I'm nine months pregnant and Dr. Jones says that William and Isabella can arrive any day now. Until they decide to grace us with their much awaited presence, the doctor wants me to take it easy.

And easy I'm taking it, though I don't know where. I laugh at my own joke, then go over afew thoughts:Sookie has the inn covered, Caesar opens the diner and Lane closes; so Luke can spend more time with me before we have new family members.

I find myself sleeping more during the day because the twins are less active.

I hear the door open and see Rory walk in.

I smile and say, "Hey kid."

She smiles back and says, "Hi mom," she joins me on the couch. "What are you doing this fine afternoon?"

The answer is simple. "Taking it easy, how about you?"

"Same," she answers.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here? It's the first week of school and you're usually busy. Is everything ok?"

"Yes, everything is ok. I just had some time between classes and I haven't seen you for a while so, I thought I would stop by."

"Sounds good," I tell her. She only smiles and turns to look in the kitchen, "Babe, what's wrong?"

She looks at me and says, "Nothing."

"Rory com on, spill," I tell her in my motherly tone.

She sighs heavily and says, "I don't want you to think that I'm not excited about being a big sister, because I am. But, I've never had to share you. It's always been you and me. Now there's Luke and William and Bella. You have your whole package, and I'm left out. I'm proud to call Luke my step-dad, but I just don't fit in with your new life," she finishes, wiping the tears away.

I pull her to me as best as I can and hug her tightly, "Rory, you listen to me," I begin, and pull back to look her in the eye. "You are my first born, my life, my everything. Yes I have Luke and Will and Bella, but I had you first, and as much as I love these babies, my love for you will never lessen. I know parents are supposed to love their kids equally, but I know that I will always love you more," I take a breath and then say, "I know for a fact that Luke is proud to call you his daughter. He's always thought of you as a daughter you know?" I reach up and wipe away her tears, pull her back to me and say, "You fit."

"I love you mom," Rory says, sniffling.

I hug her tighter and say, "I love you too honey."

After reassuring Rory, we ate lunch, and then she had to get back to Yale. I hate these short visits, but everything will settle down, I hope.

I sat down on the couch and turned the T.V. on and got about five minutes into the show and felt a sharp pain in my back.

"Ow!"

I look down and say, "Oh, god."

I reach for my cell phone and call the all too familiar number, "Luke's," Lane answers.

"Lane, its Lorelai, can you get Luke for me please?"

"Sure."

A few seconds later I'm greeted with, "Hey, how are you doing?"

Without a moments hesitation I say, "Its time."

"Time for what?" Luke asks.

"Time for the Macarena to make a come back. Time to be parents! Luke, my water broke…or one of them at least," I say, almost in tears because I can feel a contraction coming.

"I'm coming," he says, then hangs up the phone so hard I think it snapped.

No more than five minutes after we hung up, he comes barging through the door.

"Lorelai?" he asks, because I have my eyes closed, and I think the pillow I have in my hands needs to be buried now.

The contraction passes and I say, "The contractions aren't coming that fast, but we have to get to the hospital now."

He walks over to the couch and helps me up, and we walk to the door. We have the bag already in the truck…and that's a good thing, cause I think as much as he's trying to hide it, Luke is freaking out.

He helps me into the truck and goes around to his side, gets in and starts it. I rest my hand on his leg and say, "Honey, I'm fine, stop freaking out."

"I am not freaking out," he says, I just look at him and then he says, "Alright, maybe I am, just a little."

"Let's just get to the hospital before you have to deliver them."

We arrive at the hospital, and head to the Maternity Ward.

Luke has me sit down in one of the very uncomfortable chairs and he goes up to the desk.

"Excuse me, my wife is in labor," he says to a red headed woman.

"Ok, I need you to tell me her name and her doctor," the woman says.

"Lorelai Danes, Dr. Jones," he tells her.

"Thank you, now, if you could just hold on one moment, I will get a nurse to take you to her room," the woman tells him.

"Alright, thank you," Luke says.

The woman walks off and he walks back to me, and I have my eyes closed and my knuckles are turning white because my grip on the arms of the chair is so strong.

The contraction ends, and I look at Luke and say, "We have to call Rory and my parents."

"I know, lets get you in a room first, ok?"

I nod and rest my head on his shoulder. 'Damn, I forgot how painful childbirth is…that's probably why I stopped at Rory…then again I was sixteen, what was I going to do, run away and grow up to be the Little Old Lady who lived in a shoe?'

"Lorelai Danes?" someone calls out. Luke stands, and then helps me stand, and we walk over to who said my name, "Alright, if you can just have a seat in this wheelchair, and Mr. Danes you can push her if you want, just follow me to your room."

She leads us down the hall and into room 212. I get out of the wheelchair and make my way to the bed, and take my jacket off, the nurse then says, "I'm not going to be your nurse, but, if you need anything, I'd be happy to get it for you. We need you to change into this hospital gown, and I will go and page Dr. Jones."

"Okay, thank you, Nurse…?"

"Peterson," she finishes.

"Nurse Peterson."

She leaves and Luke helps me get undressed and into the very starchy hospital gown, and pulls the covers up so they are resting under my stomach. About five minutes after I change, Nurse Peterson walks in with another woman, I'm assuming is the nurse that is going to be mine, and starts explaining to Luke that they are going to hook me up to fetal monitors which will monitor the babies' heart beat, and give me an IV.

"Dr. Jones is on her way in. When she gets here, she is going to check the position of the twins, and if they are both head down-if you want-you can try to have them vaginally, if not, then we can go ahead with the C-Section," Nurse Peterson explains.

"Ok, thank you," I say.

Luke pulls a chair up to the side of the bed, and holds my hand.

"Did you call Rory and my parents?" I ask him. I really want them here, they should be here.

"I'll do that now," he says, standing up, then kisses my forehead and walks out of the room.

"Ok, well, the babies are breach so, we'll have to do a C-Section," Dr. Jones says, "and since you're having twins, a C-Section is the best option anyhow."

I nod, and say, "Luke can come in though, right?" 'I'm not doing this without him. He's going to be there, or theses kids aren't coming out.'

"Of course he can, he'll need scrubs though," Dr. Jones tells me.

"Good," I say, and grab Luke's hand.

Dr. Jones smiles and walks out of the room, "Mom, Grandma, Grandpa and I will be waiting for you in the waiting room. I might even go to the gift shop," Rory says smiling.

"Yeah, well, just live it up being the only child for a few more minutes," I tell her, smiling at my own joke.

"Oh, I plan on it," she laughs, kisses my cheek and says, "I love you mom."

"I love you too honey," I tell her. "Mom, dad, are you ok over there? You've been quiet for a while."

"We're fine Lorelai, I think I'm going to join Rory in the gift shop, my grandchildren need a balloon or two," Mom says. She comes over and kisses my head and says, "See you soon, dear."

"See you soon mom," I say, smiling as she and Rory walk out of my room, Dr. Jones and a few nurses come in and start to fiddle with my bed rails, and hand Luke some scrubs.

"Let's get your babies in to the world Mrs. Danes," Dr. Jones says.

"I couldn't agree more," I say, not joking, I can't wait to see my feet again.

In the operating room, Luke is sitting at my head, rubbing my arm and waiting patiently for our kids to be brought into the world.

"Lorelai, they're almost here," Luke says with a smile on his face.

"Ok, here comes Baby A's head," Dr. Jones says, Luke stands to get a better look. "And it's…a boy!"

At this point there are tears running down my face and I want to see him, "William," I whisper. Dr. Jones puts him over the drape and he looks just like Luke, "He's perfect," I bring my free hand up to the drape and touch his little hand.

I look up and see Luke crying, he bends down, and we kiss. The nurse takes William to the little station in the OR and does the test they do on newborns, she takes his weight and length, wraps him in a blanket and brings him back to Luke, "Here you go daddy," the nurse says, as she places our son in Luke's arms.

I turn my head and look at my husband and my son, "Hi baby, I love you so much, I can't wait to hold you."

I feel some pressure and Jones announces, "Here is Baby B's head," a few seconds pass and then the doctor says, "It's a girl!"

The doctor does the same thing with Isabella as she did with William, as does the nurse and I then proceed with the after birth, and get stitched up.

My room is decorated with pink and blue balloons and teddy bears; I'm holding William and Luke is holding Bella.

Rory walks in with April, and both join us at the bed.

"Hey April, you want to hold your brother?" I ask my step-daughter.

"Yes! Do I have to sit down first?" she asks.

"If you're going to stay a while. Honey, I trust you with him," I reassure her, remembering an earlier conversation about babies and other people holding them.

She takes a seat on the bed, and I hand her William. She kisses his forehead, and says to him, in barely a whisper, "I love you little man."

Rory sits next to April and says, "Mom, they are so cute."

"Yes, they are," I agree, and then turn to Luke and say, "Thank you for giving me my 'whole package.'"

and thats it! this story is done! hope you all liked it. i'll write more...maybe i could be inspired enough to write a sequel, but "That's all Folks!"

much love,

LGD1