Marty nudged a half asleep Rory and pointed over to her parents. "They look happy don't they?" he asked.

"Yeah they do," Rory said. "She so deserves to win this thing this year."

"What do you mean?" Marty questioned. "Mom has been in this thing for as long as I can remember and she has come close to winning every year. But something happens. Like the year we danced together, two minutes into the last hour her shoe broke so se had to use her emergency card and my boyfriend at the time had to hold me up to keep me from falling down or asleep. Dean had finally had enough of Jess and me trying to hide the fact that we had feelings for each other and he broke up with me right here on the dance floor."

"Oh that's too bad Rory. At least you know that won't happen again," Marty said. "What else happened?"

Rory began to tell Marty about all the other times that Kirk had beaten Lorelai at the Dance Marathon. Around two in the morning they got another break. There was only four more hours of the marathon left. Luke was exhausted. But he didn't let Lorelai see it. She wanted to win so badly that he would do whatever he could to make sure she would.

Kirk and Donna waltzed by and Kirk just had to taunt.

"This will be, what the ninth year in a row that I will have won the Marathon," Kirk taunted.

"You know Kirk, if I wasn't seven months pregnant I'd kick your butt right now," Lorelai snipped.

"It's nice to see you participating in a town function Luke," Kirk said.

"Kirk, if you don't want to find anything in your oatmeal next week that you normally wouldn't find in oatmeal I suggest that you let this personal vendetta against my wife go," Luke growled in his scary voice.

"You sure have gotten meaner since you got married Luke," Kirk said as he danced away.

"I love you, I want to have your baby," Lorelai teased. She rubbed her stomach with one hand, "Oops, too late."

"You actually get funnier when you've had barely any sleep," he joked. "Have you thought about names for the twins yet?"

"I was watching My Fair Lady last night and I was thinking Audrey for her and maybe Freddie for him," Lorelai said.

"I like Audrey too, but Freddie not so much. I was thinking more Christian for him and we could call him Chip for short."

"Audrey and Christian. I like it."

Slowly but surely the time ticked away. At five fifteen Sunday morning there were only four couples left. Kirk and Donna, Luke and Lorelai, Marty and Rory and an older couple that lived on Peach. At five thirty two Lorelai gasped and clutched her stomach.

"Lorelai? Are you all right?" Luke asked concerned.

"It's just a stomachache. I haven't eaten much today, you know," she explained and continued to sway to the music.