies, so that you can both grow up and have the life that you should have."
Lorelai just hung her head, and Christopher wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
The next nine months went by rather quickly for Christopher and Lorelai, who had been meeting with prospective families to adopt their baby. They finally decided on a nice, relatively young couple from Boston, who already had a 2-year old son. The Masons were very excited. Since they understood Lorelai's reservations at letting her baby go, they agreed to let Lorelai name the baby and to tell the baby of his or her adoption on his or her 16th birthday by giving the child a letter that Lorelai would write.
It was the beginning of the 2nd week of October—October 8th to be exact—when Lorelai went into labor. She had been watching television in bed when she felt liquid dripping down her legs. Thinking at first she had wet the bed, she got up to go to the bathroom when she felt a horrible pain and she knew that it was a contraction.
Both of her parents were at work and wouldn't be home for another half an hour. Lorelai grabbed the bag she had packed and cautiously made her way down the stairs. She called out to the maid of the week, Gretchen to call a cab for her, and she left a note for her parents, telling them where she was and asking them to call Christopher and the Masons.
They were wheeling her into the delivery room when her parents showed up. Her mother was going on and on about being able to drive her daughter to the hospital and then she wanted to go into the delivery room with her, but luckily Lorelai, with the help of the nurses, was able to stop her.
After a long 16 hour labor, one that included Lorelai very drugged up on demurral, and throwing ice chips at the nurses, Lorelai gave one last push and there was cry of a baby that filled the room. The doctor told the room, "It's a girl!" and then cut the umbilical cord. Becky, the young nurse, placed the young girl in Lorelai's arms and asked for a name.
"I would like her to be 'Lorelai Leigh.' 'Rory' for short," Lorelai answered, looking down at her daughter, one last time, before Becky took Rory from her and took her to the nursery.
Later, after Lorelai had been moved into her own room and she was feeling up to it, her parents helped her walk to the nursery to see her daughter one last time. When she got there, the Masons were also there.
"Lorelai, she's beautiful. Thank you for having her. Do you have the letter?" Maria Mason asked, switching her son, Andy, to her other hip.
"It's in my room. If you want, you can come with me to get it," Lorelai answered, looking down.
"I know this is hard for you, but it's best for everyone, especially Rory," Dave said, placing a hand on Lorelai's shoulder, "Why don't we go get the letter and let you get some rest."
Two days later Lorelai watched from outside the nursery as the nurses placed Rory in Maria Mason's arms and she watched as they left with her daughter. She wondered if she would ever see her baby again and if she did, would she recognize her.
A/N: Please r/r, let me know what you think: Should I continue or not?