For what seemed like the millionth time this week I was stuck in bed. Ever since that day Jake had been extremely protective and any moment I wasn't working he wanted me resting, it's annoying but kind of cute. I fought him a lot and sometimes won, but not today. He was moving into his apartment today and he didn't want me lifting and moving stuff. I tried to tell him that I would just supervise, but that wasn't good enough, so in order to get me to stay at home resting he got Lorelai to come over while Luke helped him move.

We had been hanging out for awhile now, and had been chatting for most of the time. Lorelai had been helping me decide how to decorate the baby's room, we had decided to put the baby in the bedroom and me out in the main room, we figured it would be easier that way I didn't have to worry about the TV or some other noise waking it.

After we had discussed just about every decorating possibility the subject had turned towards names, which seemed to unfortunately trigger something in Lorelai's memory.

"What's your name?"

I gave her a funny look, "Grace," I laughed, "Did you forget or something?"

"No it's just that when you were in the hospital they said Eleanor Bennett, not Grace Bennett."

Shoot, I thought to myself, "Uh yeah, Eleanor is my first name, Grace is my middle name."

Lorelai seemed intrigued by this, "Wow, really? How come I never knew that? I'm your employer you'd think I would've realized."

I shrugged it off, "It's just not something I ever really talk about."

"Do you not like it?"

"The name is ok, I just don't really like where it came from. Stupid family stuff." In normal circumstances I would've tried to evade the question, but I had known Lorelai long enough to know that it wouldn't work with her.

"Ah, that's my area of expertise, spill please," She sat waiting for me to talk.

I tried to seem like it really didn't matter to me, "Well it's just that in my family it's really important who you are named after."

I paused and she nodded her head for me to continue. "Ok for example, my brother is named after my mom's dad, Tyler, and my dad's dad, Mitchell. My sister-"

"The witchy with a b one?"

I laughed, "That's her. She's named after my dad's mom, Alyssa, and my mom's mom, Rose. Of course by the time I was around they were out of grandparents."

"So who were you named after?"

"That's where probably the only good thing my parents think I have done for them comes in. They had a very rich aunt who was dying, she had no children and it was unclear who the big inheritance was going to. My parents hated this woman, but of course, they love money so long story short in order to get the inheritance they named me after her."

"Wow, those are quite some parents you have there. So where did Grace come from?"

"Well Grace came from a dead dog." I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous it all sounded.

"What!"

"Alyssa had this dog that she named Grace, she loved this dog, but one day a maid left the door open and Grace ran out in the street and was hit by car. Alyssa was so upset that my parents used that as my middle name just to calm her down."

"And I thought the Gilmore's were bad." Lorelai seemed totally disgusted, "How do you know all this?"

"Oh my parents told me, all the time, especially about the aunt they hated part, and they really loved the dead dog part too. It was Ty who told me that Alyssa actually loved the dog, they always left that part out."

"I guess I can't blame you for hating your name."

"I always especially hated Eleanor, the way my mother would say it would make me sick. Ty was the one who started calling me Grace, he said it suited me better and at least the story behind it was a little better."

"He calls you Gracie now doesn't he?"

"Yeah, once I decided to have everyone call me Grace he said he needed another special nickname for me, so Gracie is reserved for only him."

"He sounds like a good big brother."

I smiled, "The best." My phone started ringing so I reached over to answer it.

"Funny, I was just talking about you."

"All good things I hope."

I laughed, "I guess you'll never know. So what's up?"

"I have some news, are you sitting down?"

Even though he couldn't see it I rolled my eyes, "Of course, Jake won't let me do anything but sit."

"He's a good man and he's right, you need your rest."

I smiled to myself, it meant everything to me that Ty approved of Jake, "So what's your news?"

"Gracie, aunt Joan died."

"What! When? What happened?" Lorelai shot me a concerned look.

"Calm down Gracie, you can't get yourself all excited. She had a stroke, but happened early this week, but mom just called and told me. The funeral is tomorrow night and she wants us both to be there."

"Both?"

"She said it would reflect badly on her and dad if we didn't make an appearance, but if you don't think you're up to going then don't."

"I'm fine Ty, and I want to go."

"The funeral is tomorrow in Hartford so how about I just come pick you up?"

"Sounds good, I guess. See you tomorrow."

I looked up at Lorelai, "My aunt died, and not just some rich snobby aunt. She was actually pretty cool."

"Oh, hun," she gave me a hug.

"The funerals tomorrow and I'm going I guess," I wiped away some tears, "I'm going and that means I have to see my parents."

A/N: Not an extremely long chapter (in fact I think it was the shortest one yet), but it needed to happen and I had nothing to add to it. So there you go! I promise the next chapter will be up soon! Please review, and thanks for reading!